Girl-dressed-as-a-boy Interrupted

' '  ' "I want to go into the Victoria's Secret for a minute."
Karen explained.
' ' '  "Eh, count me out." Jon blanched at that suggestion.
' ' '  "Why not, there's no reason why you can't go in there.
In fact, right now I'd say you were more qualified than me." Karen grinned
as he tried to grab Jon's crotch.
' ' '  Jon swatted Karen's hands away.
' ' '  "Will you shut up. Someone might hear us."
' ' '  "Jeez Jon, haven't you even heard of the anonimity of
a crowd." Karen waved his unfemininely large hands at the passers by. "None
of these people are paying attention to us, much less care."
' ' '  "Well I'm not going in there. I'll happily wait outside
of Victoria's Secret for you. But that's girl's stuff, and I am not interested
in girl stuff. Since I am not a girl!" Jon announced loudly hoping some mall
patrons would overhear.
' ' '  "Fine." Karen replied bluntly.
' ' '  Karen strolled through entryway with the large posters
of inferiority-complex-inducing models wearing as little as possible. Jon
sat down on a bench facing the store. There were a few purseholding men waiting
for thier wives. An elderly man leaned over to Jon and whispered to her.
' ' '  "Good work young feller, I've been married for 45 years
and I still don't understand women."
' ' '  "Yeah."
' ' '  "Hey fella, you know why women have such small feet?"
' ' '  "Uh, no, why?" Jon replied, not understanding where he
was going.
' ' '  "So they can get closer to the sink."
' ' '  "That's it!" Jon snapped as she stood up, "I'm going to
Orange Julius."