Changing Clothes
1918 Words
Both of us alone? I don't think I'll return in one piece.
She looks at me with that smile, waiting for my answer. Her face has this expression of “Come on, it'll be fun.” But I don't trust her.
“Okay,” I answer. I don't know why I agreed.
“Yosh!” she yells before going to the door.
When she opened it, her actions are exposed to my friends. Her aura becomes “Elizabeth”—the girlish type unlike how she was towards me which is “Eli.” She puts up a graceful smile and waits for me to come in.
With her elbow, she pokes my side and whispers, “You tell them.”
“Alright,” I nod. My friends are already looking at me with smug faces. They're making me uncomfortable. If only they know... “We're goin' out for a while.”
“Oh, a date?” asks John. “Just the two of you?”
It's not that and I have to find a reason why we're leaving. At the same time, to not expose her. “Uh...”
“Yeah,” she answers. I'm surprised!
“Cool!” he exclaims.
Then others say, “Way to go, dude.”
“Good luck!” says John's girlfriend.
I grab and carry our bags for us and John obviously meant it when he bumped onto my side on my way to the door. He slips something into my right pocket and I don't know what it is. I can't check because my hands are full at the moment but all he gives me is a nod. I just roll my eyes and they continue having fun when I closed the door.
Giving her bag, I tell her, “Sorry for that.”
“For what?” she asks, walking ahead of me. I follow behind.
“Never mind.”
“Okay, let's go!” She's unnecessarily cheerful.
At the sidewalk under the streetlight, she turns around and smiles. The busy street is buzzing with engines, footsteps, voices of people, and music. The air is warmer and smoggy, making me sweat. I'm sweating more because I feel uncomfortable around her, treating me like we know each other very well. We haven't seen each other for a decade but here she is, acting as if we see each other every day. I can't keep up with her.
“So, where are we going?” I ask, contrasting her mood.
She says, “It's a surprise. First, we have to dress up finely.” Right now, we're wearing uniforms. “Let's go to an apparel store and buy new clothes.”
“I'm sorry but I don't have money.”
“It's fine, I'll spend for you.”
“Woah, rich kid. You don't have to. What's wrong with wearing a uniform?”
She scoffs before grabbing my arm and pulling me to walk to the left—where the sidewalk continues. Through the crowd, she leads me and I follow. The way her hair flails with the wind is like water flawlessly going through and in between the rocks. This urban atmosphere could not compete with the fragrance of her hair, the neon lights look like they're only made to make her glow, and everything else is just a background made for her—the focal point of a painter's composition. I wonder if I'm really dreaming right now.
She pulled me suddenly!! “OW!!” I cry out when I trip forward.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” she apologizes without a hint of remorse with her tone or face.
I stand up on my own and she walks inside the apparel store just in front of us. She couldn't have picked a more expensive store than this. This is the fanciest store in this place!
We go inside and it hurts my pocket just looking at the prices—they're more expensive than my phone. Only the cashier, the assistants, and another customer are inside. Makes sense, because not everyone can afford these prices. Just one price of their clothing can give me two dozens of clothing. I got mine from what we call, “Ukay-ukay”—a store with already-used clothes.
Like a bookworm looking for books, she checks each hanger for the clothes they hold. I just watch from a distance, admiring this scent of new fabric in the air. The chandelier above is mesmerizing. It's shiny like the swingy diamond earnings of those Korean actresses I saw on TV.
“Come here,” Eli calls out near the dressing room. Those are good quality clothing she's holding. “Here, wear these.” She hands me a black jogger and this oversized white t-shirt.
“I think this is too big,” I tell her. “The jogger is fine but the t-shirt-”
“‘This is too big’,” she imitates me but with a s*xier voice. Then her tone drops dead serious when she says, “You sound like a petite girl from a video categorized as ‘BBC’.”
“What?!!”
“I know more about clothes than you do. So, stop whining and wear them!”
She turns around and has her eyes looking at the shoes in the corner. I grab the clothes and went inside the dressing room.
Who does she think she is? We're basically strangers after not meeting each other for so long and she has the audacity to be mad. This person is nuts.
I put my bag on the floor after closing the door but it gets pulled open. “What the-”
It's her and she's carrying her set of clothes. “Let me in,” she says.
“WHAT THE-”
“The other room is occupied.”
“Okay, I'll go out and you wear first.”
“Don't,” she says, already unbuttoning her uniform in front of me. I turn around instantly.
I can't open the door now or someone else might see her!!!
I had a glimpse of her black bra. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper.
“Changing.”
“Here?”
“Yes. What's the problem? You wanna see me naked? Go ahead. It's free real-estate.” She laughs.
Good one! I see that she's cultured in memes but, “Stop it, you!” I yell after realizing I was laughing.
This is like that line Gandalf once said, “Don't tempt me, Frodo!” I didn't do anything and just wait until she finishes.
“Why the hell can't you wait?” I ask.
“The night waits for no one, bro. Now, hurry up and dress or we'll be late.”
“Late for what?”
“Oh, just-”
What's she doing?!! Her thumbs are in my belt and she's pulling my pants down. I pull it up. “What are you doing?!!”
“Getting you dressed.”
“Stop it! I can do it myself!” I turn around and had a glimpse of her only wearing her bra and underwear. “Hey, wear something!”
“Don't be shy, I saw you naked before.”
“But that was when we were kids! And...”
“It doesn't make any differ- Oh,” She narrows her eyes and smiles. “Did your peepee grow a centimeter longer?”
“Stop it and get dressed!” I pick up her clothes and shove them onto her face.
At a short moment, I pull down my pants and replace them with the joggers she gave me. I'm in time when she finally removed the clothing from her face. She just frowns at me but I'm smug. Oh, shoot! She's still in her underwear. So, I look to the side, wear the new t-shirt she gave me, and waited for her to finish.
“What is this?” she asks.
“What is what?”
“You dropped your condom.”
“WHAT?!!” I look at it and it's real! That John! He put it in my pocket earlier!
She smugs at me while picking it up from the floor. I forgot that she's only in her undergarments so I turn around again. Then I feel her putting it inside my pocket.
She whispers, “Use it for later.”
I swallow instantly. My heart races because of that airy voice, her breath passing by my ear, and her hand in my pocket, nearly touching my crotch.
“I... It's not m... mine!” I stammer. Sh*t!
“Uh-huh?” she chuckles.
Only the sound of her clothes sliding on her skin can be heard in this small changing room. I feel uncomfortable “down here.” I want to stop it but this little sh*t won't shrink down! It just keeps getting firmer every second. Demn, just settle down!
Upon finishing, I glance at her and she's looking good in those oversized black shirt with a skull printed on it, skinny jeans that fit her perfectly, and the white baseball cap she's wearing backward. Now, she looks like a tomboy with long hair. She goes out first and looks at the mirror while I hesitate to go out after her.
What would the staff think of this? Demn, I should've locked the door sooner!
“Come on, let's go,” she says after blinking at herself in the mirror.
I look at myself and I'm surprised that I look... rather dazzling. Maybe I should check out similar fashion ideas like this. I waited for her to grab more things like perfume and shoes. She even bought me a pair of sneakers! I think these sneakers are original and very costly. Where does she even get this money? Oh, rich parents—I nearly forgot. And she's the only child. That makes the high salary of her parents get focused on her. Imagine how many units of gaming PCs I could have if they're my parents. But no, I love my parents. I don't wish that they're different people.
Paying is easy for her. She didn't even check how much these are. She's using a credit card. As expected of a rich a*s kid. Meanwhile, I'm broke. I failed to control myself from spending too much this week. And... Is she really planning to give me these clothes for free?
“Okay, let's go,” she said.
“Wait,” I tell her. “We still need to get these things off.” I refer to these things that are attached to the clothes that will trigger the alarm at the exit if we pass by.
“Oh, right,” she says dumbly.
We waited for the staff to remove these things and went out after it's done. Showing me her back, she puts her hands on her waist, inhales, and looks at me over her shoulder. Why is she looking at me like that? She looks like she has an evil plan in mind.
“Try to guess where we're going,” she says.
I scratch my eyebrows to think of something. “To a Mall, I guess?”
“Wrong,” she grins.
“It's somewhere I won't like, is it?”
“Even better.”
Now, I'm worried.
Upon arriving at the place, I realize I was right and I immediately regret going with her.
Why are we in a nightclub?!!!
- Writer
