"How are you Miss?" asked the sales lady
"Oh, gee, that rock the wishes are, no depends on how it was worded...er..ah...I am ok, I think." said Jon.
"Is there anything I can get you?" said the first man, who was almost drooling over Jon's chest.
"Yes, there is." said Jon.
"Oh, yea, what?" said the first man.
"Some space. I'd like to be alone and quit staring at my tits!" said Jon.
The salesgirl cover her mouth as she giggled and the first man turned red and stormed out of the store. The two men left the store and started arguing among themselves as they left.
"He got what he deserved. Now, how are you really? Why are you dressed like this?" said the saleslady.
(Because somebody has my wishing rock. Yea, I can tell her that. Crap, how long will I be stuck like this? At least until I can get to the rock. I can't walk around in these clothes, my shirts about ready to tear and if my butt was big my pants would just fall off) thought Jon.
"Ah, my boyfriend and I had a fight. He threw me out of the house naked! Then the only clothes he threw me were his. I don't think I will be going back for a while. I just need some clothes." said Jon while trying to force out a phony tear.
"Its ok dear. You are in the right place. We are a lingerie shop, but we have a few things that are good for day wear. But...well, you know with your chest you'll need to go to a custom shop for any bars and such." said the smiling saleslady.
Jon with the help of the saleslady, then started trying on various clothing that could pass for day wear. This was a bit unsettling to Jon. Turns out since it was a lingerie shop the options for day wear were all very skimpy, very revealing outfits that Jon's huge bust only made skimpier and sexier.
"Looks like we are done. That will be $151.49 cash or charge?" asked the saleslady.
"Charge" said Jon as he took the charge card from his wallet.
The saleslady looked at the charge card. "It says Jon, that's an unusual name for a woman. Can I see a picture ID please? Thank you. Wait! This driver's license is of a man!" The saleslady wasn't sure what to do next. Should she take pity on this woman or call the police; just what should she do?
