Chapter Two: The First
HOW I WAS DREADING THE FIRST ONE. JOHN MILLER TOLD ME TO CHILL AND FOR a while I did feeling nothing big could happen from a simple text everyday. When Ted heard he called Dexter a lunatic and I didn't object. Every time Dexter's phone buzzed he jumped out of his seat to check for any new texts from this new horoscope scam.
The first one came a little after lunch.
"Remy!" Dexter called me from the bathroom. "Do you have a skirt I could borrow?"
I was terrified.
"No." I called through the door.
"Yeah, you do." Paul caught my lie. "You wore one yesterday."
"It wouldn't fit him." I countered. I crossed my arms and Paul left smirking.
Dexter sighed and came out of the restroom. "I guess I have to buy one then." He buttoned his pants and headed outside. I followed behind.
"You know you don't have to do whatever these say? They aren't real."
He gasped in horror shock. "They are! Want to hear the one I got today?" He pulled his phone out and quoted his message before I could object. "'Sex discrimination is so old. Go out there (in a skirt) and show the world we're all equal.' It talks about real issues."
"Dexter, do you know what sex discrimination is?"
"It's a real issue and I'm going to help the world and bring it to knowledge."
"In a skirt."
He sighed. "That's the only way, but have faith! The stars know the best."
I really couldn't believe what he was going to do. John Miller told me if we let him suffer the embarrassment and consequences the faster he'd stop listening to the messages. I drove him to the mall and we went skirt shopping, the last thing I ever expected to do with my boyfriend.
He picked the first and cheapest one he saw and went straight for the cashier. I was hesitant asking, but if he didn't we'd have to come back again. "…Shouldn't you try it on?"
He looked nervous, took a big gulp, and went in search for a fitting room. "Um, Remy should I try this on in these fitting rooms or go back to the men's department?" He stood in the doorway of the fitting room of the women's department. There was no of men or women.
Women poured out of the doorway and we moved aside. "Men's probably."
We walked to the other side of the store. "If anyone asks, this is your skirt I'm holding for you." He whispered.
I took this chance to try to convince him out of the skirt. "No. It's your horoscope. If I did, it'd probably mess up the 'stars' or something." Just like I couldn't understand how this man could down a tub of mayo is one sitting and not stand an English muffin, I was perplexed how he would willingly wear a skirt, but feel ashamed just carrying one.
He went in and I waited outside. He came out carrying it in one hand. I took it and hooked it back to its hanger. "It fits."
I grimaced at the skirt. It was already embarrassing he was going to wear a skirt, but was he conscious of the color or length? "Dexter, you could get a longer skirt and maybe a different color."
"Oh." He finally looked at what he was holding and reality hit him. Hard. But not hard enough.
I went ahead and checked the size of the current skirt I was holding and searched through racks. I picked out a black ankle length skirt. "Thanks honey." He gave me a slobbery kiss on the cheek and we checked out.
When we left the store we stopped at the first public restroom we found. Dexter became more nervous of the situation but was determined to follow the God forsaken 'stars'. Dexter came out, tall and lean and in a skirt.
"Remy, is it supposed to fell this breezy?"
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