Orazio (Vol. 1) Orazio and the Isis hormone.

Shopping with Mrs. Johnson

After breakfast, Mrs. Johnson's chauffeur drove them to a shopping mall where there were several brand-name clothing stores.

It was unusual to have a chauffeur. Most of the vehicles were automated, but Mrs. Johnson was a wealthy eccentric. She didn't like to walk, so she had a personal chauffeur who drove around town picking her up and taking her back and forth.

Orazio looked around the luxurious car. There was a large sculpture of a dancing woman and a large model of a modern warship. The mall was full of people.

Mrs. Johnson and Orazio got out of the car.

She seemed to know exactly what kind of clothes she wanted for Orazio and headed straight for one of the stores. Orazio followed her a couple of steps behind.

Mrs. Johnson stopped and turned to look at Orazio a little angrily.
- Yes, ma'am? - said Orazio noticing that something was not right.
- Why are you walking behind me? - she said - Are you ashamed to be seen walking beside me?

- No, madam.
- And stop calling me ma'am, you make me feel old.
- Yes, ma'am.
They entered the clothing store.

An android saleswoman approached and bowed politely.
- Yes, ma'am? How can I help you?
- I need to refurbish this young man's wardrobe. - Mrs. Johnson said, pointing to Orazio's clothes, " - I want him to look presentable when we go to the mall or out to dinner.

- Yes, ma'am. What clothes would you like?
- I like those clothes over there - said Orazio pointing to a nearby mannequin.

The android saleswoman smiled and went to get the clothes. Mrs. Johnson looked at Orazio's choice of clothes with interest.
- Would you like to try them on? - said the android saleswoman.
- Yes, please - said Orazio.

The saleswoman led Orazio to a fitting room closely followed by Mrs. Johnson. The android helped him undress and put on a pair of pants and a shirt and then left the fitting room to look for a three-way mirror.

Mrs. Johnson evaluated Orazio's choice of clothing.
- Do you like it? - she said after looking at her new protégé for a while.
- It's fine - he said.

- It's horrible - she said unceremoniously - It doesn't matter what you think. The important thing is that I like it.
- I'm just trying to make you happy, madam. - said Orazio a little embarrassed.

- Stop saying "ma'am" - said Mrs. Johnson increasingly irritated - I'm not your mother. I am your employer. Call me Jane.
- Yes, Mrs. Johnson.

Mrs. Johnson merely sighed in exasperation "Now, tell me, do you like the color pink?"
- Okay, - said Orazio trying to play along.

- I want something pink for him - said Mrs. Johnson to the android saleswoman - And I want it to be very sexy and revealing. He has to look good for tonight.
- Yes, Mrs. Johnson - Replied the android saleswoman scrolling through a virtual tablet - Here's something in pink. It's pretty plain, though. Do you want something sexy or revealing?

- Hmm, both - said Mrs. Johnson after some thought.
- I don't know what you have in mind, ma'am - said the android saleswoman.

- I want something that highlights his figure but is not vulgar or tasteless - explained Mrs. Johnson to the android saleswoman, ignoring Orazio completely.
- What do you think of this dress? - said the android saleswoman pointing to a pink dress on her virtual tablet - It's quite revealing but elegant. The fabric is of the best quality.

- It will do, - said Mrs. Johnson.

Orazio looked at Mrs. Johnson's choice in horror. It was a pink dress! A woman's dress! It didn't show his figure! It wouldn't even cover his chest!