Dee Wright sighed as he finished tidying the desk. Hed finished with dusting, mopping, organizing, and not a single customer had come in for some time. He cracked his neck gently and settled into his chair. The industrial fan in the corner oscillated a few times. He rapped his fingers on the wood of the table. Just three hours left in his shift.
Despite the occasional boredom, he enjoyed working in the back. It was like his own little world. It was much better than being out there somewhere in the rest of store. He liked the owner but he knew she definitely had some quirks. Like the fact she opened a store which sold gender-bending products.
It was a dangerous place if one wished to remain the same gender. Despite those pitfalls, Dee had managed, in sixteen months, never to be affected by a single one of the store products. A record he held alone among the staff. Most employees were turned within a month at most.
The air from the fan brushed at his cap with the store logo. He scratched at his uniform of khaki and blue. It was a little less than three hours. He plopped his head down but kept his eyes open. He blinked a few times. From down the hall, he could hear the even sound of heels on tile. He gave a quick glance.
Out strutted a tall, blond woman. Her hair fell past her shoulders and ended in tight curls. She was wedged into form-fitting leather pants. Her top was soft lycra. She turned as she walked, swiveling her tiny waist. She tossed her head back. Her eyes were bright blue and her vast cleavage showed. She leaned against the table as he leaned back. She made sure he had a good view of her.
She moistened her lips and folded her arms. With a faint smile, she said breathlessly, Hello, stud. She kept her eyes on him.
He hid a smirk behind his hand, cleared his throat, and responded, Good afternoon, maam. What can I help you with?
She made a pleased little sound, pushed up her cleavage a little further and giggled, Oh theres so much you can help me with
She pouted a little and added, I have some great
big problems that only a strong man like you can help.
He snorted and couldnt hide his amusement anymore. He shook his head and said, Hi, Jeff.
The woman blanched for a second, but steadied herself. Whatever do you mean? My name is Cindi.
He kept his smile. Last name?"
He could tell her eyes were searching. She blurted out, stammering, C-c-craw
Crawfeld. Cindi Craw
Cindi Crooper! She flashed a small look of satisfaction.
Dee responded, So, what are you returning?
She seemed to relax. Nothing really
Im just here to see you.
Dee rubbed his chin. He wasnt sure what Jeff was up to. Blackmail seemed out of the question. Maybe he was just bored. Dee opted to play along for a moment.
Cindi leaned and smiled as she said, I like what I see and Id like to see more.
With a smirk, Dee took his hat off. She gave a pout and said, Aww
dont you like me?
He gave her another glance. Id say you like you, Jeff. But theres one thing you may not like
He held up a slip of paper.
Cindi swallowed a quick question and said a saucy-toned, Whatever do you mean?
Dee set the paper on the counter. If the owner found out about your illusion appliance use
especially considering how much it costs to rent them. He gestured with his finger to the red line on the paper.
Cindi grit her teeth and grumbled.
How the heck did you know?!
Dee savored the displeasure she showered on him. Its pretty simple. The moment you stepped out, you were like a lampoon of a girl. I mean, come on, youve been a girl several times already.
Cindi leaned forward, folded her hands, and set her nose on the counter. Ten times. And you
Dee shook his head. So thats what this is about
come on. Show it to me.
With a contorting, sour expression, Cindi fished an illusion appliance out from deep in her bust. Dee raised an eyebrow. Where were you actually keeping it?
Cindi held the appliance, which looked like a flat, soft pop-cap, out and it shimmered and grew a bit of double-sided sticky tape. She set it down and Dee picked it up with a pair of plastic tongs. He dropped it into a drawer marked to restock.
Cindi flattened her face, along with her bust, against the counter. She expelled a wordless sound of disgust and said, I so wouldve had you. Its not fair you still havent been gotten after all this time. Im surprised the owner hasnt done something. Stinks
Dee folded his hands. And you smell nice
Cindi gave as gruff a little growl as she could manage with her voice. She pulled back from table quickly and gave her chest a little quake. She folded her arms over her front and sighed, At least I have sensory feedback turned off.
She fished a little car-alarm-sized remote out of a back pocket on her leather pants and clicked a button. Then she mashed the side of her hip with her thumb. She frowned. Come on
She pressed her thumb into her side over and over, tracing a little circle on her side. She said softly, No no nonono
Dee leaned over the counter. Something wrong
Cindi kept pressing her hip until it hurt. Finally, she asked, Could you help?
Dee took the remote from her and looked it over. He aimed it at her and pressed the same button. Nothing. Cindi turned in place and offered, Maybe you have to aim at it?
Dee pointed at her hip but also asked, Are you sure it was on your hip?
Cindi nodded vigorously. He clicked the button again. Nothing. He checked the tiny text on the remote. He was clicking the activate/deactivate illusion button. There other two, smaller buttons; a red engage/disengage/set sensory feedback one and a green Select/Modify Illusion button.
On the whole, Dee found it to be a poorly-designed interface. But he had a thought. Are you sure this is the one you used?
Cindi frowned. Yeah
why? Does it matter? Dee leaned to his right. He clicked the button again. He heard the fainted beep. Using his tongs, he picked up the other illusion appliance from the restock slot. He showed it to Cindi. The middle was glowing bright purple.
Cindi still appeared confused. Dee explained, You do recall these are keyed into a particular device each, right? Just like how your car alarm remote only affects your own car.
She blanched again. Oh
crap. Cindi felt around everywhere on her. She slumped. I mustve lost it somewhere
She touched her hip and gasped. What if someone picked it up? She stepped towards the door and bit her lip. Uh
be right back.
Dee smiled and waved. Have fun, cutie.
He set the remote in the slot and leaned back in his chair. The return of silence was greatly satisfying.
The calm wouldnt last long. Mere moments after Cindi departed, the doors swung open again. A woman with short, red hair which clung to the sides of her cheeks approached. She was dressed in a pleasant, white swimsuit with an opening near her stomach. She had on lacy-pink little sandals. None of this compared to the sight of a flat-rimmed plunger stuck to her right breast.
She gripped the stick end and shuffled her way to the counter. With a soft, nervous voice, she said, I seem to be having a problem