Trust Machines - Support 3
“Hi Jerry!” Marcy waved as she saw her gangly boyfriend. He grinned, and ran over to give her a hug.
“You’re back early. What’s up?”
“Uh, do you have any plans for the weekend?”
Jerry grinned and shook his head. “Nothing except spending time with you. Why?”
Marcy looked at the floor. “I kind of promised my cousin I’d help her out at her store.”
“Not for the whole weekend,” Jerry pouted.
“She really needs the help. I’m sorry. You could come along, and help out?”
Jerry grinned, and gave Marcy another hug. “Sure! Anything to be with my girl.”
“Yay! To the mall!”
At the mall Marcy made a beeline for the store where her friend was a visual merchandiser. “Hey Terri, I’m here. What did you need help with?”
A twenty-something woman with dark hair cut in a cute bob turned toward them. “Oh! Thank goodness. I need more displays so badly right now, the boss’ idiot nephew managed to break half of them. I don’t even want to know what he was doing. We’ve got replacements coming Monday, but there’s a big sale today, and... Oh, hi!” She smiled at Jerry. “Are you a friend of Marcy’s?”
Jerry nodded. “What’s all this about displays?”
Terri gestured to the two half-busts on top of the shelves of what Jerry suddenly realized were displays of bras. “You need replacement... Marcy! What have you gotten me into?”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
“You owe me big time. And I mean really big, this time.”
Marcy sighed, and nodded. “Sure. Next weekend, you can make my breasts as big as you like, and I won’t turn you into a bra.”
“Or any other article of clothing.”
“Deal.”
Terri clapped her hands happily. “You’ll both be displays? Oh, thank you so much!”
* * *
“Well,” commented Jerry in his new, softer voice, “at least we can still talk. I’m not sure how that works...”
Marcy looked over at her boyfriend. From the neck down he was a plastic display bust, just like her. His face had barely changed at all. With a bit of makeup, he looked just like a girl. “Me neither. I’m glad she did it, though. Talking to the customers was a hoot.”
“Yeah, but... did she have to leave the TV on a chick-flick movie channel when she left?”
Marcy giggled. “Aw, c’mon. You’re practically one of the girls now.”
“Hmf. Ah well, at least I’m bigger than you.”
Marcy stuck her tongue out at Jerry. “Maybe you should be the one with the giant boobs next weekend.”
Jerry giggled. “Maybe. I’d need a pretty bra, though. Think Terri will let us keep the ones we’ve been showing off?”
“She better. Wait, what do you need with a D-cup bra?”
“I think it’d look amazing on you,” Jerry said sincerely.
“Oh! Hm. Well, it’d be an improvement on the blimps you were talking about earlier.”
Jerry smiled. “The things I sacrifice for love.”
“Goober.”
“Bra-rack.”
“Oooh, that’s a low blow. At least I talked her out of turning you into a shelf.”
“Whew. That wouldn’t have been any fun. At least this way I can enjoy the view.”
“Perv. They’re just plastic.”
“It still looks good on you.”
Marcy sighed. “I knew I should have talked her into making you my stand, instead.”
“That would have been odd. Holding you up all weekend.” Jerry snickered. “But I guess I do that most weekends anyway.”