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crowds, because unless you could shield properly your head exploded like a jack hammer was insanely attacking, and you felt like a moody bitch the entire time. When I was younger, I’d cry if I ever left my room. I was one of the lucky ones who could shield unconsciously every now and then before they hit their teens. A crowd this large though still made me want to vomit, especially without any distractions.
    Inside it was nearly empty. Thank the gods and goddesses, which was odd considering that night was when they got most of their business. I went to the store I normally shopped at; Dark Beauties Attire. The private owner usually had great deals. I began the search for a suitable outfit. I hadn’t been here in months and things had drastically changed apparently, keeping up with current fashion trends.
    The owner swooped in on me immediately, like a carrion bird after its prey, okay bad analogy. Usually it was crowded just enough that he couldn’t tend to every customer, just bad timing on my part.
    “ Hey sexiness, can I help you?” I nearly laughed but managed to catch myself just in time. I mean I’m not judgmental, racist, or biased at all but, well, if you'd seen him. You'd be hysterical. Kind of what I pictured about southern gays by the border.
    “ Not really, just checking out what’s new.” I sensed confidence and an eagerness to truly help. Most shop owners were greedy bastards.
    “ Let me guess? No… no… Aha, leather and yes knee-high boots?" His voice was nasally and sort of high pitched.
    “ Sure,” it was eerie how he knew me. The man was about as flamboyant as they come, that much was instantly obvious, but he could have been a little off in the head. I didn’t get psycho feelings though. More like been to way too many rave parties and taken the candy too many times, but he seemed like a genuinely nice guy, so I felt comfortable with him. Hell, I could probably get naked in front of this man, hee hee.
    “ Relax, I’ve worked here for a while sister, before that I worked with the professionals. They get really bitchy and demanding so I thought, why not owns my own store right? Then I could work with the nobodies. No offense or anything,” he said gazing longingly, his t‘s sounding a lot like d‘s. I’m a busty girl for my small frame, and I was going to accentuate my best features.
    “ None taken,” I smiled and took the outfits he had just hunted down, and followed him to the dressing room.
    They fit almost perfectly. Very comfortable, and the Lycra made them just the right amount of stretchy so when I moved they moved with me. I liked all three so well I bought them all, along with some matching jewelry. They were all on sale so I splurged. Who wouldn’t really?
    The jewelry was black and silver bangle bracelets, and a very chic necklace shaped like an angel’s wings.
    One outfit was regular black leather but had different chains as belts. The corset a leather type piece with crisscrossed ties up the chest and the boots were knee high with large silver buckles around the ankles like miniature studded waist belts and chunky heels. The other two outfits were purple and black, a little leather, all with Lycra spandex to give me that poured into look. They showed a daring amount of cleavage, but when you’re blessed like me who wouldn’t want to show off these girls. Exactly what I was looking for, but I didn’t know it. They were dressy, not too risqué, and black nothing but black.
    “ Thanks for your suggestion. I think you not only captured my style, but the pricing is perfect.”
    “ I take it, you like all three? I rarely find an unsatisfied customer, but most women are just so demanding and picky, thinking they need undivided personal attention for over half a day.” He replied grinning insanely, pleased that I went with his suggestions. Each outfit was over three hundred, but they were not cheaply made. The thousand I just handed over made him one happy camper.
    “ Yeah