Hello again, it's me! I've created another Transsexual Hammond Story because I love him and because I have no life and have lots of time on my hands. Any way, get ready for my disclaimer claiming that I don't own any of the characters in this story (but I'd like to) and that I am only borrowing them, giving them back to whichever lucky person who does own them when ever they want me to give them back. AGAIN, I don't really want Transsexual Hammond or just plain General Hammond (THAT'S GROSS) and that my stories are just a joke but you never know, deep down maybe I really do love him, and maybe I just haven't come to terms with it yet. Please review and thanks for reading ma story.
"Can we have a size 20, pink velvet dress brought to Change Room 10 please, that's a size 20, velvet…."
"I BEG YOUR PARDON!" The staff member who was seeing to Transsexual Hammond in the change room was interrupted by him as he broke out exclaiming that he was not a size 20.
"Young lady" he proclaimed, "I am not a size 20, I am a proud 16!" The staff member who was 49 years old herself looked at this transsexual in disbelief. If this overweight man could fit inside a size 16 in anything, the material would be made out of steel and his insides would be crushed in the process of trying to put it on. She looked down at his shoes: a petite pair of stilettos with fat toes hanging over the edge of them. One of the straps had already broken and the other one looked as though the strap had been sewn back on, more than once. She looked up at him one last time and asked him politely, "Are you sure, not even an 18?" The look on Hammond's face was furious. He had the sharpest daggers in his eyes and they were pointed directly at the assistant. He stormed past her and grabbed the P.A. system and announced, "Could I please have a size 16, pink velvet dress brought to Change Room 10!"
After many death stares, another staff member walked into the dressing room holding a pink velvet dress. He glanced at the General then looked at the staff assistant next to him and said, "Where is the lady this size 16 dress is for?" Hammond cheeks grew hot and began to blotch as he gruffed, "I am here!" He snatched the dress out of the staff member's hands and stormed off into the changing room. From the dressing room Hammond could hear the staff assistants whispering and laughing. He looked into the multiplied mirrors that reflected his overweight body and watched the mascara filled tear drop down his cheek. He flung the dress over his head, and yanked! Hard! Down! The waist of the dress wouldn't pull over his chest so he tried again, this time the dress pulling a little more over his chest so that the upper half of it was over his head. The dress was so tight the General couldn't breath. He tried to pull it off but he couldn't, it was stuck to him. He fumbled around the changing room not seeing where he was going because of the dress over his head. He stumbled over towards the door and fell through it, breaking it off its hinges. He got up and the dress ripped. He stood up and looked around as if to say, "Well of course I meant that" and ran, (or rather wobbled) out of the change rooms to a nearby clothing department to hide in nothing but his frilly knickers and his tassly bra. The General looked around him and was in heaven. He had ran into the women's department were he was surrounded by clothes that looked as though he might have a chance to squeeze into. He took the nearest shirt and skirt and put with ease. A broad grin crept along his face and he walked towards the checkout area. He pulled the tags of his new clothes and threw them to the lady along with a $100 note. He told her to keep the change and walked off out into the shopping plaza with two large "Maternity Wear" stickers upon the back of his new shirt and skirt.
