The Bookstore (closed for afullmargin)

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Jim slid the key into the lock and opened the door. The smell of old books filled his nostrils and he couldn't help but smile. It had taken him a long time to figure out what he wanted; even longer to make it a reality. But now, just months before his 50th birthday, he had it.

He flipped the sign to open and strode over to the register. He picked up the cleaning rag from behind the counter and wiped the dust from the glass with care. As he polished the glass, he caught his reflection and he couldn't help but think that for a man his age, he didn't look to shabby. He had managed to keep fit and the hair around his temples was only just starting to turn gray. But maybe it was just that he was beaming with pride.

He had dreamed of owning a bookstore since he graduated from college almost 30 years ago. He had saved diligently, waited patiently, and now it was all here.

Of course, he couldn't have done it without the help of his best friend. Kurt had always been there for him. When Jim and Stephany split up, she took his heart and a large portion of their savings. Jim was left without his wife or his dream; but Kurt came to the rescue, helping him to get back on his feet and loaning him the difference for the down payment.

With Kurt's money, and a lot of hard work, Jim held the grand opening last Friday. All his friends and family had come; supporting him and even buying a book or two. But it was the next day that was a complete surprise. Saturday found the place packed, and Jim had begun wishing he had hired a salesperson. Amazing, he was open for two days and already he needed to hire someone! Fortunately, the bookstore was closed on Sunday and Jim had had a day to reflect. Now, it was the beginning of a new week. He expected a quiet morning before things picked up after lunch. Jim was planning on getting some of the bookkeeping finished from the weekend and posting an add on Craigslist for an evening/weekend employee.

Just then, the bell over the door chimed and Jim looked up...
 
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It had been a horrible Monday, and not in the sense that most Mondays were horrible because frankly, Tabitha hadn't noticed much difference from one day to the other when it came to opportunities to suck. She'd been out of high school since May, and with the summer coming to a close college loomed ahead. She had decided to stay local for college, it was cheaper and she could be close to her family and where she knew she could find work pretty easily if she needed to. Unfortunately, only one of her pretty limited social circle were staying behind. Her best friend Mari wasn't enrolling in the fall because she was going to be having her baby come October and getting married at the end of July, only a few weeks away.

It was that fact that had brought Tabitha to the bookstore nearly in tears. It wasn't fair, Marisol was a horrible person - and dumb as a stump. Yet she studied her ass off and spent all of high school working toward a scholarship to have an easy ride to any college that she wanted. In the process she'd become a bit of a doormouse, she wasn't really comfortable around people she didn't know and only dated one boy in high school because they'd had the same class schedule and studied together - but they'd ended up breaking it off after graduation when said he was leaving to go to Brown. They'd never even made it past frenzied kissing in the back of his sedan when she touched his hard on and he asked her to stop.

Mari had called, teasing her about the baby shower and the upcoming wedding and how perfect her life was going to be. All Tabitha had was a scholarship and her own apartment off campus where she could keep a cat for company. Thank God her Uncle Jim's new store was less than a mile from her place... she needed someone who understood what it was like to be alone in the world.

Jim was a good man, he wasn't actually her Uncle per se - but she'd known him almost her whole life... as long as she could remember at least. She hadn't been shocked when her father loaned him the money to help open the bookstore; even if the men hadn't been long time friends she would have begged him to do it herself. Over the last couple years he'd become a good friend to her and someone she could not only admire but trust and talk to like nobody else in her life.

"Need a hand, Uncle Jim?" She flashed a smile from under her baseball cap, pushing her glasses up on her nose. Always a bit of a tomboy, she was easy to pick out of a crowd - the slight girl with a Cubs cap and men's t-shirt untucked over her jeans or shorts. Today it was hot, so she'd taken to khaki shorts and sneakers for her walk over. "I really, really need something to keep me busy."
 
When Jim looked up and saw it was Tabitha coming through the door, he was overjoyed. He had always felt like they had a special connection. She was different than other people her age, more mature, really. Jim valued their discussions and often, when he was over at Kurt's house, he looked forward to seeing Tabby just as much as his best friend. Tabby and he would talk about things that most 18-year-old's even considered. Recently, he was feeling even closer to her. In a weird way, he felt like she was one of the few people who actually understood the loneliness he was feeling, what with his wife leaving and her boyfriend heading off to college. He was secretly pleased that she had stayed close to home, and while it was good for business to be so close to the campus, he was also hopeful that Tabby would stop in occasionally. Like today.

But the smile on Jim's face quickly turned to a look of concern when he noticed the tears trying to force themselves free from the corners of her eyes. "Need a hand, Uncle Jim? I really, really need something to keep me busy."

"Oh Tabby, sweetheart, are you ok?" Jim moved from around the counter and gave his niece a big hug. He held her tightly for a moment, comforting her in his arms. He knew she would share when she was ready, so he didn't pry. While he was holding her, he was reminded about how she was actually had a very attractive body. Not that you could tell between her hiding her face under the baseball cap and her figure behind baggy shorts and men's oversized T-shirts. But Jim knew that her tom-boyish clothing suited Kurt and her mother just fine... less dating drama that way, they had figured. He wondered now if that had been the best decision. He just wished that she would realize how good looking she really was and that she could muster the confidence to find a boy that would make her happy.

Jim felt Tabby stand a bit taller and knew she was ready to move on. "You know I would never turn down a chance for conversation with you; and given how busy we were on Saturday, I would love some help reshelving and restocking books. You can tell me what's going on while we are are making up for the people too dumb to realize that Joyce Carrol Oates doesn't get shelved next to James Joyce."
 
"Fine." She replied in a clipped tone, fooling absolutely no one - least of all Jim. The warm arms wrapping around her only made it harder to hold back the frustrated tears. It wasn't fair, damn it. She couldn't even have a normal boyfriend... that thought of her as more than a friend who happens to be a girl. Stiffening against him, she shook her head against his solid chest, she just wanted to get lost and not think about anything at all.

"I know, Uncle Jim." She smiled, weak but not forced. He was one of the good ones, if all men were like Jim, the world would be a better place... or at least a smarter one. "Between the two of us we'll get this place whipped into shape in no time!"

The girl unshouldered her messenger bag and tucked it behind the counter, putting every bit of her hundred and ten pounds into pulling out a cart stacked taller than she was with paperbacks. "Heard you had a brilliant opening?" She'd come, but spent most of it back in the stacks at the back of the store where she wasn't supposed to go, where Jim kept the trashy romance novels that were rotting her brain every time she read about Big Rick sweeping Miss Pride up in his big manly arms - it was the closest she'd ever come to knowing what it was like to be woman... and understand that she'd probably never be one.

"Where do we start?"
 
"It was so nice to have everyone here for that" Jim beamed. "I really appreciated you coming, I know you don't particularly like crowds, and especially crowds of strangers." He had noticed she had spent a lot of time in the stacks that night. But he had understood. He wasn't sure what she had been reading, but she had definitely engrossed herself in something. "Let's start by getting your cart of new books out on the shelves so that people can spend their money, shall we?"

They worked well together. Shelving the newest releases from all the major publishers and a few books by local authors as well. Jim showed her the difference between how the library put books out and how a bookstore really tried to accent books that might appeal to their customers. She had a real eye for things and within a half hour they were pretty much done with their work.

As Jim pulled one last box from the storeroom he broached the all important question. "Tabby, what's the matter? You know you can't fool me with that pat answer of 'fine.'
 
She'd spent a lot of time at the library in her years, both reading and volunteering - coming to love the smell of printed pages and rustle of a well read paperback. Learning how to work the store was simple, expensive books with pretty covers get the most coverage and everything else goes neatly in order.

Tabitha was crouched down in the science-fiction shelving some used Pratchett when she heard his question. The store was empty, it was still early and the customers had been few and far between - it wouldn't pick up for maybe another hour or two when the soccer moms started coming in for something to read by the pool. The college kids wouldn't come pouring in for another month yet so Uncle Jim's bread and butter would be the regular stream of housewives and old folks. Sighing, she stood up and stretched her back, the plain white t-shirt creeping up high enough to show the band of her simple what bra before coming back down.

"Can we talk in the back? It's kind of personal..." While she wasn't exactly popular, most of her class had known her by sight and if she got caught admitting what she was upset about in front of them she'd most likely die of embarrasment alone and a virgin.
 
As she stood up, Jim was struck by how easily she moved. He was sure most people never noticed that about her, but he was impressed. As she stretched up, he couldn't help but notice the unflattering white bra showing from under her T-Shirt. If she ever learned to harness that energy, he thought to himself, lord help us all.

"Can we talk in the back? It's kind of personal..."

"Of course we can" Jim smiled at her embarrassment. He imagined that she was going to tell him about some new crush or maybe that she was struggling in school. He knew there wouldn't be many people, and if someone did come in, there was an electronic bell that would sound in the office. So, Jim picked up his last box to drop it in the appropriate section when he noticed the label: "Sexuality"

Deftly, he swung the box onto his shoulder and moved around the stacks. "let me just set this down." He let out a soft grunt as he placed the large box in front of a shelf of erotica. Thank goodness Tabby hadn't noticed that. She would just die of embarrassment, he imagined.

"My office isn't too big, but that should work for a bit of privacy" Jim offered, holding the door for her, then stepping in behind her. He pulled out the chair for her and sat on the corner of the desk, waiting for her to explain her woes.
 
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It was an ominous label to be sure, thankfully Tabby hadn't seen it or she'd likely be put off the topic completely. It wasn't that she was suspicious, of course, but there were some coincidences she'd take heart to. She knew the office well already, she'd help set it up before Jim opened the store - and she knew it was the perfect place for a quiet talk that nobody would hear without pressing their nosy ears up to the door.

With a slight smile, the young woman sat in the large office chair - feeling every bit small in it's leathery embrace. It was all in her mind, she knew... she actually was on the rather petite side... but it was fun to pretend she'd been spirited away to a world where Uncle Jim was some giant that could protect her from the assholes of the world.

After a long pause, she lowered her eyes. "I'm only telling you this stuff because I know you won't tell Dad and you're the only person I can really trust not to laugh at me." Always a good start to go in defensive.

She didn't wait for him to answer, she was sure that he'd only offer the same comfortable reassurance he always did when she had problems. "You remember my best friend Mari, I'm sure... the pregnant girl dating the big jockey guy? Well... they're getting married next month." She huffed, shaking her head. "And I was talking to her today and she told me I can't come to the wedding because she doesn't want me to be alone there. Can you believe that? I mean... it's not my fault that Sammy dumped me to go off to Rhode Island and that no guy wants to sleep with me because I'm not some bubble head bimbo that can't even pass remedial math without a tutor!"

She covered her eyes with her hands, realizing as she said it outloud just how petty and stupid she sounded worrying about such things... but there it was, the sting of being the only girl she knew who hadn't even seen a boy naked in person.
 
As Tabby sat in his chair, Jim couldn't help think about how frail she looked. He caught himself feeling oddly protective of her, not wanting anyone or anything to hurt her. It was obvious that she was upset, and he made up his mind to do whatever it takes to assuage those feelings.

As she started her story, he heard the defensiveness in her voice. Heard the pain and how she felt like she didn't have anyone to open up to. He had felt that way, too. He knew what it was like to feel alone, and like everything had turned on you. But as she shared about the wedding, he couldn't help but feel like she was holding back.

"You know, Tabby, that you can always trust me. I would do whatever you need. It sounds to me like your friend is just stressed- not that it is an excuse for her to be so bitchy towards you." Jim caught himself being defensive for Tabby and switched tactics. "I am sure that you will be able to find someone to go to the wedding. But hell, I am so sure that if you can't find anyone else, I would even take you." He paused for a moment at what he had offered. He meant it. He would take her, even though the last thing he wanted was to be at a wedding.

"But something tells me there is something else bothering you. I've known you for too long to think that missing a social engagement would cause you to feel this upset. What is it?"

As he finished asking, a quiet fell on the room. Jim caught himself looking at Tabby's diminutive body. Her small hands holding the arm of his chair. Her small frame dwarfed by a chair meant for a 6'2" man. Her little legs and tiny feet that barely reached the ground. Quickly he averted his eyes, though. Instead, he picked up her hand in both of his and repeated his question "what is it that is really bugging you?"
 
She chuckled slightly at his offer to attend the wedding with her - she didn't even really want to go... Chuck was only marrying her because she got knocked up and for some stupid reason he was convinced the baby was his. It was questionable, at best. But the way Mari had dug at her for being alone hurt... she'd always kind of had a conflicted relationship with Mari and been called everything from an old maid to a future lezzie to cock repellent... but she'd known her since grade school and didn't really let it get to her anymore. Apparently until it came to the stupid damn wedding that would only serve as an excuse to get drunk underage and hit on guys she didn't have a chance with.

Frustrated, considered his question, drawing her feet up on the chair and resting her head on top of her knees. His large hand holder hers tight was comforting, as it always was. It made it easier to admit the heart of the issue as far as she was concerned. "At risk of sounded like one of the bubble heads..." She sighed; "Boys."

Feeling the gentle squeeze of his hand even more acutely, she elaborated; "Specifically the fact that I repel them... when I do meet a guy that's smart and cute and funny I'm always their friend. I mean... even my *boyfriend* freaked out when we were kissing and I touched his hard on... I mean, that's what you're supposed to do right? He gets hard and you want it... you touch it and let him know that you're interested and ready." She sighed even more loudly, lowering her head and pressing her eyes into her bare knees. "God am I fucking *ready* to just do it and get it over with."

Mari had the opposite problem, it seemed - she spread her legs and boys would come from the next city over to please her.
 
Jim sat back calmly, taking in the new information. He was both honored and surprised that Tabby had shared this with him.

"Oh Tabby, everyone feels this way at your age" Jim caught the cliche on his lips and tried again. "I mean, just because your one friend has a shotgun wedding, doesn't mean you volunteer to be executed" Jesus, he was on a roll with stupid things to say. Finally, he tried to just be honest. "Listen, I know it feels like you are the only one in the world who is not having sex, but to just throw away your virginity because your boyfriend wasn't man enough to handle it and the ease of getting in your friend's panties is legendary in two counties seems a bit foolhardy."

Jim was looking into Tabby's eyes intently. He wasn't sure where this was coming from. It might have been his sensibilities as her de facto uncle, or maybe his friendship with her father. Though, if he had been honest with himself, he just couldn't stand the thought of someone so special opening her legs for the next stoner or jock who walked through the doors just to 'get it over with.' He wanted her to feel like it was something special. Like *she* was something special. That's how a woman should feel her first time.

"Tabby," Jim continued. "You are far more beautiful than you realize. All I am really saying is that someone out there will treat you right and make this a memorable thing. You are a lovely young woman and some man will be lucky to share this with you. Someone who can really teach you..."

Jim's voice trailed off. Suddenly he was acutely aware that he was still holding her hand. How soft her skin was against his. He realized that he was breathing hard and that he had been a little more animated than he should have been. Yet her eyes still held her gaze.
 
"It's not even that." She sighed, giving his broad palm another squeeze. "I know I'm not even going to be nineteen for a few more months... and I'm not that old. It's just that I'm ready... I'm ready now... I mean, I was ready a couple years ago rubbing off to internet porn. There are days when all I can think about is what would happen if the first day at college I walked naked through the boys dorm... maybe then... fucking maybe someone would notice me." She was on a roll, frustrated and beyond flustered.

"I know you think I'm pretty, Uncle Jim... you have to think I'm pretty, you might as well be my real uncle so it's not like you even see me as a woman. But I am a woman, I have needs and some days that need is a pretty big deal." She groaned, once more burying her face in her knees. She felt horrible for even telling him, but she had to tell someone and ranting about it in her blog just felt wrong for totally different reasons.

With another soft groan of resignation, she looked back up at him with a dry laugh; "The only guys that would, I can't even stand. I don't get why boys can't be more like you; smart and funny and actually care about what I have to say and not the fact that I can help them pass their final exams."
 
Jim squeezed her hand back. "Your right. It is a big deal." He tried to reassure her. "It is real, and it is big, and it matters. And of course I think your pretty. But not just because I know what you are like. You are a beautiful young woman. But you do a great job of hiding it. I'm not saying you should walk naked though a dorm or anything, but you could stand to wear something a bit more fitting."

As he said it, Jim started to look at young Tabitha with new eyes. He saw the petite form hidden behind her T-shirt. Her soft eyes, ready to draw in an unsuspecting man. Her pert breasts, standing fim against the baggy material. It was true what he was saying, he saw her as more than just the little girl he had known. He saw her as the woman she was becoming.

"There are gentle, smart men out there your age." Jim began to reassure her. "I mean, they won't be as experienced and confident as a geezer my age..." he tried to joke, but realizing too late that it almost came across as flirty.

He quickly tried to change the subject. "I have an idea." He spat out quickly. "Why don't we close the store for an hour and take you shopping. We can consider it your first day's wages. You'll feel better and I can guarantee that we will have you turning heads by this afternoon. What do you say?"
 
She couldn't help but smile and laugh as he claimed there were really boys at there that didn't have their head up their ass... certainly not any of the guys she'd met. Experienced or no, they just didn't seem to exist when it came to recognizing her as more than 'one of the guys'.

Tabby smiled at the offer, a slight blush coloring her pale cheeks as she looked down again. "You don't have to close for me, Uncle Jim. You don't even have to pay me... you know I'm only here because I want to be." She scoffed mentally at the thought of turning heads, did he mean whoring it up? Because she'd almost hit the point where she was willing to try anything. "I don't even think it's possible in a year of making me into someone I'm not... let alone an hour."

If he really wanted to try, for her sake she was sure, she'd go. She'd try... but she didn't exactly have high hopes... in fact, she was pretty sure she was completely hopeless in the whole stupid thing.
 
"I was going to hire someone to help out anyway." Jim told her. "And you are the perfect person. So let me take you out and we'll get you some nice clothes. If it makes you feel better we can call them 'work clothes' because I need my employees to look sharp."

He took her hand and guided her out the front door. He quickly scribbled a note saying that the shop was closed for lunch and that we would return at one; (He left two hours just in case). Then, offering her his arm, they were off to the mall.

"Now, we are going to find you a skirt or two and a few tops. That is our primary mission. Secondary are some shoes, stockings, and maybe some accessories."

Together they strode into a young, fashionable boutique and he began pulling things off the shelf for her to try on. Black, khaki, white... the saleswoman was very helpful. Jim looked on with a critical eye. He was looking to make sure that the clothes were trendy, yet classy. Appropriate for work, but not so frumpy that she couldn't wear them out in the evening. Once he was satisfied, Jim simply surrendered his credit card, figuring it was worth every dime to see Tabby pampered like this.

"What do you think?" Jim wanted to make sure she was comfortable with everything before he had the woman bag it up and they moved on to the next store.
 
Tabby shrugged and frowned slightly, the selection of clothes almost feeling foreign to her. The tops had been pretty much okay - a little tighter than she liked, hugging against her body, but not bad. Basic colors, soft cotton fabrics that didn't seem like they would stick to her skin. The skirts had been another matter, she'd never been comfortable in them - they made her feel naked, exposed... like anyone could just come along and peek up it. But that was the plan right? To make guys want to notice her... to know that underneath the clothes she was a woman. The older man's praise and sales associate's insistence that she looked lovely were enough to convince her it was okay.

"Not bad." She smiled at him, reaching out to loop her thin arm around his - letting her hand briefly linger against his palm. "Thank you, Uncle Jim."

The second store was terrible, to be honest. Shoes. High heels baffled Tabitha. From a scientific perspective they made sense, lifting certain areas and forcing a woman to take on vulnerable posture and create a biological response in men signaling the need to protect them... but in reality? Dangers. She toddled around on even the lowest heels like a drunken child - eventually giving up and begging him to buy basic black flats and let her keep her comfortable sneakers. She'd seen him also purchase the pumps, and sighed. She'd have to learn to play their game if she wanted to noticed... it was all part of the routine.

Both Tabitha, and she suspected Jim, were fading fast when they walked into the Victoria Secret. The sales women were on them in an instant, separating them first as one older woman pulled her aside and asked her why she was there.

"I... I need a bra fitted." She admitted helplessly, shooting her companion a grim and dazed expression when the woman whipped out a fabric measuring tape and wrapped it around her chest. "Uncle Jim..." She whispered, gesturing for him to come close as things started to get rather uncomfortable under the woman's rough handling.

But before he was allowed back to her side, the clerk had written down a series of numbers indicating her size. "You're lucky." The woman said, "But small. We do have some things in your size, though." Tabitha knew enough about underwear to know that she was a 32B - it wasn't her fault, everyone on her mother's side of the family had been small chested... it was a curse. She handed off the slip of scribbled measurements to Jim and before she knew it was being handed various undergarments from basic lacy bras and panties to something that looked like it stepped right off the pages of Playboy.
 
Jim was amused to see how Tabby handled the different stores. He knew she would thank him later when the boys started giving her the attention that she seemed to want, but he also felt a little bad about going behind her back to get the heels. He just had found them to really make her look good and he was sure that the other boys would agree.

Now, Victoria's Secret was a different story. Sure, he had been here plenty of times before. And he had planned on coming here anyway, knowing that the new skirts would all be for naught if her pantie line showed... but this was more intimate somehow than he originally planned.

When Tabby handed him her sizes, he dutifully went to work trying to outfit her with things that would be a mix of practical yet alluring. He easily found bras in a wide variety... everything from a simple push up (she was, after all somewhat small) to a lacy number that would show her nipples. He also grabbed a wide variety of panties. From the invisible pantie line numbers to several thongs and g-strings. He even went so far as to hand the sales lady a garter belt and thigh highs while Tabitha was in the dressing room trying on the last of the bras.

"OK, my dear. Is there anything else you think you might need before we head back to the store." Jim asked her, his eyes gazing about the store. They caught on a sexy teddy with matching g-string. There wasn't much material there, he thought to himself... his gaze lingering just a bit too long while he was thinking. He didn't know if Tabby was the kind of girl who shaved, but if not, then that piece was out of the question. But catching himself, he snapped his attention back to her, waiting for her answer.
 
The girl whimpered quietly from behind the dressing room curtain at the back of the store, her small breasts cinched tight and feeling like they'd been pushed up around her neck in the process. She was too busy being horrified by the woman telling her that that was the perfect everyday bra for a girl her age to even look at herself in the mirror. "Can I die now?" She groaned, peeking only her head from between the heavy drapes. She didn't notice the lump of various bits of fabric on the counter, but knew that she could trust him to pick out the sort of things that would look good on any girl - hopefully on her. He was smart and he'd probably had a lot of girlfriends over the years and if nothing knew what a man wanted to see. She trusted him completely, but didn't exactly trust the supposed 'bra guru' that had cinched her into the pushup number.

Letting out another helpless whimper she gestured for him to come over and stand in front of her - and then opened the curtain just enough to show down to her navel - she still had her jean shorts on to keep it decent, but it felt weird to open the curtain all the way. "Are my boobs choking me or is it just me?" She asked with a sigh, tugging at the otherwise perfectly fit basic satin finish bra. It was black, not the worn white of her usual undies, and had a padded shelf that the woman said made her look fuller.

"How do they look, please... be honest."
 
Jim stood in front of the dressing room, seeing Tabitha in a whole new light. Gone was the androgynous form of the tomboy and in her place was a sexy young woman.

He could tell she was uncomfortable, but he definitely thought she should buy the bra. "Tabby," he was trying to keep the edge of excitement from creeping into his voice as his eyes took in the newly formed cleavage and flat stomach, "I know I am a bit older than the person you are trying to impress, but any boy would be a fool to pass up a woman as gorgeous as you."

"I have a small assortment of things for you at the counter. If it were up to me, I would have you get that bra, but I understand if that is too much at this point. I will be at the counter when your finished."
 
The reassurance was enough, he knew boys... older or no, if it was going to do the job he'd know better than she would. The praise warms her and she looks down with a slight blush creeping up in her cheeks. Only a little reluctant, she nods and bites her lower lip with a smile. "Okay, if you think it'll work."

She closed the curtain and turned, catching herself in the mirror as she reached for her old bra. She had to admit... it looked good. She looked... bigger, definitely. Not quite as big as Mari (even before she got knocked up) but full... and well, nice. Clearly, Jim had good taste when it came to dressing up. And she didn't feel whorey either... she felt kinda sexy. Womanly.

Convinced, she pulled off the tag and yanked her t-shirt on over the new fit bra. She almost gasped at the difference, from every angle she had curves she'd never had before. Oh yes, a keeper. She wadded the old one and shoved into a lump in her pocket and replaced her cap, walking out with a wide grin.

The salesladies grinned with her, complimenting the new shapely look as they eyed Jim cautiously - scanning in the risque purchases and bagging them before anyone else could see anything possibly shifty about the display. "Thank you, Jim." She was all smiles when she took his arm again, too many bags from multiple stores in hand. Accessories would be easy enough on her own, she had enough money to pick up some cheapies and that was all Mari ever wore anyway.

"We should get back to the store and maybe I can try on a whole set at once." The simple thrill of confidence in her figure made it seem like she really could do it... she could look like a woman of her age should.
 
As she came out of the changing room, Jim noticed a difference in Tabitha. It took a moment to realize that she had kept the bra on, so she was curvier. But it was more than that. She stood taller somehow. Looked more confident. Even in that oversized ratty shirt, she looked more like a woman.

They quickly rang up the last of the purchases and got out of there, struggling to juggle all the bags, Jim laughed at how light he felt, walking next to Tabby. Her holding his arm. He felt like he had made a difference to her today. Somehow helped her. He was also looking forward to seeing her all dressed up. Something that had never happened. Even at her graduation the best they could do was to get her to take off the baseball cap and put on guys button up.

As they strode across the square towards the bookstore, Jim put his arm around Tabby's shoulders. "I can already see the boys starting to look. That friend of yours, what's her name, Mari? She's going to be jealous when she sees that you not only outclass her, but you are getting all the attention at her wedding."

They reached the door to the bookstore. It was 12:15, so they were early, so to speak. He left the lights off as they entered, just so they could relax for a few minutes before inviting customers in. Jim walked over to the counter again, taking off his coat. "Why don't you go back to the office where you can change. I want you to look sharp when the customers start pouring in."
 
The wedding had completely slipped her mind in the course of the last few hours, thinking only about the payoff and not the tease that had started the ball rolling. Fuck Mari and wedding... things were going to change for the better. Everything was going to be okay.

She had been hesitant at first and then nodded. "Okay... I think I know the thing." The bags had been left in his car to drop off at her apartment once they had closed up shop for the day, so she dug in the back to find what she was looking for. A black lightweight cotton tank top that fitted against her body and a fluttery, white gauzy skirt that went down to her knees. Curious about the new underwear, she plucked out one of the two fancy bags (that was mostly single panties and various types of bras) and took them with her to his office.

With the door closed behind her, she stripped off her comfortable clothes - setting aside her outfit while she dumped out the array of underwear onto the big desk. She'd never worn fancy panties before; they always seemed so uncomfortable... but they were really pretty. The silk ones, she liked best - they were soft under her fingers and cool to the touch. The first pair were white, like her bra, and when she slipped them on they felt awkwardly cut. The legs were much higher than her cotton briefs, the waistband almost too low. The thong in the back split her ass down the middle and left little to the imagination in front with this wisps of her soft blonde pubic hair clearly visible on each side. "This is sexy." She told herself. "The ladies at the store said so and Uncle Jim thought so too... it must be."

Still a little uncomfortable, she took off her hat and combed her fingers through her short white-blonde hair before pulling on the tank top and skirt. She looked like she belonged on campus at college - like most of the other girls in their late summer-early spring comfort. It felt awkward, a little strange. Still barefoot, she opened the door and called her friend in to give the final verdict. "Uncle Jim, what do you think?"

She waited for him to come in and turned a full circle, standing up on an empty crate so he had a good look at her bare shoulders the slight mid-drift above her low cut skirt. "And..." She laughed softly, lifting the back of her skirt to show the white satin thong he'd picked out, and then somewhat more reluctantly lifted the front... after all, she'd hoped at least one guy would see it and like it. "What do you think? Sexy?"
 
Jim heard her call and put down the book he was reading. As he set the book down on the counter, he noticed the monitor for the closed circuit television system. It rotated between four cameras, one at the cash register, two throughout the store in hard-to-see places and one in the office. Tabby was standing there, waiting for him. He made a note to himself to be sure to wipe the tape later so that she wasn't embarrassed and he headed back to the room.

The truth was, she looked really good and he told her so. He was impressed with how bravely she wore the unfamiliar clothes. But she also seemed to really like it. Not the tight fitting part, but knowing that she looked good.

As she twirled around, Jim caught a glance of her midriff. He noticed how the skirt accentuated her hips and hung nicely on your firm buttocks. The bra under the soft T was also doing it's job. Tabitha was now 100% woman. Well done, he congratulated himself on his ability to pick out clothes that were so flattering.

"And..."

She asked, lifting her skirt to reveal the new thong underneath. Jim was thankful that she was turned away from him at that moment. He inhaled quickly, mesmerized at the sight of the soft material splitting her toned cheeks. She was causing a serious stir, this one.

"What do you think? Sexy?"

This question came as she spun to show him the front of the panties. Jim took in the new look. His eyes fixated on the lacy loveliness she was showing him. Jim let go of Tabby's hand- his fingers running down the skirt material and brushing across the front of the lace. His fingers lingered on her thigh. It was then he noticed the little wisps of hair sticking out of the sides of the panties and smiled to himself. "I'll have to teach her about shaving later" he thought.

"Tabby, love, you look amazing. You are going to have no problem catching the boys now. As a matter of fact, I predict a 20% increase in our male readers now that I have such a beautiful woman working here. And with a little more coaching me, you are bound to make someone a happy, happy man. No question will go unanswered. No detail unnoticed. Now, why don't you turn around again and let me look at these underwear one more time from the back."
 
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She laughed slightly, turning her back to him again and hiking up the skirt with both hands. "Do they fit okay? I was kind of worried... They seem too small." She shifted her thighs, the gradually warming satin shifting against her mound pleasantly.

"That's what men like, right? A little bit of ass?" She cast a quick glance over her shoulder and smiled at Jim; "I mean, once I actually manage to find a nice guy that I'm cool with losing it to." She wiggled, shifting the satin yet again.

She was torn, as much as she wanted a nice, smart, sexy guy that cared about her and treated her well - she really, really wanted get the whole first time thing over with and maybe get something between her legs that wasn't her own hand. She hadn't even mustered the courage to go online and research vibrators to maybe find something that'd do the job.
 
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