Jon sat on the wall, swinging his legs. He'd been there for all of thirty seconds when Karyn showed up. "Target?"
"Huh?" he asked, jumping off of the wall; the sudden shock to his unusually substantial chest made him wince. He shook his new hair out of his face. It'd been removed from the ponytail during last period. "Oh, right. I guess that's as good a place as any... right?"
Karyn smiled. "Right," she said simply, and walked away. Target was a fairly close walk. Most everything was a fairly close walk, unless you wanted night clubs and things like that downtown. "This is really cool. If I had to guess, you'd have just buried your head in the sand and waited to come up with a wish to get rid of them, and your hair. Not... you know, this." Karyn was grinning ear-to-ear, and Jon had to smile too.
"I am kinda excited. It seems really weird, I know, but it's true. It's sorta just like a new experience," he said, as they walked into Target. On instinct he set on the path to the Electronics department, even though he knew there was going to be nothing new there for -- tug tug.
"Wrong way, Jon-boy. Womens' department, not boys-who-refuse-to-grow-up department," she teased, and he blushed. "There's nothing interesting there for the next few weeks anyway, when that new Sims 3 expansion comes out."
"Yeah, I know," he conceded, grinning. "Lead the way."
They arrived there in short order, and looked around dumbly for a few minutes before Karyn spoke up. "Oh, yeah... Jon, you're not going to like this but you have to get measured. Wait right here, I'll go get someone," she said, and hurried off. Jon stood there, looking around at the unfamiliar garments in a new light. They were no longer alien devices designed for an untouchable other, and he even found himself wondering what would look best on him, disregarding size. He picked up a black one, the best available blend of simple and lacy that he could see, and held it up to his chest over his shirt, unsure.
"Oh, my God!" a voice exclaimed from behind him, and he jumped, looking back. A salesgirl about their age, probably junior instead of senior, stared at him; he thought he recognized her, but who knew. "I thought you meant a girl friend. I mean, I've heard about this kinda thing, but I never thought I'd see it, oh my God, I'm so sorry. Did I offend you? I hope not!"
Karyn laughed. "It's okay, Allison. Just measure him," she said, patting the other girl's arm. Allison smiled and went to work. He and Karyn both laughed when she told them his cup size, and he looked down at the bra in his hand, dejected.
"I kinda liked this one, but it's way too small," he sighed.
"How about this?" Karyn asked, holding up a bra in the proper size, rather similar to the one he had. He just nodded.
"Can I wear it out of the store?" Jon asked, and Allison shrugged.
"I don't see why not. You can... change into it here and I'll ring you up up front," she said, smiling, and walked away.
Jon turned his back to the corner and removed his shirt, motioning for Karyn to help. She strapped it onto him, removing the price tag, and he sighed in relief as he put his shirt back on. "Wow, this feels... wow. Weird. Light, like they're hardly there. My back isn't being pulled much anymore."
Karyn just looked at his chest, pensive. "Y'know," she began, "I wonder how you'd look in a nice top. I'm buying your first bra, so I'll buy that too, if you want one." She smiled at him.
"What? Karyn, I'm still a guy. I don't have any interest in crossdressing," he said, as he realized he did, a little feeling in the back of his mind, curiosity. How would I look? He shook his head.
"Come on, please? I'd love to see it. Like you said yourself, how many guys get this sort of chance?" she pleaded, still smiling like the Cheshire cat. He dimly wondered what she was smiling about, then decided he didn't care.
"Yeah, sure," Jon said. "What kind?"
"I know just what kind!" Karyn exclaimed, hurrying off to the next section of the department. Jon followed her, knowing he should feel apprehensive but not really caring. This section technically fits me too, I guess, he thought, smiling slightly at the thought. By the time he caught up to her she'd already picked something out; a black top with a sort of stretchy neck, and short, ruffly sleeves. "Well? What do you think?"
"Seems a little too small, don't you think?" he asked, though part of him was brimming with excitement. Karyn shook her head.
"Nah, these are very stretchy. I wear them sometimes, remember?" He didn't remember, but he let it drop, and nodded. "So you want it?" she smiled. He nodded, and she draped it over her shoulder. "Well, let's go pay for this stuff."
