Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1714

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1714
by Angharad

Copyright © 2012 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I think I might have actually met a woman who didn’t like shopping, mind you it would be worth doing a chromosome test on them. Having said that, food shopping is boring, or can be, too much like the hunter gatherer bit; whereas shopping for clothes or books or most of all–shoes–is fun. I suspect I probably have the shopping gene, which is probably sexed linked.

We set off down the drive and I edged out into traffic, Sam sat with her eyes wide open in an expression of pure terror. “Relax, my driving’s not that bad, is it?” In which case you should see my putting.

“I’ll never be able to do this, I’ll die, I just know it.”

“Rubbish–but if you do, we could have the first ever suspect case of shopping allergy.” I was trying to keep it light and dismally failing.

“Shopping allergy?” she looked at me and began to chortle, “That is so dumb.”

“Huh,” I huffed, “Dumb eh? At least I’m not afraid to buy the clothes I wear.”

“I buy mine, too.”

“How often?”

“When I need them.”

“So two pairs of knickers and two pairs of jeans, three or four tee shirts and a pair of trainers–right?”

“Something like that.”

“That was when you were living as a boy. You’re out as a girl now–so just think about all those delicious things you wanted to wear and couldn’t–now you can, not only that, but you might find that someone else is happy to pay for some of them.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Why not, if it gives me pleasure?”

“I don’t understand.”

“One of the joys of being a parent is spoiling those I look after. For the moment you’re included in that group.”

“But it’s not right.”

“Why not?”

“You’re not responsible for me.”

“I’m your female coach–right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I’m responsible for you.”

“No you’re not, you’re my guide and mentor.”

“And temporary fashion consultant. Right now, sit still and shut up. We’re going to Asda because they have some reasonable clothes at reasonable prices–this doesn’t mean you don’t deserve better, but it gets you a basic wardrobe which you can dump a year or two down the line when you know what your style is and can buy better quality. Okay?”

“I understand the reasoning.”

“Good.”

“I don’t necessarily agree.”

“Tough. How many pairs of panties have you got?”

“Not sure, half a dozen probably.”

“Okay, here we are. Grab a trolley–don’t forget your bag and don’t leave it where it can be stolen.”

“Yes, Mummy,” she said sarcastically, I just glowered back which made her smirk.

“Just you remember I’m the only thing that’s stopping you getting arrested.”

“Why, we’re not breaking the law–are we?”

“No, but without me here you’d spend the whole time looking suspicious.”

She thought for a moment–“Oh, I see what you mean.”

“Just push the trolley but don’t let go of your bag.”

We started off with me pulling out a tape measure and measuring her, she was about a size 10 in UK sizing, which for someone with a male body is quite skinny. I’m a twelve occasionally fourteen. Don’t ask me what that is US sizing, Americans are weird when it comes to measuring things–just look at a billion.

We looked at panties and I chucked two packets of five into the trolley, then three bras–thirty two A. Three tops two skirts and a pair of trousers followed. We got some jeans and some shorts. On the way to the changing rooms, I put another skirt and a jacket into the trolley and grabbed another top as we walked past.

You’re only allowed so many things in the cubicle at once, so we had to do it in relays. Sam stayed in the cubicle while I took things through and either put them in the trolley or handed them to the girl to be placed back on the racks.

We got about half of the things we tried, then it was time to try some shoes: a pair of black flats, a pair of sandals with a low wedge heel, a pair of court shoes with a two inch heel and a pair of slippers. She looked longingly at a pair of shoes with sky scraper heels.

“Go on then, try them,” I dared.

“I’ll never walk in them.”

“Not without practice you won’t. Look.” I grabbed some in my size slipped them on and walked up and down.

“You make it look so easy.”

“I’ve had some practice–but I’ll tell you this for nowt, if you wear them any length of time, you’ll have sore toes and feet.”

“P’raps I’ll leave them for now.”

“Try them,” I insisted and she walked with difficulty, but after a few steps she wasn’t doing too badly. They went with the other stuff.

Then we got a cheap watch and some earrings–she already had pierced ears, which boys can do these days. We got a weatherproof jacket and an umbrella and she liked a handbag so I got it for her from the girls.

We bought some smellies including some eau de toilette, some shampoo and antiperspirant. Makeup would have to wait, as we had to hurry to pay for it all and then off to collect the girls.

“I’ll pay you back, Cathy, I honestly will.”

“With what?”

“When I graduate I’ll get a job.”

“What year are you in?”

“Year one.”

“And how long is your degree?”

“Um–four years if I do the masters.”

“D’you realise how many clothes you’ll need in four years?”

“Um–not really.”

“We’ve got about enough to last you for a week if you were away on holiday. Damn we didn’t get any tights.”

“Oh–I thought this was just to get me through my first couple of months in transition?”

“Sammi, you’re going to need three or four times that to get through a month, let alone a whole term. Those things however, will need to be better quality, you’ll need a couple of smart casual things in case some boy wants to take you out for a date.”

She nearly died–“I can’t go out on a date,” she almost squealed.

“Okay, we’ll save on the nun’s habit or your free time wear.”

She stood by the car as we loaded all her stuff into the boot. I’d spent over three hundred pounds and this was the second or third time I’d done this, however, I had a better feeling that this was the right thing to do than I ever did with Caroline.

“I can’t believe someone has just spent all that money on me.”

I pinched her on the arm. “Ouch.”

“You’re not dreaming, the nightmare has begun–c’mon, get in the car, we have to collect three monkeys. We were early approaching the school, so I stopped at a corner shop and bought three pairs of tights.

“How can you afford to spend like that on a relative stranger?”

“I have a good feeling about you.”

“You hardly know me.”

“I can get any sort of check run on you I wish–my husband is a very wealthy and powerful man. I’m financially reasonably off, so I can afford to indulge my whimsy if I wish–that it benefits you is a useful side effect.”

She sat totally shell shocked. When the girls came back I asked them if they minded if we went to John Lewis to get Sam some makeup, they were very happy to come along–the shopping gene strikes again.

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