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12-24-2007, 03:37 PM
"You're married aren't you?" The clerk asked as she took my money.
"Why would you ask that?"
"Evading the question, yep married and for quite a while." She said it with such a smile that I couldn't help but respond.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am." Well I know I wasn’t anymore, but it was still so recent that I felt married!
She grinned like a little schoolgirl. "I knew it! And from the stuff you're buying, I bet she's out of town."
I shifted nervously without saying anything. She was more than out of town, unless heaven counts as a town, but it wasn't something I wanted to talk about.
She must have caught my mood swing. "Hey, it's OK; I don't mean anything by it. I just really like people and I'm always playing this sort of guessing game. I don't really care what you buy, as long as I get to ring it up and get the commission."
"You work on commission here?" I was grateful for the change of subject.
"I do, anyway. What I make depends strictly on sales. We rotate around a lot. The girls downstairs make a ton on clothing, but the movies are probably our biggest sellers."
"I never thought you would actually work on commission."
"Hey, are you in a rush?"
A little hesitantly I replied, "No."
"Great. Look it's really quiet this late in the day and I am due for my dinner break. If I don’t get one now, I might never get one. We have a bunch coming in for a party later. Why don't you pop over that fast food place across the street and get me a number 3, iced tea to drink and get your dinner. Come on back over here and we can eat together and talk for a bit."
I walked out of there, not sure what the hell just happened to me and drove over to the hamburger joint and got her dinner, done twice, and actually went back. I felt like I was in a daze, hit my a cute little 20-ish Mack Truck.
"Great! Come on and follow me, the break room isn't being used for a while." Down the stairs I wondered what the hell I was doing. I make a quick stop into an upscale porno shop north of Cincinnati, just to pick up a couple of movies and maybe a book or two. I really was surprised how nice the place was and how big. There were signs directing people to the fetish-wear sale in the basement, tons of DVD and VHS movies, and an incredible collection of toys. All I was going to do was grab a couple of movies, maybe a book and go home. I know, dull life, but I was still in some adjustment phase after my wife passed. The next thing I know the clerk, a surprisingly innocent looking early twenty-something, starts talking to me and I am going down the stairs with her to eat dinner. She did sort of con me into buying, but that’s OK. Should I let my imagination run away with me? No way! She's cute, probably a college student here. I am twice her age, not in bad shape, but nothing a girl like her would be interested in. Maybe she's in a psychology class and I just became an experiment. Well hell it's better than eating a nuked-dinner alone at home!
Her nametag said Jessie. We sat down and just started talking like we were old friends. She was so easy to talk to attentive, honest in her comments, and very intelligent. She talked about college . . .I was right a student, at least part of the time . . .and I talked about my family, she even got me to open up about my wife. She was empathetic without pity. Jessie was wise beyond her years and for the first time, I didn’t mind talking about everything. We finished our burgers and then she hit me right between the eyes.
"Have you ever met one?"
"Uh, one what?"
"A TG."
"A what?"
"A Shemale, just the like in the movies you just bought. Have you ever met a real transgendered girl before."
"I don't know."
"You mean you can't tell?"
“Well, I've seen cross-dressers and drag queens, but I think a real TG would look just like a girl. Isn’t that the idea?"
"You wouldn't believe all the types we get in here. Some of the TG’s are still so close to being guys they are so nervous and so sweet. They are more open coming here to buy stuff rather than the mall. That’s why we stock such a large clothing area. Don't get me started on drag queens; they are so flamboyant that they are a riot and so much fun. So you have never met one?"
"Not that I know of."
"So why this fascination?"
"I don't know if I would call it a fascination. I was looking at your movies and saw the cover. It looked really interesting and something completely different."
"Look, don't take this wrong, but you just didn't strike me as the type."
"Type?"
"Well, you come in and wander all through the movie section. You caught my eye when you kept stopping at that one spot, where I know we have some of our raunchiest shemale videos."
I think my face turned a bright red, because she reached out her hand and touched mine.
"Don't sweat it. I’m not condemning you. I just found it very interesting. Sexuality should be expressed rather than repressed. The tapes, books, toys, and even clothing can help bring that out. I love all of it." Her hand was warm and very tender. I wasn't sure how to respond. "Look at it from my point of view. A handsome gentleman comes in. Right away I and the other clerks saw you. We gossip quite a bit about our customers, where will they go and what will they buy. It's just a way to pass the time. Like most guys you head to the movies. Women usually head to the toys, and lots of folks head to our dungeon."
"Dungeon?"
"Oh not a real one, that's what we call the basement. We expanded last year into clothing and specialty items. They are down here in the basement. We used half our storage space the just the leatherwear. It's really cool. Maybe I’ll take you on a tour later. Oh no, that party."
“You mentioned the party before? What’s going on?”
“We have a bunch of ladies coming in for a bachelorette party. When we know they are planning to get real wild, we use part of our basement to give them some serious privacy. They can get as crazy as they like. We cater it, provide costumes, toys, entertainment, and whatever else they want. It makes a cool profit for us and we can usually have some fun too.”
I didn't realize how big this place really was. I just assumed movies and books. Jessie was so matter-of-fact about it all. I think that helped me relax.
"Suzie, the little girl who was at the counter, figured you for a romantic erotic movie to spice things up with your wife. Ronnie, the tall sexy blond, thought you looked to nice to be that nice, so she guessed something really slutty. Angie was busy with another customer so I don’t know what she thought. I was real surprised when you kept going back to the shemale stuff and it got my curiosity up."
"So what was your guess?"
"Oh I'll never tell you."
I sat there thinking about it. Getting those movies was a spur of the moment thing. I was probably going to find something nearer to her friend Ronnie's idea than the other clerk.
"I would have gotten something more explicit, but the shemale ones just seemed to jump out at me. And back to your original question I haven't met one that I know of."
She said, "Would you like to?" in a real quiet voice.
I paused when her hand squeezed mine. I forgot she was even touching me.
"I am asking for real. Would you like to meet a real shemale? She is very feminine, lives as a girl, and no one has a clue about what's under her clothes unless she tells them. Would you like to meet her? Think about this before you answer because if you say no, or make a smartass crack the subject will be dropped."
She was very serious. So in all seriousness, I thought about the answer. Did I want to meet a real shemale? Jessie wasn't offering sex or anything, just a meeting. What would it be like talking to a girl, knowing she was 'different'? Would it seem normal to me, or would I freak out? To be honest, I wasn't sure.
"Jessie, I don't really know."
She looked at me for a long minute. "Wow that was an honest answer. Some of the guys we get in here would jump so hard at the chance that it would be scary. Others get insulted and put on an ugly front, I hate that. You really thought about it and you aren't sure."
"Why would you ask that?"
"Evading the question, yep married and for quite a while." She said it with such a smile that I couldn't help but respond.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am." Well I know I wasn’t anymore, but it was still so recent that I felt married!
She grinned like a little schoolgirl. "I knew it! And from the stuff you're buying, I bet she's out of town."
I shifted nervously without saying anything. She was more than out of town, unless heaven counts as a town, but it wasn't something I wanted to talk about.
She must have caught my mood swing. "Hey, it's OK; I don't mean anything by it. I just really like people and I'm always playing this sort of guessing game. I don't really care what you buy, as long as I get to ring it up and get the commission."
"You work on commission here?" I was grateful for the change of subject.
"I do, anyway. What I make depends strictly on sales. We rotate around a lot. The girls downstairs make a ton on clothing, but the movies are probably our biggest sellers."
"I never thought you would actually work on commission."
"Hey, are you in a rush?"
A little hesitantly I replied, "No."
"Great. Look it's really quiet this late in the day and I am due for my dinner break. If I don’t get one now, I might never get one. We have a bunch coming in for a party later. Why don't you pop over that fast food place across the street and get me a number 3, iced tea to drink and get your dinner. Come on back over here and we can eat together and talk for a bit."
I walked out of there, not sure what the hell just happened to me and drove over to the hamburger joint and got her dinner, done twice, and actually went back. I felt like I was in a daze, hit my a cute little 20-ish Mack Truck.
"Great! Come on and follow me, the break room isn't being used for a while." Down the stairs I wondered what the hell I was doing. I make a quick stop into an upscale porno shop north of Cincinnati, just to pick up a couple of movies and maybe a book or two. I really was surprised how nice the place was and how big. There were signs directing people to the fetish-wear sale in the basement, tons of DVD and VHS movies, and an incredible collection of toys. All I was going to do was grab a couple of movies, maybe a book and go home. I know, dull life, but I was still in some adjustment phase after my wife passed. The next thing I know the clerk, a surprisingly innocent looking early twenty-something, starts talking to me and I am going down the stairs with her to eat dinner. She did sort of con me into buying, but that’s OK. Should I let my imagination run away with me? No way! She's cute, probably a college student here. I am twice her age, not in bad shape, but nothing a girl like her would be interested in. Maybe she's in a psychology class and I just became an experiment. Well hell it's better than eating a nuked-dinner alone at home!
Her nametag said Jessie. We sat down and just started talking like we were old friends. She was so easy to talk to attentive, honest in her comments, and very intelligent. She talked about college . . .I was right a student, at least part of the time . . .and I talked about my family, she even got me to open up about my wife. She was empathetic without pity. Jessie was wise beyond her years and for the first time, I didn’t mind talking about everything. We finished our burgers and then she hit me right between the eyes.
"Have you ever met one?"
"Uh, one what?"
"A TG."
"A what?"
"A Shemale, just the like in the movies you just bought. Have you ever met a real transgendered girl before."
"I don't know."
"You mean you can't tell?"
“Well, I've seen cross-dressers and drag queens, but I think a real TG would look just like a girl. Isn’t that the idea?"
"You wouldn't believe all the types we get in here. Some of the TG’s are still so close to being guys they are so nervous and so sweet. They are more open coming here to buy stuff rather than the mall. That’s why we stock such a large clothing area. Don't get me started on drag queens; they are so flamboyant that they are a riot and so much fun. So you have never met one?"
"Not that I know of."
"So why this fascination?"
"I don't know if I would call it a fascination. I was looking at your movies and saw the cover. It looked really interesting and something completely different."
"Look, don't take this wrong, but you just didn't strike me as the type."
"Type?"
"Well, you come in and wander all through the movie section. You caught my eye when you kept stopping at that one spot, where I know we have some of our raunchiest shemale videos."
I think my face turned a bright red, because she reached out her hand and touched mine.
"Don't sweat it. I’m not condemning you. I just found it very interesting. Sexuality should be expressed rather than repressed. The tapes, books, toys, and even clothing can help bring that out. I love all of it." Her hand was warm and very tender. I wasn't sure how to respond. "Look at it from my point of view. A handsome gentleman comes in. Right away I and the other clerks saw you. We gossip quite a bit about our customers, where will they go and what will they buy. It's just a way to pass the time. Like most guys you head to the movies. Women usually head to the toys, and lots of folks head to our dungeon."
"Dungeon?"
"Oh not a real one, that's what we call the basement. We expanded last year into clothing and specialty items. They are down here in the basement. We used half our storage space the just the leatherwear. It's really cool. Maybe I’ll take you on a tour later. Oh no, that party."
“You mentioned the party before? What’s going on?”
“We have a bunch of ladies coming in for a bachelorette party. When we know they are planning to get real wild, we use part of our basement to give them some serious privacy. They can get as crazy as they like. We cater it, provide costumes, toys, entertainment, and whatever else they want. It makes a cool profit for us and we can usually have some fun too.”
I didn't realize how big this place really was. I just assumed movies and books. Jessie was so matter-of-fact about it all. I think that helped me relax.
"Suzie, the little girl who was at the counter, figured you for a romantic erotic movie to spice things up with your wife. Ronnie, the tall sexy blond, thought you looked to nice to be that nice, so she guessed something really slutty. Angie was busy with another customer so I don’t know what she thought. I was real surprised when you kept going back to the shemale stuff and it got my curiosity up."
"So what was your guess?"
"Oh I'll never tell you."
I sat there thinking about it. Getting those movies was a spur of the moment thing. I was probably going to find something nearer to her friend Ronnie's idea than the other clerk.
"I would have gotten something more explicit, but the shemale ones just seemed to jump out at me. And back to your original question I haven't met one that I know of."
She said, "Would you like to?" in a real quiet voice.
I paused when her hand squeezed mine. I forgot she was even touching me.
"I am asking for real. Would you like to meet a real shemale? She is very feminine, lives as a girl, and no one has a clue about what's under her clothes unless she tells them. Would you like to meet her? Think about this before you answer because if you say no, or make a smartass crack the subject will be dropped."
She was very serious. So in all seriousness, I thought about the answer. Did I want to meet a real shemale? Jessie wasn't offering sex or anything, just a meeting. What would it be like talking to a girl, knowing she was 'different'? Would it seem normal to me, or would I freak out? To be honest, I wasn't sure.
"Jessie, I don't really know."
She looked at me for a long minute. "Wow that was an honest answer. Some of the guys we get in here would jump so hard at the chance that it would be scary. Others get insulted and put on an ugly front, I hate that. You really thought about it and you aren't sure."