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By now I had finished dressing. I looked in the full length mirror and saw a girl, a skinny teenaged girl, wearing a pleated green and red plaid skirt which ended at least two inches above her knees, and a simple white blouse. My maroon shoes had one inch heels and were open-toed.. I truly believe that, had it been possible at that very moment, I would have fled out the back door rather than face Sara and the three high school girls looking as I did. But of course there is no back door in a ladies dressing room, and besides, the consequences to me had I fled would have been devastating.
“Oh, Pamela,” gushed Jennifer as she and her two coworkers stared at the feminine male emerging from the dressing room.
“You do look pretty!”
“Pretty, yes, but rather immature. Maybe he ought to dress more like a girl his own age instead of dressing like a middle-school girl.”
“Katie!” protested Jennifer.
“Please! Don’t be a bitch. Pamela is our customer, and if he wants to dress like a young girl, that’s his right.”
“Well, even Brittany Spears doesn’t dress like that anymore. She dresses like a hot babe,” said Katie.
“He looks like an eighth grader in that skirt.”
“Except for the pantyhose,” giggled the other clerk.
“He’s wearing pantyhose. In eighth grade a girl can’t wear pantyhose.”
“Boys aren’t allowed to wear pantyhose in eighth grade either, are they,” snickered Sara.
“Girls, let’s not refer to Pamela as he or him. I’m sure he would prefer we use feminine pronouns. Isn’t that right,” asked Jennifer.
“Yes. Thank you,” I responded, then turned to Sara and said, “Please, we must get going.”
“Es verdad, senorita,” Sara responded.
“Now get all your pretties together and let’s check out.”
“Oh, but wait just a minute. Pamela needs makeup to look her cutest.
Please?” Jennifer asked Sara, again acting as if I was a little girl and Sara was my mother.
“Oh, OK, but we must hurry.”
Within a minute the schoolgirls had me seated and, while Katie and Jennifer were busy applying makeup to my face, the other girl, Ashley, applied red polish to my fingernails. As Jennifer applied eyeliner, Katie took a tube of red lipstick from her purse and had me pucker.
“Well, Pamela,” she said after finishing, “I’ll let you keep my lipstick. I don’t think I’ll want to use it again. After all, there’s no telling what your lips have touched.” The girls giggled at the implications of Katie’s joke.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Five.
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