"Muh-my fantasy?" Reece stuttered, not entirely sure how to answer this question, gazing up in disbelief at a selection of very sexy and very adult orientated, female Halloween costumes hanging from the wall, having only ever seen such outfits in comics or in movies (or occasionally at night during one of his porno surfing sessions) before.
"Yes, your fantasy," Babbingtree once again repeated, spelling it out for the poor boy, "What kind of thing gets your motor running, etc."
"I uh...I dunno."
"Reece, please. Don't give me that. I know you might like to come across as the shy and retiring type who has the utmost respect for girls, Vicky especially, but believe you me when I say, I really have heard it all before. I may be an old codger but I know what young guys like yourself are into; all big boobs and skimpy outfits, loose morals and a total lack of inhibitions when it comes to sex, and I know that deep down you're just the same." Though he didn't like to admit it, for fear of being labeled a pervert or something, Babbingtree was right, these were exactly the kind of things Reece did fantasize about a lot; what with being a 17 year old virgin with a very active imagination and a lot of time spent alone in front of his computer. "Now c'mon, there's no need to be embarrassed, tell old Babbingtree who your fantasy women is," he continued, flashing Reece a warm and trusting smile, "who you'd really like Vicky to be given half the chance."
Having won him over again, the old man's words being almost hypnotic in their delivery, Reece found himself once again revealing things he'd never revealed to any other living being, grinning and blushing a little as he did. "Well I guess I do have this one kind of dream girl in my head. Her name is Shawna, she's a cheerleader who goes to the same school as me and Vicky, and she's like super hot with huge big boobies and the most incredible ass ever," he said, becoming rather animated in his description as he pictured the girl in question, "The way it jiggles around under that tight little skirt of hers is...is unbelievable!" Giggling a little at his own enthusiasm, and becoming slightly embarrassed again, he then added a little more calmly, "That is, I mean...I guess sometimes I kinda wish that Vicky could look like that..."
"I don't blame you, this girl sounds like a real firecracker!" Babbingtree happily replied, giving Reece a hard slap on the back, before moving towards one of the many costume racks in front of them, "And luckily for you I think I have just the costume in here somewhere. Sounds to me like you want the 'Busty Cheerleader'."
"'Busty Cheerleader'?...they actually make that costume?"
"They make pretty much every costume, my boy. And when I say 'they', I actually mean 'me'," the old man giggled as he continued rifling through various plastic covered outfits, before pulling one out and showing it to his young customer. "Now here we go, one 'Busty Cheerleader'....Is this the kind of thing you were meaning?"
Looking at the outfit in Babbingtree's hand; a very tight, very revealing looking green and yellow v neck, crop top with the word 'Cheer' printed across the front in bold white lettering, complete with matching pleated skirt, white knee length socks, white sneakers and a pair of yellow pom poms, it was everything Reece had imagined and more, being perhaps a different color to his schools, but far, far skimpier and more revealing. "Wow, yeah!" Reece grinned, a little blown away by the outfit, though at the same time realizing that as hot as it looked it still wouldn't quite be the same as in his fantasies, his girlfriend having rather a skinny, flat chested physique, much different from Shawna's, "I'm just not sure how Vicky will look in it though, she's not exactly the curvy type."
"Don't worry about that, it's got it's own built in curves," Babbingtree informed him, though this not really making a whole lot of sense to Reece (it looking pretty much like any ordinary cheerleading outfit with no sign of padding at all), "Once she puts this little baby on, she'll look like an entirely different person...and feel like one too."
"What do you mean?" the teenager inquired, this added little tidbit of information leaving him doubly confused.
"Well 'Busty Cheerleader' is also 'Horny Cheerleader'..." the store owner teased, shooting Reece a little wink as he began to chuckle, "or haven't you seen any of those stupid teen flicks?"
Realizing that he was just joking, Reece half-sort -of-laughed, "Ha! Oh yeah...right," though at the same time still partly wondering if that was really all that the old man had meant, there certainly being more going on inside this strange store with all these amazing costumes than met the eye.
Breaking him from this thought, Babbingtree then asked, "So do you want it or not?", heading back towards the counter as he did with the costume still in tow, as if he'd already made the decision for him. Even with the rather persuasive owner pushing him, deep down Reece really did want to buy it himself, still having the odd underlying sense of doubt over whether Vicky would like it or not, but that being mainly pushed to the side now by the rather arousing thought of actually seeing her in it. Vicky was a cute girl certainly, but she was no Shawna; her taste in clothes being mostly thick sweaters and hoodies that covered her thin frame, as well as baggy jeans and long skirts that completely obscured her legs. Seeing her dressed in something like this would certainly be an eye opener, especially if it did indeed have padding inside as Babbingtree had alluded to (even pretend big boobs on his girlfriend being a heck of a lot better than practically no boobs at all).
"Yeah, I guess I'll take it," Reece said, following the old man to the counter, "I just hope she likes as much as I do."
"Trust me, Reece, she will," Babbingtree smiled, sounding rather certain about that as he placed the costume onto the counter and pressed a few buttons on his rather old fashioned looking till. "Now here you go, that'll be $9.99, a special discount price just for you."
"Wow, thanks," Reece smiled, not believing his luck as he reached for his wallet, having expected it to be much more expensive that that. That was when it suddenly occurred to him, noticing the rather petite size of the outfit, "Uh, wait. Is this the right size? Will it fit Vicky?" (his girlfriend being thin sure, but clothes were still clothes, and not every size fits everybody).
"One size fits all," came Babbingtree's almost instantaneous reply, as if predicting the question.
This answer unfortunately didn't quite add up to Reece, there clearly being a pair of white sneakers with the costume, and even if the rest of it was super stretchy, they certainly couldn't be, and scratching at his head, he asked, "Oh, how...how does that work?"
"Magic!," Babbingtree smiled, his eyes almost lighting up as he said it. The next thing Reece knew, the old man then plucked a ten dollar note from his wallet and quickly carried out the rest of the transaction himself, bagging up the cheerleader outfit and placing his receipt and his penny change into the bag with it, before sending him on his way, instructing him to have fun, as well as a "Halloween he wouldn't soon forget". And that was that, Reece once again found himself standing outside in the street, this time with a bag in hand and a strange feeling like he'd just been manipulated like some sort of puppet on a string, Babbingtree being one hell of a good salesman, as well as, clearly, a whole lot more than he seemed.
Shrugging this feeling off however, being fairly happy with his purchase as well as rather excited to see Vicky actually wearing it come Halloween night, Reece, gave the strange old costume store one last glance, before heading on his way, the next stop on his journey being home.
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