Posted Fri Sep 4, 2015 | 868 Words | Tagged story bodysuit chav shop

My little shop was a strange little place. I sell all kinds of things which can do many different things. Sometimes products which are more special than others. Technically what I sell is ‘health and beauty’ products but that’s only because it’s the closest category.

It was getting into the evening when there were two chavs wondering around looking like they wanted to cause trouble. I thought I’d try and persuade them to pay me a visit. They pushed open the door and cockily had a look around, laughing occasionally at some of my wares. I thought they were quite interesting, but not that amusing. I was always very curious as to what these people were like.

I let them browse in peace, but when I saw they both had pocketed something into their pockets, I decided to act out my theft policy. I had only influenced them to enter the shop to see what they would want to buy, not steal something of mine which had taken hours of work to produce.

When they had got to the doorway to leave I called them, “Excuse me lads. I believe you haven’t paid for that”

They tried to bolt out of the door and I thought it was quite funny when they just bounced off the invisible wall which protected my store. I casted a spell to instantly stun them. They dropped to the floor, propped up by the invisible wall and all they could do was watch.

Their terrified eyes were priceless. I always loved doing this and I hadn’t done it in a number of years,

“Well well. Looks like I’ll just have to follow the shop’s policy. Anyone who steals from the shop, becomes a product for the shop”

I walked into the back of the shop, it wasn’t like they would be able to get far as the spell allowed them to move just enough to twitch and breathe. I grabbed two zippers and inspected their quality. Good job I had enough of these in m supplies.

I turned one of them, the slightly taller one, onto his front so I could access his back and pulled up his adidas hoodie and t-shirt. Pulling off the backing of the zip, I carefully stuck it onto the boy’s spine and made sure it was stuck. Then I unzipped it, letting out all of the air in the boy. I picked him up and was quite happy with the result. I just hope someone would want him soon, don’t want such a wonderful suit having to go out on a clearance sale.

The next one wasn’t as good looking, but he’ll do anyway. He was wearing an adidas t-shirt and the rest of his outfit was Nike. He turned out quite nice anyway.

I quickly got them onto hangers and put them in my back stock of bodysuits, ready for any customers who I felt like I could sell them to.

The next day a young nervous man entered the shop. He seemed to be about the same age as the other lads, but seemed quite interesting. Reading his desires he wanted to be louder and stronger and a lot more confident.

“Good afternoon, are you finding everything you want ok?”

“Yes thank you”

He seemed quite interested in many of my products, carefully reading each one, even the ones he did not seem that interested in at first. When he got to the counter he seemed quite nervous and he had brought a bottle of muscle milk, the dumb beanie and, one of my favourites, the cocky mouth spray.

“An interesting bunch of products you have there. I see you are very interested in my products, and I have something in the back you may be interested in”

“Oh no, these will be fine”

“I insist. This product just came in yesterday and I think it would be perfect for someone like you”

I got out the bodysuit of the larger one and his eyes lit up like a dream, but also with a little bit of fear as if it was still alive.

“Not to worry dear boy, it’s just a bodysuit. And I’m willing to sell it to you for £50″

“A body suit? Wow, I… yes”

I could tell I was about to fulfil some of his deepest desires and that was one of the great things about my shop. I get to fulfil dreams and in return I get to live fairly well off for a wizard, especially considering how many were hated and chased out of general human society these days.

He paid quickly with his debit card and I gave him a card with my contact details on,

“I don’t want any disappointments, so if you can please send a picture of the product being worn. If nothing else, it really will delight me to know it worked ok”

“Thank you so much sir”

Later that evening I got the selfie above. He was about to take a dose of the cocky spray and put on the dumb beanie and wanted to let me know how it fit. What a lovely man, and I’m sure he’ll enjoy my products.