Veronica (not zarry)

Veronica

Veronica

Zayn's POV

I sat at my table as I ran my hands carelessly through my hair. Uh I had to find a job. Moving to a new town to forget my past worked because people didn't judge me here. Then again I moved here just two days ago and hardly knew anyone.

I can't be a bartender anymore. I'd just end up being an alcoholic. I read through the paper again. There were no jobs to offer. Except one. "Female assistant needed for Teen Magazine."

What the heck? Why just females? I read through it again. It specifically said no males. I sighed in defeat. I could totally work for a teen magazine. I had a good fashion sense, right? I looked down at myself. Definitely.

I could totally speak like a chic. All you have to do is 'omg' all the time. But the job said female only. Suddenly an idea popped in my mind.

I know I am not a female. But they need not know that.

I quickly picked up my phone and dialled the number given. In about three minutes a very office like lady spoke. "Teen magazine, how may I help you?" she said in a monotone.

I cleared my throat trying to get a slightly higher pitch to my voice, "I was wandering if the spot for assistant is still open?"

"Of course it is. Can I have your name please?"

My name... What could be my name? I looked around and my eyes drifted to the Archie's comic lying on my table. "I'm Veronica Arnold."

She seemed to go along with it. I'm surprised I didn't get caught yet. "Okay Veronica thanks for calling. You can be here for your interview with our tomorrow at nine. Good bye." with that she cut the call.

Interview with the boss tomorrow huh? What do bosses prefer? Yes, a sexy assistant. I'm going to have to do all the preparations of a sexy assistant. This was my only shot for earning a livelihood.

Shit. I had a lot of shopping to do. I got up from my chair. Grabbing my car keys off the key hole I went down into the parking lot of my apartment. I walked towards my car as I saw Brooke get out of hers.

Brooke stayed two floors above me. "Hey!" she called out as she headed inside. I waved back. Brooke was like all office oriented and all. She was too serious for my type. I never really bothered asking where she worked. Probably some commercial stock market office.

I got into my car and drove to the nearest mall. For a week day it sure was crowded. I stepped into the mall and looked for some girl clothing stores. I spotted Top Shop and headed for it.

The store had lots of tops that would look sexy on girls. But I needed office wear. Yes 'I' needed office wear. I had to pull off Veronica's role perfectly. I can't afford losing my almost new job.

I spotted the black pencil line skirts hung on the rack from the distance and headed to it. I searched through it. They all looked the same. I picked out the one for a 32 waist. But girls usually wear it tighter right? So I went with the 30 waist one.

I found a white formal top as well which should fit me. They wouldn't allow me in the trial room here. Besides it would be weird if I'm in a girls changing room with girl clothes.

I went straight to the cashier. I told her I was buying it for my girlfriend. She smiled and billed it. After finishing the billing i walked out with the bags in my hand. If I was going to be a girl, and that too a sexy one, what I needed would be fake boobs. Where do you get that now?

Just as I thought that, my eyes landed on a sports shop. Perfect. I walked in and looked for balls. Golf balls re too small. Cricket balls are too heavy to carry and footballs are too big. I went with Tennis balls. I bought a whole pack of them.

I got out of the sports shop as I looked for a bra shop. I needed to buy a bra to hold the tennis balls up. I feel like such a chic right now. I spotted Victoria's Secret and went straight in. It's good that no one in this town knows me.

Females shopping inside gave me weird looks. They probably thought I was a pervert. I probably looked like one looking for bras. A worker came up to me. "How may I help you sir?"

"Uh yeah, I as looking for a bra for my girlfriend." I said rubbing the back of my neck as I looked down.

She laughed at my nervousness and said, "Ha okay sir. What size is she?"

"Uhm... I don't know." I said truthfully looking at the different bra sizes. Wow, so many, which one would fit Tennis balls? "Um their like Tennis balls." I said bitting my lips from laughing. I sounded like such a pervert.

"Okay... I think thats a 36B but sir I suggest you bring her here and then buy it."

"No I really need it now... I mean she really needs me to get it for her now. She is kind off sick and she really needs a bra." wow I'm getting better at lying.

She seemed to by it. She went around and came back with two bra's in her hands. One was a plain black one while the other was a neon pink with black stripes. "Which one would you like to purchase sir?"

"I'll buy both thank you." I said. She hurried off to the counter and I followed. After billing, I went out. Everything was done. Oh I'm going to need heels and a wig and some make up.

I first made my way to wig city. I looked at the different wigs on display. They all looked too good to be true. They were either purple or green or pink. I got into the hair shop. I wasted no time and asked a worker if she could show me around some wigs.

"How about this one sir?" she asked holding a bob cut wig.

"Nope. "

She held another one in her hand.

"No, thats like Jack Sparrow!" I said shunning the piece of wig.

"If you could tell me what you needed the wig for, it would really help sir." she asked irritated.

"It's uh like uh for a fancy dress party." I should get the award for the best liar.

"Why would you not go dressed as Jack Sparrow to a fancy dress party?" she raised her eye brows. This girl really needed to mind her own business.

"Because you can only dress like the opposite sex," I replied giving her my best smile. "And I plan on going as Pamela Anderson."

"Then I have just the wig for you. Just a minute." she disappeared somewhere in the back. God it was already seven in the evening. She returned back with a long black wig and dangled it before my face.

"Perfect." with that said the billing was done and I headed out. I bought some make upas well. I bought plain black flats. Heels not for now, I would need practise. No wonder girls take so much time to shop. They have to buy so much!

Tired out of my guts, I headed straight home. On my way I grabbed take away dinner. I went straight to my apartment and dumped the bags on the couch. No need for putting it way. I was going to wear it tomorrow anyways.

I pulled my shirt off and pants down and jumped into bed. Tomorrow all I had to do was be a sexy assistant and get a job. Not that hard right?

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