Page 68 of Stalked By Shadows

I took pictures from the side and front, so he could see that it didn’t hang off my butt or slouch on my waist. They were comfortable when I bent or moved.

As long as you have some color on top, they look good.Micah sent back.I can add some designs to the pockets. I have an embroidery machine.

Designs? I thought about that.You mean like flowers or something?How gay did he think I was?

Was thinking dragons or anime characters.

Okay, that was a cool idea. I tried on the rest of the pairs and added the batch to my must-have pile. The T-shirt rack was easier to sort through as I looked for solids in the size I’d picked from Micah’s shop. Though I did aim for more color than I normally would have gravitated toward.

Someone had left a sequined dress on the shirt rack. It was pink, with sequin that turned silver when rubbed in the other direction. I picked it up, thinking funny things about something this slinky. I knew nothing about women’s sizes but it looked like it might fit, so I brought it to the changing room to try it on for shits and giggles.

The inside of the dress was scratchy and I had to tug to get it into place, then smoothed the sequins down to pink. I took a picture and sent it to Micah.

What do you think? Should I become a drag queen?

You’re fabulous.He responded.But pink isn’t really your color.

Rude.I wrote back, then wiggled out of the dress and back into my regular clothes. I found another rack with dresses on it and tried on a yellow sundress.How about this one? Not a kilt but I like the breeze on my balls.

I received the laughing emoji back with a:No yellow either.

“He’s so picky,” I said to no one in particular.

My phone buzzed and there was a picture this time, of a skirt, black with rainbow colored scales between the pleats. I think those were pleats. It took a minute to figure out that I was looking at a kilt. Had Micah made that for me?

That’s amazing,I sent to him.

Another picture appeared. This one a selfie of Micah, standing in front of a mirror, in what I thought was his closet, dressed in a Wonder Woman type outfit. Instead of a skirt he wore super tight hot pants that outlined everything, while showing nothing. The pants were a mix of golds, blues, and reds, made to look feminine, sexy, but leaving a lot to the imagination. Was his ass always that tight or had the fabric added shape?

Wow!I wrote back, adding the matching emoji, giant heart eyes bulging.

Another picture, this one a very suggestive pose hinting at naughty things as he bent forward and glanced back to take the picture, like pinups of old. My cock hardened and my stomach did a somersault of need.

Started it a couple months ago. Finished it today.

Was this the sort of thing he’d done before he started porn? Outfits and photos that were on the edge of sexy? Fuck.

I’m giving you the happy high five.I wrote him.

He sent the laughing emoji.

Seriously though, you look amazing.And happy, I thought, studying his expression. Sure, in the second one he was posing with a wink and an exaggerated purse of his lips, but the first one looked like he had a little smile on his lips.Do you have more like this? Stuff for you that you haven’t finished?

Sure,he wrote back.I get stuck sometimes. Couldn’t figure out how to finish off this one until I was working on your kilt this morning…

Hot damn your ass is fine in gold lamè.

He sent back a blushing emoji.

If sewing for me inspired him, I’d have to make sure he had more to keep him busy. I found a section in the back that had fabrics piled up, a mess of stuff really, but a few fun and vintage prints.

“Do you want a shopping bag?” A female voice startled me since I’d been so intent on the fabric. I glanced her way, surprised that it was a different woman than before. This one was younger and blond, dressed in jeans and a flowery top. She motioned to the pile of clothing tucked under my arm. She held out a mesh bag for me.

“Thanks,” I said, putting the stuff in the bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Need help finding anything?”

“Oh, no, thank you. Your other employee already pointed me in the right direction,” I assured her and went back to digging through the fabrics. She appeared confused for a minute before walking back to the counter.