Window Dressing

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Happy Valentines Day! Here is my gift to you...

Will wasn't sure if it was the sound of the noisy metal shutters rising or the resulting sunshine streaming through the store window that woke him but he knew one thing for sure, they both hurt his head. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shake away the cobwebs as he slowly realised where he was – the shop display window. Recognizing the potential faux-pas of having a hungover employee stumbling around while morning shoppers streamed past, he instinctively stumbled to the partition between the panes of glass and pressed himself out of sight. He looked back into the store and saw Gemma organising the cash register and only when he saw her grinning widely back at him did he begin to recollect the evening previous and his predicament became apparent...

Will and Gemma were 'not-so-star' employees of Fancy Dan's Fancy Dress, a costume shop situated in the centre of town. Amongst other regular shenanigans, the pair had a habit of holding late-night 'lock-ins', where they would invite friends and get wasted in the privacy of the closed store. However, this week, Gemma and Will had found themselves drinking alone.

It had been Will who had kicked off the chain of events that would lead to him waking up in the window display. He had dared Gemma to slip into a particularly scandalous nurse's uniform, but his colleague, preferring to remain in her warm and comfortable jeans and hoody, had refused. Will persisted and continued to nag until, thinking she would shut him up for good, Gemma agreed to put it on if she could also pick out any outfit she liked for Will. To her surprise he had agreed – that's how he ended up in the skimpy milk maid outfit he now found himself in. Of course, this was only after he had made the grave mistake of downing a considerable amount of alcoholic courage.

From his position between the two display windows, Will became reacquainted with his costume. It seemed Gemma had made some enhancements while he had been passed out. His face felt stiff and smelled of cosmetics and a long blonde wig itched his scalp. A tingling seemed to be running up his legs and glancing down, he realised they were now smooth and hairless as if they had been carefully waxed. He ran his finger over the silky skin of his thigh and beneath the hem of his dress until it reached a pair of frilly white panties. He shot Gemma an accusing glare across the store and she winked back triumphantly.

'I have to get out of here before the store gets busy,' Will thought and waiting until there was a quiet moment in the street outside the store, he left the sanctuary of his blindspot and started towards the main shop area. 'Shit!' His manager had just entered through the stockroom and in a panic he whirled back around to face the window before he was spotted. Now standing front and centre in the window, he saw that the street outside was starting to fill up with rush hour crowds. He held his pose rigidly, careful not to alert the hordes of shoppers that he was anything but one of the stores many mannequins. It would be hours before it got quieter and he was already acutely aware of the soreness in his calves from the heels on his feet. 'Great', he sighed silently to the firefighter model next to him. 'Now what?!'