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Medici gets a dreamy look on his face. "I take it you’ll allow me to help you pick out the skirt as I’m paying for it."
"Nah." No reason to deny it. "This is my body. My choice."
The associate flashes me a thumbs up. "You go, girl."
"Thanks, sis," I say.
Medici stomps his giant foot. "Unbelievable."
"Chill, Daddy," I drawl, blowing him a kiss. "You can rate it when I come out of the changing room. That is—if you calm down."
I love that I’m in a place of acceptance where I can call MediciDaddywithout anyone judging me. It makes me happy.
The associate guides me toward the skirts. "Tell me what you’re searching for."
"I want something that saysI’m new at this but I was born a freak so I know what I’m doing."
"I love it," the associate drawls.
Someone pokes their head out of a changing stall. "Oh, hey girl. I knew I heard your voice."
I tick my head up—and lay eyes on Giosuè. "I’ll be damned."
Giosuè's cheeks flush pink as he hides behind the stall door. "I didn’t realize anyone else would be here."
I bring my index finger to my lips. "Your older brother is in the store. Keep your voice down if you don't want him to know you’re hiding."
The associate turns to me. "Would you two like to shop together? You’re both picking out skirts. You might enjoy it."
Giosuè scowls at the associate. "You’re not supposed to say that."
My jaw drops as I stare at Giosuè. Holyshit—he’s also beginning to explore his feminine side.
Happiness bubbles up within me as I rush toward him. "Are you a new initiate?"
Giosuè bites his lower lip. "I’m questioning my gender identity, girl. I haven’t told anyone—not even Dino."
"Holy shit!"
"I don't want my fam jam to know until I’m certain," Giosuè admits. "I’d feel like an idiot if I came out and saidI feel nonbinarybut then changed my mind the next day."
O.M.G.
"Girl," I say with a laugh, "let’s not worry about labels. Why don't we do some shopping, pick out some cute shit, and have fun?"
Giosuè invites me into his changing stall. "I grabbed these because they had sparkles. I love them."
He runs his hands over the purple panties he's wearing. I blow out a breath as I take in the way they hug his slender, petite hips, caress his bulge, and lastly, show off the outline of his soft dick.
"You have good taste," I drawl.
He grits his teeth. "I’m afraid they make my ass look fat."
"Ain’t nothing wrong with that. More cushion for the pushin’."
Giosuè spins around to show me his behind. "Could you adjust them? They’re riding up my crack."
I yank the panties up—effectively turning them into a thong. "Tell me how they feel."
