"Uh, ok." He handed her the pile, then opened his bag and ripped open a pack of underwear to remove one. He handed her the bag, leaving it to her to imagine why he needed the new pair of drawers. Whatever she imagined, it did positive things to her tote board.

She handed him the pile back with a ticket on top listing the number of pants and shorts, and said, "Dressing room one, please, sir!"

"Thanks."

He walked through the archway behind her, then stopped a second to determine where room one was. He turned left and walked to the end of the short hallway, only to find that the first room was room two. He looked around a corner to his left again and found room one off by itself. He opened the door and went it. It was a large room with a floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the door and enough room to step back and see whatever outfit you were trying on. There was enough s.p.a.ce that Genie could enter without b.u.mping into him, or at least he didn't feel her.

Genie? No answer.

"Genie?" Still no answer. He shrugged. Perhaps she had decided to stay outside, after all, maybe to investigate the clerk a bit further or something else interesting.

He removed his oversized belt and shorts, muttering a mild oath as he realized he had forgotten to get a new belt to try on. Oh well, he would probably wear one of the new pairs of shorts out if they fit ok anyway, so he'd just find a belt to try on as he made his way to the register.

He was getting ready to bend over and step into his new underwear when he felt something grasp his now semi soft c.o.c.k. He gasped and looked down to see and feel his c.o.c.k invisibly lifted away from his legs, then felt a soft, gentle hand start to slowly stoke it.

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"Genie?" No response, but it had to be her, although when he reached down to try to find her invisible body, there was nothing there, just the feeling of ghostly fingers stroking him. "Can you at least make sure we don't get caught?" Nothing.

It was an incredibly erotic and surreal experience, this ghostly hand job. He could actually see the skin of his now rock-hard c.o.c.k moving under her exquisite touch. He experimented by wrapping his hand around the base of his c.o.c.k. The ghostly hand pa.s.sed through his own as if it wasn't there, and he could feel the stroking of his c.o.c.k under his hand, while his fingers felt the skin of his c.o.c.k move. Slightly freaked, he quickly removed his hand.