Jamie, a confident woman in her late twenties with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, was making her way through the women's clothing section of the department store. She was straightening out the racks of clothing, making sure everything was neat and tidy for the customers. As she was going about her work, she noticed a pair of cute women's panties on the floor. She picked them up and made her way over to the changing rooms to put them back on the rack.
As she approached an empty changing room, she opened the curtain, assuming no one was inside. To her surprise, she found a young person named Casey trying on the panties. Casey was petite, with long brown hair and big green eyes. They were a (straight) femboy, and Jamie couldn't help but stare at the bulge in the panties as Casey stood there, frozen in surprise.
"Well, I can see they look pretty good on you," Jamie said, raising an eyebrow and giving a playful insult. "But I think they'd look even better on a real woman."
Casey blushed and stuttered out an explanation, saying they were just trying to see how the panties looked. Jamie couldn't help but be intrigued by Casey's confidence and directness, despite the awkward situation. She decided to play along and asked Casey to model the panties for her.
Casey hesitated but eventually agreed, and Jamie couldn't help but be impressed by the way the panties accentuated Casey's curves. She made a playful comment about Casey stealing her job as a store clerk, since they seemed to know more about women's clothing than she did.
Casey laughed and said they could never do Jamie's job, they didn't have the strength or the attitude. Jamie was flattered and challenged Casey to a friendly competition, seeing who could sell the most women's clothing in the next hour. Casey accepted the challenge and the two of them had a playful, flirtatious competition, with Jamie teaching Casey the ins and outs of women's fashion.
As they worked together, Jamie couldn't help but notice the way Casey's eyes lit up when they helped a customer find the perfect outfit. She realized that despite their differences, they had a lot in common. They both had a passion for fashion and a desire to help others look and feel their best.
As the hour came to a close, Jamie couldn't believe how much she had enjoyed working with Casey. They had sold more women's clothing than any other employees that day, and they had done it with style and grace.
"I can't believe how well you did," Jamie said, genuinely impressed. "You may not be a real woman, but you sure know how to sell women's clothing."
Casey blushed and thanked Jamie for the compliment. They both knew that this was the start of a beautiful friendship, and maybe even something more.
The end.
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