Sharmaine hovered beside the dress to look for its price tag. "T-Ten million?!" she screamed internally.
She turned her attention to Denzel, who spoke to the clad man, before she gazed back at the dress once more. It had impressive designing—not sure if it was worth the 10M price tag—as it had translucent white fabric with white opaque straps of floral lace for the over-laid cape. The bodice had the same style with a very deep V. Standing next to it, she saw how long the bottom would be. It somehow fitted her style but made her question the less fabric for more money.
After the brief chit-chat between Denzel and the oddly familiar-looking man, he told Sharmaine to wear the dress; it would be altered if it did not fit her properly. She nodded, her heart pounding fast as she entered an intimate chamber. The gown was handed to her; two maids entered to offer help, but she declined and insisted that she'll call them if ever.
The chamber was off-white and small, but it made her undress comfortably. She started removing her suit then her bandages. She slid herself carefully into the gown, making sure to fit it to her body perfectly. To her surprise, it did not seem weird. The clothing felt like it was made for her body specifically.
"Shawn, can you come out now?" She heard Denzel ask. She did not answer but simply revealed herself slowly.
The man, who talked to Denzel a while ago, jaw dropped. "W-Wait, I thought he was a man!"
Sharmaine, in panic, blurted out, "I am. These things are just really really good prosthetics," while groping her breasts.
They seemed unconvinced, so she tried to use reverse psychology to get away. "Would you like to test them? You could touch them if you like." She smirked at their embarrassed faces, and turned to Denzel, whose face was really flushed.
"What do you think?" she asked.
Denzel, on the other hand, examined Sharmaine from head to toe. It was the most beautiful creature he had seen. He was astonished by her slim figure despite of being a man. "Are you really a man?"
Sharimaine's heart pounded even more. Was this the end of her? She knew she has to keep going. "I am. If you doubt me, then why don't you test my masculinity?"
Denzel flushed out. "Nevermind. It's just that those breasts are too good to be true."
"What the heck do you mean?!"
"I meant, they're awfully too realistic."
Sharmaine gave out a fake laugh. " Yeah! Technology nowadays."
Denzel sighed and talked to the man again. Sharmaine was escorted in the waiting area in her gown.
"Please wait until Mr. Suarez dresses up." She nodded and continued to wander her eyes around the store. the floors were shiny white, the walls were matte, the simply designed shelves and rack provided elegance and the extravagant lights added that luxury feel.
A few minutes passed and Denzel walked out. "You look good."