"Yes," he said, looking down at his feet. When there wasn't an explosion of anger or demands to leave, he looked up to see Lacy and the other woman looking at him sympathetically.
"Oh sweetie. It's okay," Lacy said. She leaned forward, giving him a brief hug. Her breasts pressed against him and he drew a breath in surprise. When she let go, she was still all smiles, but this one seemed geniune. Not the sales one she had on before. "I have some experience with that sort of thing."
"What..." Jon struggled to keep up. Everything was going crazy, but he knew he could trust Lacy.
"My older brother is transgender," she said, as if that explained everything. Maybe it did to her, but Jon still felt completely lost. "So, its okay not to be sure, or want to wear pretty things."
"We've helped other boys find their inner self too," the other woman said, finally joining in the conversation. She was much shorter than Lacy, probably by half a foot, but certainly just as attractive.
"Oh, where are my manners? Jon, this is Amanda," Lacy said. "She is our head stylist and will help develop the perfect look for you."
"Don't worry, we'll take good care of you," Amanda said. Jon nodded, somehow knowing that was true. Even as he tried to tell himself he didn't want any of this, he knew he could trust them and that they would take care of him. Was this what he wanted? To dress up like a girl for prom?
"Okay," he drew the word out.
"Now, let's get started then." Jon found himself smiling along with the women. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, and he could just fix ti all later anyway. Yeah, he'd trust them and it really did kind of seem fun, so what the heck.
"Where do we start?" He found himself asking, nearly bouncing in his seat from the contagious excitement.
