She's the Campus Prince novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44 What A Waste

The sales associate stared at Cameron in shock, double–checking as she asked, “You mean you’re wearing the dress?”

Cameron nodded and pointed to a pair of white heels in the display case. “And those shoes too. Size 7, please. Thanks”

The associate stood frozen, completely stunned. This was the first time she’d seen a ridiculously good–looking “guy” walk in and openly say “he” was buying a dress–for “himself“.

She thought, I’ve heard of guys into women’s clothes, but I’ve never met someone this hot who just comes right out and says it‘

Even though her mind was racing, she stayed professional. After a quick mental reset, she brought the red dress and white heels over to Cameron.

Cameron asked, “Where’s the fitting room? I want to try them on.”

The associate paused, thinking, ‘Try them on? Here? In–store? Isn’t this the kind of situation where people take the clothes home to avoid attention? I mean, he’s ridiculously attractive and he’s trying on a dress–doesn’t he care if people stare?‘

Still, she stayed in work mode and led Cameron to the fitting room. The second the door closed, gossip lit up on the associates‘ faces.

“Oh my goodness. He’s so hot. But he’s not straight. That’s such a waste. I was totally gonna ask for his number,” one whispered.

“Right? Such a shame. He’s seriously fine,” another chimed in.

“He’s got such a gorgeous face, I bet he’ll look amazing in that dress.”

“Totally agree.”

They were still whispering when Cameron’s voice called out from the fitting room, “Excuse me, could you bring me a bra? One of each size, please. I’ll try them on. Thanks.”

The two associates looked like they’d just been struck by lightning. They thought, ‘Okay, dresses and heels I can accept. But bras? Guys don’t have boobs. Why does he need a bra?‘

Still, the customer is always right. Shocked as they were, they went to gather one of each bra size for Cameron.

Ten minutes later, Cameron opened the fitting room door. She stood in front of the full–length mirror. The girl in the reflection had a cropped haircut, her skin smooth and luminous.

The red dress traced the elegant lines of her figure, and her slender waist looked even smaller. Years of wearing binders hadn’t stopped her from growing into a tall, poised young woman.

She wasn’t short, to begin with, and in white heels, she stood about 5 feet 11 inches. Her build was like a model’s–slim and striking–taller than any of the staff there. Just standing there, she gave off an unshakable sense of presence.

The associates were completely stunned. They thought, ‘He looks amazing in that dress. His waist is insanely slender. He actually looks prettier than girls.

‘If I didn’t see his face, I’d swear he was a stunning lady. His features are on the feminine side, sure, but he’s still a guy! “Not bad,” Cameron said, clearly satisfied. She paid at the counter and walked out in the dress and heels, stuffing her old clothes straight into her backpack.