Yuuri works at a high class clothing store, his day is incredibly boring until two good looking blonds walk-in. It just gets crazier from there! Yuuram hints. It's been awhile since I've written anything new that's KKM, I'm a little out of touch with the characters so apologies if any of them are terribly OOC

Dressing Room Drama

Shibuya Yuuri Harajuku Furi, as he was somewhat infamously known as, was bored to tears. He'd been working for over a month at this store and he spent more time bored out of his mind than actually doing anything. The boutique was rather small with a very specific, very wealthy cliental, the only reason Yuuri had even gotten this job was because his other was friends with the owner of the store, who also happened to be his best friend Murata Ken's mother. It was a perfect part time job to help him pay for his schooling, but that didn't mean he wouldn't rather be outside playing baseball.

Sighing he glanced at his phone for the tenth time that hour, hoping that Mutara or someone had texted him to give him something to do. Unfortunately he was out of luck, it seemed everyone had something to do except him, and he was the only one working! He could probably find something to do to keep him entertained for a few minutes, but there were only so many times you could refold clothes and dust before you wanted to scream in frustration. During the first half of his shift he'd done both and several other menial tasks, at least five times. He'd had one customer the entire day; an older gentleman with salt and pepper hear and wearing dark sunglasses, who had come in grabbed several dress shirts and ties and paid for them. The entire transaction had taken less than ten minutes out of Yuuri's time.

Just as he was about to despair about his mind turning to mush due to inactivity, the bell above the door jingled merrily alerting him to the presence of a customer. Straightening up Yuuri plastered on his best smile toward what appeared to be a mother and daughter. "Welcome to Daikenja, I'm Yuuri and if you need any assistance please don't hesitate to call for me."

"Oh how helpful! Thank you Yuuri!" The mother replied cheerfully, her smile wide as she pulled her daughter toward the women's section. The woman was a real beauty and obviously foreign though she spoke Japanese with little accent. She had long curly blond hair, large emerald eyes, pale skin and the type of body that any model would be envious of; tall, thin and curvy. Her tight black dress clung to every single one of those curves and left quite a bit of her generous cleavage bared to the world.

Her daughter protested as she was dragged by her arm after her mother. "Mother! Why are we even here? You have more than enough dresses!" The daughter's voice was a bit lower than most girls Yuuri had met, but still rather pleasant and while she wasn't as tall or curvy as her mother, she was still really pretty with all the same colouring save that her hair was short and as significantly flatter in the chest beneath her white ruffled button up top. Oh well, Yuuri wasn't much of a breast man anyway, that was more Murata's thing. He did notice how nice her ass was in her jeans as she was pulled by where he was standing at the counter.

The mother either hadn't heard what her daughter had said or she'd ignored it. "Oh Wolfie you just have to come and see these dresses!" Yuuri lost sight of both of them in the ladies dresses near by where the changing rooms were. He was still able to hear them if he was needed and he could see both of them on the security monitor tucked under the desk so he wasn't too worried.

Yuuri was wondering just how long it could take two women to shop for and try on clothes when the mother popped out from the dress corner almost an hour later, waving his way. "Yoohoo Mr Yuuri!" She called, when she noticed she had his attention she walked over, hips swaying almost seductively as she did. "I have to step out for a few minutes to make a call but my darling is still trying on clothes. If Wolfie needs anything can you go over?" When Yuuri nodded his consent she clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful! I won't be too long." Her request met, she sauntered out of the shop, pulling her cell phone out of her purse as she did.

Yuuri glanced over at the monitor checking to see if Wolfie needed any assistance, not seeing her on the monitor he assumed she was still changing and settled back against the counter to wait. He wondered what sorts of clothes she was trying on; she seemed to have a tomboyish type personality and look, which was still super cute! But Yuuri wasn't sure if she was really a dress type person, she had long legs though, and Yuuri would bet his favourite baseball glove they looked even lovelier without anything on them. He almost hoped she did need something so that he could go in there and help her just to get a glance at her.

Ah! But that was very perverted of him to think! What would his mother thing?! She didn't approve of him ogling women like pieces of meat, it was after all the only black mark she had against Murata, who was a notorious pervert. Maybe he should stop hanging out with his friend; it was turning him into a bad person. He couldn't help the silly grin that slid on to his face at the thought of Wolife, she sure was cute!

As if to answer his prayers he heard a muffled voice from the direction of the changing room calling out for help. Schooling his expression into something less disturbing he made his way over, glancing to see if the sexy mother had come back in, he was delighted to see she had not.

"Mother!" Wolfie's voice came more clearly from the changing room. "Where are you!?"

Clearing his throat, Yuuri stopped at the entrance to the changing rooms not going in. "Your mother has stepped out to make some calls, is there something I can help you with miss?"

There was some sputtering from inside and when Yuuri peaked in he spotted a pair of delicate feet in the third stall on the right. "I don't need you I need my mother! If you want to be helpful go and find her!"

The blonde beauty was obviously angry and Yuuri decided not to push his luck, telling her to wait a moment as he headed to the front door of the shop and opened it up to tell the mother she was needed, only to find no one there. "Eh?" She'd left not that long ago, there was no way she could have just disappeared if she was still in the area. A quick glance into the nearest few stores revealed no sexy mother, and Yuuri was left wondering just where she'd gone and how she had disappeared so quickly. Shrugging his shoulders and thanking someone up there for small blessings, he made his way back into the shop and over to the changing room. "She's not here miss, I can't see her at all. I don't know how she vanished so quickly unless someone picked her up." He added as an afterthought.

"Oh for the love of Shinou! She promised she wouldn't do this today!" Wolfie hissed, cursing to herself for several moments. Finally a resigned sigh came from inside the changing room. "Are you still there?" He asked and it took a moment for Yuuri to realize that Wolfie was speaking to him.

"Ah! Y-yes! Can I help you with something?" Yuuri replied, trying not to sound too eager to help.

There was a moment of silence before Wolfie spoke again. "I need you to come in here and help me . . . remove the dress I'm wearing. The zipper broke and I cannot get out of it."

Yuuri's face went completely red at that and several less than appropriate thoughts flashed through his mind. His mother had not raised him to be a pervert however much Murata may be influencing him; the honour of family pervert went to Shouri. "I-I'm not sure that's appropriate miss. I can try and get someone else to come in here and help you though."

"What are you a wimp as well as an idiot!" Wolfie growled, annoyance clear in his voice. "I don't have anything you don't so get in here and get me out of this dress!" When Yuuri failed to obey his orders he added an angry, "NOW!"

Yuuri hastened to obey the order, hesitating for a moment before knocking on the stall door to let Wolfie know that he was coming in. "If you turn you back to me I can try and open the zipper without seeing too much." An annoyed 'fine' came from within and Yuuri waited a moment before pushing the door open. He was met with Wolfie's back, part of it left uncovered due to the way the dress he was wearing dipped in the back, his shoulders also bare for Yuuri to sweep his eyes over. Unbidden he let his eyes wander downward to Wolfie's cute little but and, just as Yuuri suspected, long creamy legs visible from where the dress stopped midway down Wolfie's thigh. His inner pervert did a happy dance at the sight. Maybe if everything went well he would work up the courage to ask Wolfie out on a date; she looked to be around the same age as him.

"What are you doing just standing there!? Are you going to help or not?" Wolfie demanded, glaring at him over he shoulders. She had the most expressive green eyes, they seemed to dance with an inner fire and Yuuri was absolutely enchanted.

"S-sorry." Grinning sheepishly and turning away to hide any evidence of the blush he felt creeping up his face; Yuuri turned his attention to the problem at hand. It appeared that the zipper had jammed half way down the dress, right where it would be almost impossible for Wolfie to reach back and grab it. With the way the dress was hugging all of her curves, Yuuri guessed that it was too tight for her to simply wiggle out of the dress, which was why she had called him in here. "Alright, I'll have this problem solved quickly." Yuuri assured her confidently despite the shaking hands that reached out the grab the zipper. Taking a breath to calm his nerves he squared his shoulders and pulled down, only to have nothing happen; the zipper didn't budge a single inch. "Huh. . .it's stuck."

Wolfie's shoulders tensed and Yuuri could see her fists clenching at her sides. "You really are an idiot." She hissed at him her eyes darkening as she her glare deepened. "If it wasn't stuck don't you think I would have gotten out of this thing by myself? This entire ordeal is already embarrassing enough, but on top of it my mother abandons me to go on one of her trysts and I'm stuck with and my only hope of escaping this torture device!" Wolfie's tone was taking on a slightly watery quality and Yuuri was afraid she was going to start crying soon.

Wanting to cheer her up, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, ignoring her insults for now. "Don't cry miss! I'll do my best to get you out of that dress and then I'll call a cab to get you back home."

"I'm not going to cry and stop calling me miss!" Wolfie cried out in anger, shaking off Yuuri's hand. "Just get me a pair of scissors! I'm cutting myself out of this; you can charge my mother's credit card for the cost of the dress after."

Yuuri was about to protest but the look in Wolfie's eyes told him that if he refused she was not above murder to get her way. Instead he nodded dumbly and hurried out to the main cash to dig out one of the pairs of scissors that they kept back there. They likely wouldn't be ideal, but they would do the job. He raced back into the change room and held the scissors out to Wolfie, who shook her head at him gesturing in the direction of the back of the dress. "You're going to have to do it, the front is too tight, cut right next to the zipper and maybe the dress can be salvaged after."

Licking suddenly dry lips, Yuuri nodded and grabbed the top of the dress, slipping a piece between teeth of the scissors. The action allowed him to touch Wolfie's warm and incredibly smooth skin, causing him to shiver in delight. Focus Yuuri! He had a mission and that was to free dear Wolfie! With that thought in mind Yuuri began to cut the dress, trying to keep it as in line with the zipper as possible. The dress gave him some resistance but Yuuri persisted, working the scissors inch by inch down the back of the dress until it loosened enough that it fell right off of Wolfie's slim body.

His victory at the forefront of his mind, it took Yuuri a moment to realize that Wolfie was standing naked in front with only a pair of black panties covering her, she wasn't even wearing a bra! "Ah! Ah ah ah!" His mind ground to a half and Yuuri quickly covered his eyes quickly. "I didn't see anything I promise!"

"What are you shouting about you wimp? Didn't I already say we have all the same parts?" Wolfie asked as she turned around to face Yuuri. "Have you honestly never seen another man half naked before?"

Yuuri blinked and slowly lowered his hands away from his eyes, getting his first good look at Wolfie who was standing in front of him with a very male body and his hands on his hips"Eh? EH!? EHHHHH!?"

Wolfie made a face and covered his ears, quickly. "Be quiet you wimp! What are you so surprised for? Did you honestly think I was a girl!?" The amount of irritation in the question had Yuuri re-evaluating his choices in life as it flashed in front of his eyes, even as Wolfie shoved the dress at him and pushed him pushed him out of the stall. "Get out of here so I can change clothes! I already told you I'll pay for the dress after!"

With only his shock to keep him going, Yuuri gathered up the remains of the dress and headed to the cash. It was almost time for closing anyway, once he rang up the dress and saw his customer out he could go home and pretend this entire day had never happened. He wasn't being paid enough for such a shock to his sexual orientation; he was straight wasn't he? Despite the fact that Wolfie was a guy, Yuuri couldn't help but still find him cute, especially when his cheeks were flushed with anger, they'd probably look prettied flushed with pass- NO! Bad thoughts! Yuuri was straight! There was no way he could have a thing for a pretty boy!

Lucky for him he was spared any more inner reflection when Wolfie came out of the changing room in the outfit he'd entered the store in. Now that Yuuri knew that he was actually a boy he could see that he was more masculine than Yuuri had originally thought, even if he did have a pretty face and lovely legs. He came up to the counter and stared at Yuuri expectantly his cheeks still lightly flushed with anger. Yuuri stared back at him, giving him a once over and finding that yes, he was still ridiculously attractive.

"Well?" Wolfie asked impatiently, tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Well what?" Yuuri asked, parroting the question. When Wolfie gestured to the dress Yuuri laughed loudly to hide his embarrassment at having forgotten. "Right, right." He rang up the dress and pulled up the manual credit payment. "I'll need your name as well as your mother's name to put in the information."

Wolfie snorted in annoyance but complied. "My name is Wolfram von Bielefelt and my mother is Cecilie von Spitzweg." Yuuri wondered why they had different last names but didn't question it only putting in the information that Wolfram had given him, wondering just where the two were from with such foreign names.

Once the purchase was wrong through, Yuuri bagged an undamaged version of the dress and held it out to Wolfram. "Don't worry about the damaged one. Even if you don't want to keep this one, you can always exchange or return it for store credit." Throwing out all reason he added, "I thought you looked really good in it by the way."

Wolfram's face flamed red and he quickly grabbed the bag from Yuuri's hand. "I-Idiot! It's for a play I'm in! I don't wear dresses for fun!"

Yuuri only grinned, enjoying how flustered Wolfram was. "Oh? Can I come and see it?" His tone was joking but Yuuri found that he was very serious. Wolfram however didn't say anything, merely blinked at him in surprise.

Just when Yuuri was about to add that it had been a joke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, tacking out two tickets and handing them to Yuuri, "They were supposed to be for my brothers but I can get more. I'm not even sure that they can make it anyway. Since I gave them to you, you had better come wimp!" The blush darkened and Wolfram turned away from Yuuri with a dignified 'humph.'

Even though he knew that he was smiling like an idiot, Yuuri couldn't be bothered to care how stupid he looked. "I'll be there Wolfie~"

The nickname earned him a look, something between a glare and a pout. "You had better." Was all Wolfram said, heading to the door to the shop just as a dark limousine pulled up on the street in front of it. "Wimp!"

Wolfram added as he hurried out. Yuuri watched him go thinking to himself that maybe the day hadn't been so bad after all. Now he just had to make it through his mother squealing at being able to go to a play, lord knows he wasn't going to take Murata with him. That pervert would just end up being competition, and Yuuri had no plans to share cute little Wolfie with anyone.