There was a small knock on the changing room door. I peered over it to see who it was; it was an easy thing to do considering the changing room door was so small it only obscured a person's midsection while changing, which was especially problematic at my height. As I stood up straight, my bare legs and everything from my upper torso and higher were completely visible from behind the tiny wooden door as I leaned over to see who it was.
"Zayne." I blushed down at the small blonde gentleman with sparkling eyes and a red streak.
"I got you some goodies for you to try on handsome." He raised up a pile of clothes over the door and I graciously took them. It appeared to be a white three piece suit with a red velvet vest with black and gold buttons. This selection seemed a bit outlandish to me but I wasn't about to turn down any sort of clothes under these circumstances. "Oh, and don't forget these!" Zayne dangled a pair of ice silk briefs in front of me as he leaned over the changing room door leering in at me. My cheeks turned pink as I claimed them from his grasp and moved them up my legs. Zayne continued to hang over the door watching me dress. You'd think I'd be okay with being naked in front of another guy but there was something about Zayne's stare that was so intense it made me feel three times more embarrassing than it would any other person. By the time I put the jacket on, Zayne dropped a pair of black socks, and a pair of brown wingtip shoes, and a white fedora that I was to put on. Once fully dressed from head to toe I was able to embrace a sense of security and relief. "Alright Jack-my-Bee, step on out of there so we can get a better look." Without preamble, Zayne lowered his body over the door even further to undue the latch then pushed himself back on his feet to swing the whole door open, inviting me to step out. I obeyed Zayne's motioning letting myself come back into view of the stores patrons. Their faces were still in awe but for a different reason this time. I felt a little nervous facing the looks of the people who just saw me naked a minute ago.
Zayne took my hand, "Come over here, let me show you what they are seeing." He pulled me toward the corner of the store where a full-length three way mirror was stacked. I could only see the back of Zayne's head as he faced forward but I could definitely tell that his ears were turning red. A pinch of giddiness welled up inside me. Was my appearance having an effect on Zayne? I was feeling hopeful as we stepped on top of the platform that was in front of the mirrors.
At the risk of sounding like such a Rorke, I was deeply impressed by what I saw. I thought I would come off as some poser who went over the top after striking it rich; instead, I looked more like a tall, handsome, friendly gentleman that exuded a notable degree of empowerment and wonder. Something about this outfit was deliberate. Almost as if Zayne was bringing out the joy from my very character to the surface for all to see.
My face lit up as I checked myself out in the mirror. "Wow! Is that really me?"
"Yup," Zayne sounded proud as he snapped a picture from behind with his camera phone. "I thought I would pick something that exclaims both sweetness and strength for your character." He snapped another photo. "Would you be a dear and strike a few poses for me?" Inspired by my new look, I turned towards Zayne placing one hand in my pocket and let my other arm hang loose at my side as I smirked for his camera. I did a few more elegant poses for him as we began to attract a whole new crowd of customers.
"Oh my goodness, is that guy a model?"
"He has to be. Who else would be that tall?"
"Such broad shoulders, why do I suddenly have the urge to let him carry me around?"
"He is looking so fine. I wonder if I should go talk to him."
"Are you crazy?! I would be way too nervous talking to a hottie like that."
I had to admit, it felt pretty good being admired like this. I placed one arm across my chest while my other hand lifted my chin as Zayne captured another pose of interest.
"Man, you are looking so damn good!" Zayne praised me and I smiled.
"Thanks Zayne, is this the outfit I am going to wear to the interview?"
"Before I answer that, I have some other things you have to try on."
Zayne produced a short powder-blue swimsuit with yellow trimming. They were too small for board shorts but longer than a speedo. "I figured you could wear these for your friend's birthday party. We are having it at the beach you know."
I smiled, I couldn't help but be impressed with Zayne; thinking about my friends. "Sure, I'll try those on. Let me just..." As I looked over to the changing rooms, the last vacant one that I just came out of got occupied. Some girl and her mother just walked right in and started trying on dresses. "...Oh. All the changing rooms are full. Should we wait?"
"Of course not, we're on the clock. You can just change into these right here."
