Hi! This is a little trans germany thing, I might add to it but I need some ideas!
Monika frowned as she looked through the wide array of bras, unable to pick anything out. She had no idea what to pick, she knew the size of her chest but she didn't have real breasts, how was she to know what cup size to pick? She'd looked it up online but it was so different seeing it laid out like this.
She felt herself tense up as one of the staff approached her. She'd hoped not to have to talk to anyone.
She forced a smile as the young woman began to talk.
"Excuse me, can I help you? You look a bit lost."
Monika bit the inside of her lip, very aware that the woman had not called her sir or madam, meaning she didn't know what she was. Monika knew that with the horrible deep voice she was about to spew the woman would lose all notion that Monika was actually a woman.
"I'm just a little confused," she said quietly, "I don't know what size to pick."
The woman nodded, "Oh well I can help with that. Uh," she looked Monika up and down, "Who are you buying for?"
Monika looked down at her feet, "Myself," she said, almost whispering. She didn't usually get this worried, but she'd heard stories of trans women being asked to leave lingerie shops because the staff had thought they were perverts.
She didn't want that to happen.
"Oh," the woman said, taken aback, she frowned visibly, Monika's heart leaping into her throat.
"I'll have to go and get my manager, I'll just be a moment, sorry."
Monika watched as the lady hurried off, feeling a panic rise inside her, she didn't want to get into trouble. Maybe she should leave before they came back?
She pursed her lips, looking at the door, cursing her own indecisiveness.
She forced herself to stay calm as the woman returned, a man on her heels.
The man stared at her for a moment before speaking, a beautiful sing song Italian accent coming from his lips, "Ciao bella, I'm Feliciano Vargas," he began, smiling at Monika's obvious discomfort, hoping it would calm her, "I've been told you are confused about what to buy?"
Monika grit her teeth and nodded, finding herself unable to speak.
"I'm sure I can find you something to wear that's just as beautiful as you. I will help you pick something out."
Monika stared at him, her mouth hanging open slightly. Had he really just called her beautiful?
The man raised his hand, gesturing for her to follow him. He looked her up and down, "Are you ok?" he asked sweetly, "You look nervous. Don't worry, I promise you'll find something perfect."
Monika nodded, all of her fear had suddenly gone, and she felt almost happy.
"First you need to have breast forms, don't worry, we sell them here, we have women come in sometimes who have had breast cancer, so I always keep some in stock. Have a look around while I get you some."
Monika nodded again as the man sped off into the back room, she could do nothing but stare after him. She'd never met anyone who accepted her so easily, she'd not even had to correct him. This felt so surreal, so perfect.
The man returned a moment later, holding a couple of pink squishy looking bags which Monika instantly recognised as the fake breasts that she'd been recommended to get.
"Here you go," Feliciano said as he handed them to her, "They're quite cheap don't worry, I can give you a discount," he winked, letting out a small chuckle. He watched her feel the silicon packs, smiling at her. "Those are for B cup bras. Now, do you know your chest size? What else would you like help with?"
Monika shook her head, still too nervous to speak.
He smiled, "You know where to find everything?"
Monika cleared her throat, the realisation creeping on her that she needed to speak or she'd seem… weird.
"Yes," she said, trying to correct her voice, "I'm fine, thank you, I don't need anything else."
The man nodded, clasping his hands together and smiling widely. "Ok, if you're sure, Miss. If you need any more help just come and find me."
Monika nodded. He'd called her miss, without even being prompted.
"It's Monika," she found herself saying, her voice slipping slightly, she cleared her throat, repeating herself in a slightly higher tone, "My name's Monika…"
Feliciano smiled, looking up at her, "It's nice to meet you Monika. I mean it, if you need anything I'd love to help."
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