“You look lovely as I said. Now, I can make some alterations to that dress for you. Come here.” The shop keeper motioned for Marigold to walk over to her. “Alright, now let’s see what we can do shall we? You already look fabulous but fashion can always be improved.” Doing some measurements and taking out a few things to make minor adjustments, getting the dress to fit May a little better.
“I’m going to give you girls a bit of a discount on the dress and shoes just because I think this outfit is practically made for you.” She pulled out a few business cards, handing one to each of the “Mays”. “Remember, everyone deserves to look good without having to pay a fortune.” Ringing up a total which surprisingly wasn’t that bad. She had cut the price of the items in half.
There was this conception people had about trans girls, Marigold found - an expectation, really....that making moves toward becoming yourself, really and truly, was the first step on a road toward a life of nothing but pink and frills and cooking and boys.
May had never really embraced that totally. She was a girl, well and truly, but she was still the same person. She liked to fight, she was a little too serious most times....and strong willed might be an understatement. Not at all what people thought of.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t like the stereotypical things. She liked them a lot, and despite apple red cheeks by the time the fitting was done, She thanked the salesgirl profusely, even bowing a few times.....would hugging her be appropriate? She didn’t think so. May handed her the money Fiona had foisted on her, with a grin of satisfaction. Even with the sale price, there wasn’t enough left for a cup of coffee, and she wanted to see Fiona’s face when she found out. She was so pleased and flustered she abruptly came to realise they’d left the shop while she was in a daze. Startling, she stumbled a little, catching onto the Red May to keep herself upright.
