Today, we were going out to get me some new clothes.Today, we were going out to get me some new clothes. I had lost so much weight that nothing fit. "Are you ready, Honey?" I made my slow way to the back door. Sheila was already seated in the car. I slid in and she pulled out of the long driveway. "I brought along a couple of things of juice to drink on the road", Sheila announced. I took the juice box. The straw was already in. Sheila was greedily sucking down on her's. I tried mine. It tasted good but as I got to the bottom a chemical aftertaste crept into my mouth. Never sell, I thought, and gave it no mind. We were walking along through the mall and as we passed a woman's clothing store, Sheila turned in. "Hey, aren't we supposed to be shopping for me?" "Come here, Sweetie, and be quiet." Obediently, I turned in and stood next to her, my lips sealed. What the Hell was going on? "Miss, I want to purchase some jeans and stirrup pants, all in pastels. Matching tops and accessories." "Yes, Ma'am", replied the salesgirl. "What size are you?" "Oh, they're not for me. They're for my friend here. I found him fooling around and his punishment is to be dressed like a girl for a month." The salesgirl exploded into giggles but scurried around fetching a mound of pale shades. Helpless, I could only watch. "Sweetie, I want you to go into the dressing room and take off all your clothes." I stood naked and cowering before the mirror in the ladies dressing room. At Sheila's instruction, I pulled the lacy thong panties up my thin legs and allowed her to slip a teddie over my slim chest. Next came opaque white pantyhose and black spandex stirrup pants. I slipped my arms into the back-buttoning white satin, stock-tied blouse and the little pastel pink bolero jacket. |