It is a cool, early autumn evening and Debbie is at home relaxing on the couch. Flicking through television channels she sighs, “Why is there never anything to watch?”

“What’s that?” calls Amy. Amy is Debbie’s temporary flat mate, having moved in when she broke up with her boyfriend. Amy walks into the room wearing a short dress, barely covering her knickers, and tying up her hair.

Debbie’s eyes widen, “There’s… just never anything on,” she says, without taking her eyes off of Amy, “at least nothing I want to watch.” A voice in her head reminds her of what she would like to watch, and it involves Amy.

“You look great Amy, going out again?”

“Yep, I think tonight is the night I find myself a rebound.” Debbie crosses her legs as she feels her groin throb, dreaming of the image of Amy getting fucked hard which flashes across her mind. Amy walks out of the room to continue getting ready, leaving behind a gentle and sweet aroma of perfume. Debbie gasps and closes her eyes before breathing in as much as she can, imagining brushing her face close to her flat mate’s perfumed chest.

Debbie gets up to fetch a piece of chocolate from the kitchen. Perhaps this will make an evening of channel hopping and nothingness wane away a little faster. Coming out of the kitchen she sees Amy’s door ajar and a strip of light dancing across a figure moving inside. Creeping up to the door on tip-toe she can hear Amy rustling her dress inside. Putting her eye silently to the gap she watches Amy drop a new, even shorter dress over her slim figure. Debbie’s eyes linger on her pert little behind as the dress just about slips over it, covering all but the very tops of her long, tender thighs; or at least Debbie dreams them to be tender, having never touched or even brushed against them it was hard to tell.

Amy turns. She is sure she saw movement behind the crack. “It must just be Debbie walking past to go to the bathroom,” she thinks to herself. Debbie has gone to the bathroom but is now sitting on the edge of the bath with her trousers and panties round her ankles, legs shaking. She isn’t touching herself but damn well wants to, she just needs to cool off her throbbing pussy and for some reason thinks baring it to the cool air will help. If only this wasn’t turning her on even more. “I can wait until Amy goes out and make all the mischief I want.”

Coming out of her bedroom Amy almost walks straight into Debbie walking back from the bathroom. Debbie stops abruptly and feels the hem of Amy’s tiny dress brush her hand, the smell of Amy’s perfume and a sudden feeling of intimacy makes her linger, close to Amy, almost feeling her breath. Debbie shudders and wishes she was back in the bathroom, cooling off. Without moving away, Amy turns to Debbie. “Right, I’m going out now and I may not be back till tomorrow, or if I am, I may not be alone. I apologise in advance if I wake you.” Amy beams a grin at Debbie, hugs her tightly, turns and walks out the door to meet her friends and possibly a rebound man. Debbie stands motionless, a small bead of come sliding down her leg. Her panties lay scrunched in the washing basket in the bathroom.

Debbie lies back on the couch and slides her hand into her trousers. Touching her pussy she feels her heat and wetness. Breathing deeply she pulls her hand out and picks up the television remote, “I have all evening to play with myself, no need to rush,” she thinks.

Amy is in a cab with her friends. They are squeezed into the back, legs pressing against each other, giggling and looking forward to the night ahead. They are heading to a new bar in town which is offering cheap drinks and for Amy, the possibility for a hard man with an even harder cock.

Arriving at the bar the girls jump out of the cab, throwing small bills and cheeky kisses to the driver. Entering the bar, two girls head straight to get drinks and the other two run to get a table. “He looks great!” Brenna shouts to Amy over the loud music, pointing to a muscular man standing chatting to a young attractive girl by the bar. All the girls know why Amy is out tonight and all want to help her achieve her aims. “It’s too early,” grins Amy, “no need to rush.”

As the bar gets busier, the amount of attractive men increases and Amy finds herself alone at the girls table, her friends off being chatted up having forgotten about her. Taking a long drag of her drink and a quick look around, she notices a broad, handsome, intense looking man gazing at her from across the room and smiling, he starts to walks over.

Debbie sits up on the couch, switching off the television. Having tried to pretend to herself that she could control her urges, she has realised that she can’t any longer. With naughty thoughts streaming through her head she stands up and walks, gingerly, into Amy’s room.

“It smells so good in here,” Debbie thinks to herself as she sits on the edge of Amy’s bed. Looking around, she spots a pair of Amy’s panties on a chair and remembers seeing the pattern on them covering Amy’s bottom before she went out, “Did Amy change her underwear as well?” Picking them up Debbie feels the thin cotton and instantly the image of herself pulling them down over Amy’s legs flits across her mind. The thought of what she might be uncovering by doing this forces her to sit down on the bed again. As she lies back on the bed, Debbie sniffs in Amy’s natural smell off of her bed sheets. “How I would love to spend a night in this bed,” she thinks as she closes her eyes and slips and hand into her trousers.

Having finished with small talk a while ago, Amy and her handsome man are sat at her table, flirting heavily. Swirling her straw around her lips Amy asks, “So what should I expect if I were to open up your trousers tonight?” Her man smiles and looks down at his crotch, as Amy giggles he reaches slowly for her hand, takes it, and moves it to his thigh. Guiding her hand up his leg she squeezes and feels the tip of his erect cock lining his thigh. She gasps. He’s big. Taking control herself, she moves her hand further up and gives another squeeze. A long, thick cock awaits her. Downing her drink, she grabs his hand and pulls him to the exit and into a cab.

Debbie lays on her front on Amy’s bed, two fingers in her wet pussy, breathing Amy’s natural smell off of her pillow. Bucking backwards and forwards, rubbing her clit against her palm, her legs tense and shaking she brings herself closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. Debbie has her trousers round her ankles and her bare ass writhing and clenched in the air. Being so involved in herself she doesn’t hear the car pull up outside the house, nor does she hear Amy’s voice telling her man what she wants him to do to her. Only when Amy fits her key to the lock on the front door does Debbie react. “FUCK!”

Debbie jumps up, forgetting her trousers are round her ankles and falls back onto the bed, bouncing sideways and onto the floor. She pulls them up and rushes to the bedroom door, heart pounding and breathing heavily, scared. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Amy is leading her man into the house and there is no way for Debbie to leave the bedroom without being seen. Frantically searching the room for a place to hide she notices she has left a small damp patch on the bed, not that there is anything she can do about it. Spotting the open door of the large built in wardrobe Debbie rushes over to it and has just finished closing the door behind her as Amy is carried into the room by her, now shirtless, athlete of a man. Lips and tongues entwined the pair fall onto the bed. Amy notices a cold, wet feeling on her back in the middle of the bed but is too desperate to rip the trousers off her guy to care.

Silently gasping in the wardrobe, Debbie shakes as she sits on the floor, clutching her knees. She can hear Amy groaning but has no idea what is going on. Every now and again she hears a man’s moan and after a long couple of minutes she can’t take not knowing any longer. She presses her eye to the edge of the wardrobe door but with the door being made of thick wood, she can’t see anything but the other side of the room. The man’s moaning gets louder and Debbie becomes more desperate to view what is happening. Nudging the door open gently, she sees the side of the man’s bare bottom and legs as he stands. Pushing the door further she sees the side of Amy’s face, her eyes closed, with the man’s long thick cock moving in and out of her mouth.

Debbie’s eyes widen even further and her lust for Amy grows. Sliding this man’s cock in and out of her mouth she looks so sexy, and from his expression, she looks experienced. Thoughts of Amy giving blow jobs to multiple men begin turning Debbie on again, having almost forgotten what she was doing earlier to get herself in this situation. Looking around, Debbie finds one of Amy’s shoes and wedges the wardrobe door open where it is so she doesn’t need to hold it; she needs both hands for what she’s planning.

Amy pulls this big, hard cock out of her mouth and looks up. Smiling down at her is her new catch and she buries his cock in her mouth once again. Suddenly, he grabs the back of her head and pulls her onto his cock. She wasn’t expecting this but she loves it. She swallows hard on his cock and eventually he releases her. She squeezes his cock hard in her hand and stands up, turning around; she rubs his wet cock on her bare bottom, only her thong baring his way to her inviting openings. Debbie’s fingers are as wet as his cock, thrusting deep into her pussy she watches him bend her forward onto the bed and spank her ass. Amy squeals and wriggles under his heavy hand but Debbie can see a wild streak in her and a smirk across her face.

Bucking her ass up into the air, Amy turns her head and orders the man to take her thong off of her. He does as he is told but goes further, burying his face between her cheeks, licking her wet pussy and rubbing a thumb over her tight little asshole making her gasp with excitement.

Debbie almost gasps herself, admiring Amy who, until now, she thought had been a reasonably innocent girl. Debbie has two fingers in her pussy now, rubbing her palm on her clit again but now gently teasing her own asshole with her other hand, copying what she can see this man doing to her flat mate. The man continues to lick Amy’s pussy, every now and again flicking to her asshole to get a taste of its hot innocence. It has never been fucked before but tonight it will be.

Amy catches a glimpse of movement and glances towards her wardrobe, “Fuck! His finger is in my ass!” she thinks frantically. All thought of movement is gone. Amy has gently toyed with her ass before but not felt anything like this; she relaxes as his finger slides deep into her ass, wet from her pussy. Amy moans. “That feels great, fuck me with that finger!” she orders. He does as he is told and starts to thrust his finger in and out of her ass, teasing her pussy with his thumb. He adds another finger and Amy relaxes to accommodate it. This is a new feeling but fucking hell it feels good. In the wardrobe, Debbie has two fingers in her pussy and two in her ass. She has played with her ass a lot and knows she loves it.

The man stands up and Debbie sees his incredible cock standing erect. He spanks Amy’s tight little ass again and grabs his cock, two fingers still in Amy’s ass. She turns her head, trying to figure out what he’s going to do next but she doesn’t care, as long as that cock is involved. Debbie is fighting her own urges to burst into the room and onto that cock but she knows she won’t, she is having far too much fun watching her flat mate. Pointing his cock down and positioning himself behind Amy, the man teases the opening of Amy’s pussy with the tip of his cock. He can feel how hot and wet she is and simply can’t help himself any longer. He thrusts his cock deep inside her and grinds his fingers into her ass again at the same time. Amy’s eyes widen again, she opens her mouth and breathes in deeply. Feeling him deep in both of her holes is exactly what she needs.

Debbie’s thighs are shaking. Kneeling in the wardrobe fucking her pussy and ass with her fingers is taking her close to the edge, and seeing what she can see is pushing her even closer. Not only is her body shaking, but she is breathing in starts and gasps. She is sure the couple can hear her but then again, Amy is moaning so loudly now, there’s no way.

“That is a big cock!” thinks Amy. It’s completely filling her up and she fucking loves it. Backing up and grinding on it she feels it thrust in and out of her. Continuing to fuck her she bites down on her bed sheets, tasting the damp patch she noticed earlier. It tastes good, almost familiar. She has little time to think what it could be however as she feels his fingers leaving her asshole. “Oh no, put them back in!” she moans. “I’ve got something better,” he says as he pulls his hard cock out of her pussy. His cock dripping with her wetness he touches the tip to her tight little asshole. Amy gasps, she knows what’s coming and she wants it.

Amy reaches behind her and spreads her buttocks. Debbie, with her eye pressed against the wardrobe opening, watches that long, thick cock slowly disappearing into Amy’s little ass. Hearing deep groans from Amy lets Debbie know she is enjoying it and Debbie bends forwards in the wardrobe and pushes a third finger into her own ass, wanting to feel what Amy is feeling.

“FUCK YES!” screams Amy. The man is pumping her asshole hard; thrusting his hard cock in and out of her Amy comes and comes and comes. A loud, deep grunt from the man and a heavy final thrust makes Amy gasp as he fills her ass with his hot come. Debbie collapses on the floor of the wardrobe, arms shaking, buttocks clenched, pussy hot and tensing as she comes again and again and again. Slowly she pulls her fingers from her pussy and ass as the man pulls his spent cock out of Amy’s ass. Amy collapses on the bed, legs spread wide and come dripping from her asshole, not a care in the world. Debbie watches him dress as Amy lays there, she watches him looking at her and smiling, seeing his come on her ass. The man grabs Amy’s eyeliner pencil from her table and writes his phone number on her leg, spanks her ass, and leaves.

Watching from the wardrobe, Debbie decides Amy has passed out and makes a move to leave. Pulling her trousers up over her swollen pussy, she gently pushes the door open and creeps past Amy. She can’t help herself but take a long look at Amy’s fucked asshole; that is until Amy rolls over. Amy spots another glimpse of movement outside her bedroom door. “Was Debbie watching me again? I do hope so.”

In Part 1 of “Jasmin wears the pants” our hero is fascinated by a woman and in the end of the chapter he is waiting in front of her door just wearing his briefs. Thank you very much for all the positive feedback. I really appreciate the praise. Once again people who don’t like TG stories and or are under aged shouldn’t read on. All rights are reserved. If somebody wants to publish this story somewhere else please contact me first. I will start the new chapter with the last sentence of the first Part.

I started to cry again but now of relief, slowly knelt down and knocked at the door. Yes, it was time to start my new life. To my utter surprise nothing happened. I waited there on my knees and all I heard was silence. I felt pearls of sweat forming on my forehead. She didn’t have me come up going through the humiliation at the entrance having somebody calling me Miss and then not letting me in. What if somebody came out of that elevator and saw me just in my briefs kneeling in front of a door? I’d die on the spot. No, don’t let that happen to me.

Easily five minutes passed and still nothing. I started to doubt myself again. What was I doing here anyway? This situation was unbearable but one look at my briefs I knew why I wasn’t getting up, dress and walk away but to knock again. Oh yes, I still had a hard on. I couldn’t believe it and it was then I heard footsteps, heels clicking on a wooden floor approaching the door. Could it ever get more embarrassing? I waiting on my knees with a hard on without ever touching myself and now Jasmin was going to open the door any moment.

The lock opened. I held my breath. The door sprung open. I bowed my head and looked at the ground, and to my chagrin, my hard on was not wilting. Still I spoke the words which I hope would open Jasmins treasure chest.

“Here I am Master Jasmin to begin my new life.”

She didn’t answer at first but walked behind me. I felt her touch my hair. With a surprisingly strong grip she pulled my ponytail down while she bent lightly forward so I came to face her.

“You walked away and made me wait. You have been a bad boy or should I say bad girl? Tell me what should I say. Are you a bad boy or a bad girl Gaarryy?”

Still holding my ponytail tightly in her hands she looked at me with a stern face. God, this look made her even more beautiful then remembering her from last night. A million thoughts were rushing through my head in milliseconds. I had to choose the right words.

“I, I,” I stuttered.

“What is it? Tell me now,” she calmly said but with an edge in her voice which let me almost shiver.

“I, I, err, I was a bad girl Master Jasmin. I am really sorry. Please forgive me.”

She looked in my eyes and I could see her eyes lost the almost steely shimmer and then a little smile appeared on her face.

“You know you need to get punished. Don’t you?”

“But, but, you punished me already,” I stammered.

She laughed at me.

“Oh I know. I let you wear a ponytail. Oh yes, that was quite a punishment. How harsh of me.”

I almost moaned. It wasn’t fair.

“It was humiliating. I got called Miss.”

“Ok, I let that pass. Still you need to get punished, but not for making me wait but for your embarrassing little tent in your briefs.”

If she wouldn’t have held my ponytail so tight I simply would have sunk to the floor. Tears formed in my eyes.

“You love the humiliation, don’t you? It is obvious,” she said.

I almost shouted.

“No. It is embarrassing and I can’t stand it anymore.”

My tears ran down my cheeks.

“So what do you want do? Run away? Oh no, you love it. Quit fooling yourself. Your little fever thermometer in your briefs knows it better,” she insisted.

With that she lifted her foot and rubbed lightly over my embarrassing erection. I moaned.

“Soo sensitive, soo girly,” she laughed.

“Come on in now.”

I wanted to get up but she held me fast on my ponytail so I didn’t have a chance but to crawl on all fours following her inside. She walked to her kitchen where she let go of my hair and took out of a drawer a black garbage bag.

“Take the bag and put your clothes inside. Also your briefs. Then come back and follow me to the bathroom.”

With just slight hesitation I got up, went to the door, opened it and picked up my clothes. It took me a bit longer and quite a bit of hesitation to put my clothes in the garbage bag. What would she do with them? She wouldn’t throw them? What about my briefs? No, I won’t take them off. She couldn’t make me. I walked back to the kitchen. She looked at me, her eyebrows narrowed and her face looked angry.

“Gee, are you dumb or do you really need to be punished? You can’t even follow the smallest of orders. You know the rules. I wear the pants. You want to be together with me, don’t you?”

Now I felt even more embarrassed. I nodded.

“So you do want to be with me. Then do as I say. There is no other way. Now drop the briefs and put them also in the bag. Then follow me to the bathroom.”

She sensed my embarrassment, obviously relented, turned around and started walking. I got all my courage together and started to pull down my briefs. Finally standing naked inside of the apartment of a woman whom until yesterday night hadn’t known or even thought of getting to know. I quickly walked after her with one hand in front of my penis and thus keeping the least little modesty.

She stood in front of the open bathroom door. It seemed like a hall to me, simply huge.

“Check your bubble bath I had prepared for you. Probably by now the water has cooled off already so you can make it right. Soak in it until I knock on the door. Then you take the depilatory cream, put it all over your body, except your pubic hair, I’ll take care of that later, but otherwise everything comes off beneath your head. Understood?”

I nodded. “Yes, Master Jasmin.”

Slowly I walked to the huge bathtub which easily could hold several people. I was lucky the water was still warm enough. It must have been really hot when she let it in. The smell reminded me of my late mother’s roses. She loved to have Baccarat roses in her garden, spending hours pampering them until they made people stop in their tracks admiring them and chatting with her. Finally I sank in. Oh what a feeling. I hadn’t have a bubble bath since my childhood when we kids had often to get together in the tub and I had to share it more often than not with my younger sister.

Of course I didn’t like it because she wanted to have the same bubble bath like her older sister. So I tried to skip my bath as often as possible by not messing around but my mother insisted that I kept as clean as possible finding myself smelling like a little flower. My mother used to tease me a few times like saying ‘Oh I love my little flower’ when drying me and my hair.

Now I was luxuriating inside the tub losing track of the time when all of a sudden I heard a knock on the door.

“Get out of it and put on the cream. We need to get you ready for our shopping trip,” I heard Jasmin saying.

Dutifully I got out, drying myself with a fluffy yellow towel. Hmm, how soft. Then I started to rub the cream all over my body. Well, except over my privates. Yes, I could follow orders I thought to myself. She doesn’t have to humiliate me like that. I am not dumb, not at all. After waiting for quite a while and my skin starting to tingle and even slightly burn I stepped into the shower and washed the cream off. I didn’t want to look at myself really but simply couldn’t avoid it. Of course my hair was gone. No more hairy arms or legs, no chest hair. It was weird but weirder was the fact that my bush around my penis stood out as if not belonging there. What a contrast. I gasped. It looked ugly all of a sudden and just didn’t look right on my now smooth body. Inside I hoped she’d really do something about it. Once again I toweled myself dry and shouted to Jasmin I was ready. The door opened.

“Ok, let me have a look. Take your hands away; there is nothing I haven’t seen yet. So don’t be too modest.”

Slowly I let my hands fall to my sides and she inspected me, walking around and checked my back.

“You did a really good Job. You must be quite flexible to reach all those spots in the back. Now to your pubic hair. I will trim and shave them to my liking. Ok?”

“Yes, Master Jasmin. I must admit I watched myself after being dry out of curiosity and found the hair all of a sudden quite ugly.”

She smiled at me. “Then you will be please with the result when I am done. First of all I will trim the hair really short, and then shave you balls completely bald and finally I will shave your pubic hair in such a way that it says S I S S Y. Before you start any complain, this is my punishment for having me wait, for having a tent in your briefs and for not following my order to put your briefs in the bag.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. Oh my God, this couldn’t be true. I would never be able to undress in front of anybody again.

“Please, no.”

“No discussion. This is your punishment. Take it like a girl. You can cry but not complain.”

I did, the tears which had been welling up in my eyes flowed now freely while she got busy. At her first touch down there my penis once again sprang to life.

“We can’t have that. Definitely not now.”

In quick succession she delivered three hard blows on my quickly wilting penis. I don’t know was it out of fear or pain but my cock almost disappeared inside of my bush. She stopped in her tracks and stepped away from me.

“Oh my, how cute. Hmm, maybe I should leave your bush as big as it is because from far you look almost like you have no cock at all. No, after all you need to get your punishment.”

Back to work she trimmed my hair, shaved them off and like a landscape artist she shaped my pubic hair above my penis into the dreaded word S I S S Y.

“There we go. At first I wanted to do a little heart but that is common these days among sissies at least. So I came up with a different design. Hope you like it. It really suits you. I expect you to keep like this for the foreseeable future. Maybe later we go for a different design. Hmm, we may do this then in a beauty parlor. Oh that gives me a good idea. We will have the letters colored later on. How do you like that? You can chose the colors if you wish.”

I moaned. “Please no.”

“Oh don’t be such a party pooper. It will be great I promise. Maybe the girls there can contribute with more ideas to make you more feminine.”

With that she held up panties. My first panties, ever. I looked at her like a deer caught in a cars headlights. I gulped.

“Come on. These are panties, they don’t bite. Besides, they cover pubic hair.”

Now what a logic. My briefs could do that too.

“Couldn’t I wear, I mean, my briefs, please?”

“Do you see them anywhere around. I thought we had passed this point already. After all there is sissy even written on you. Why wouldn’t you wear panties then? A sissy simply wouldn’t feel right without her panties.”

Wouldn’t it ever end? My voice was almost shrill, high pitched as if just entering puberty.

“I am no sissy. No. No. No.”

She looked at me with an incredulous face, then shaking her head laughing her heart out.

“I am sorry, hahaha. I am sorry. Oh my God, my stomach hurts. You are no sissy? You are no sissy? That is one of the best jokes I have heard in a long time. Hahaha. Look at you. You are here, naked, bare of hair, not even under your arms or in the crack of your butt, having the word S I S S Y written over your cock and you are no sissy? Hahaha.”

Tears were rolling down her face. I looked at her and it came over me once again like a wave. She was right, completely right. She held out the yellow lace panties with little bows at the leg openings. Oh my God. Did they have to be soo feminine the first time? I gingerly stepped in and she drew them up over my smooth legs. Just before she placed them over my hips she pushed my balls up inside and tuck my penis back into the folds of the panties.

“There we go. Finally I have you pantied. It took long enough.”

The rest went without a hitch. The damn was broken. Like a doll I let her put on clothes. The panties were followed by an equally lacy yellow camisole. Afterwards she produced some black stay up stockings which completely melted me inside. Involuntarily I started rubbing my legs together. She giggled.

“Somebody can’t help herself.”

Her fingers danced slowly over my stockinged legs and it drove me crazy. My penis swelled and if it hadn’t been tucked away it certainly would have escaped its lacy prison.

“Hmm, isn’t that a lovely feeling sweet girl?”

With my eyes half close all I could do was nod. Lost in space. Why did this feel soo good? Why didn’t I try on my older sisters clothes when I was young? A stranger had to appear and wake up these feelings? I quickly opened my eyes. No, I wasn’t dreaming. This was really happening. I was standing in lace panties, camisole and stockings in front of a beautiful woman who loved to turn her man into a girl. I almost laughed out loud. What man was I to allow this to happen? Above all in record time. Definitely not much of a man at all.

“Now I have a little surprise for you. Your outer wear will be your own clothes. This is for being such a good girl. So get your stuff out of the bag and off we go. Oh, before I forget it, no socks over the stockings.”

Happily I went to the bag, got my clothes out and was dressed in no time. God it felt good to hide the embarrassing feminine underwear. I checked my pant legs and found they covered the stockings completely. So also no danger from this part. Still I was dreading our shopping trip. What did she say we were going to buy: Pink panties, pink bra, black garter belt and black stockings, pink blouse, black back zipper pants, black open toe pumps and a black jacket, definitely femininely tailored to suit the outfit.

“Oh, one more little thing before we go. Just sit on the chair. I will do your hair.”

“Err, what, what do you want to do with my hair. Isn’t it staying in a ponytail?”

“No dear. I have a better idea. Sit down.”

The longer she worked the more my face got flushed. It couldn’t be. Was she a witch? I mean it wasn’t possible but she made me look like on older image of my younger sister how I always remembered her. Her hair in the front down to her eyebrows, the rest parted in two and braided at both sides secured with a little bow. I had the hair-do of a ten year old girl. Incredulously I shook my head as soon as she had my braids secured with little yellow bows.

“No, no, no, you can’t do that to me. I can’t go out like that. Who are you? Who are you? I look like my younger sister. This is crazy.”

“Calm down sweetie. Calm down. Don’t forget you have been in the bath tub for quite a while and I have had the chance to have a good and long look at your wallet. Don’t you remember you have a picture in there, obviously when you were a kid. You together with a girl and I thought her hair-do would be cute on you and it really does. I bet you were jealous of her long braids. You too wanted to have them, don’t you? Oh, you are like an open book. I mean who would carry a picture from his childhood with her showing you with your sister. Come on, be happy I found this picture. You want to have braids.”

I broke down and sobbed. She held me in her arms.

“It is all good. Let it all out girl.”

After having calmed down I shook my head again. The braids touched my cheeks.

“Please, would you please make it just one braid if you insist on me having braids. It would look more adult. Right now I look like a man with a little girl’s hair-do. It is too embarrassing. Please.”

She stroked my hair and relented.

“Ok, a French braid then it is.”

After having it done she lightly kissed me on my cheeks. My hair were so tightly braided that I thought I felt every wisp of hair.

“Now we are ready to go. Hmm, you are my little yellow flower. Your panties and camisole are yellow and now your French braid is held by a yellow bow. Hmm, I think to think about a new name for you. Gary doesn’t suit you anymore being more girly every minute. I’ll think about it.”

She had the guy at the front desk call a Taxi for us and soon we were on our way to a big mall. Getting out of the Taxi we walked to the entrance. I hesitated.

“Don’t worry. It will be fun. All girls love to shop.”

I looked at her not knowing what to do. Then I heard a voice from behind.

“Oh what a cute French braid.”

Instinctively I turned around and looked at several young girls. They started to giggle.

“My god, it is a man. Haha, or so we thought. What a sissy!”

Giggling they rushed past me and Jasmin. In complete shock Jasmin pulled me also inside and walked towards the first stores. I simply led it happen feeling like a zombie waking up when Jasmin held a pink blouse right in front of me.

“Doesn’t that look cute on you. Let’s try it on to see if it fits.”

She pulled me towards the changing rooms. I stopped. These were changing rooms, but women’s changing rooms.

“I can’t go in there. They won’t let me in there.”

“Don’t worry. I will take care of that.”

Jasmin went ahead and had a quick word with a woman who then let us take the first stall on the far end of the changing area. Jasmin ushered me in and handed me the blouse. I refused. I just couldn’t believe to be in the women’s changing area.

“How on earth is it possible for me to get inside of here?”

“Calm down, will you. I told the woman you were a transsexual and I was a social worker helping you the first time being out in public. Having a look at your French braid had her convinced.”

“You, you, you told her I was a transsexual? I can’t believe it. Why are you doing this to me? I am out of here, right now.”

She held my arm and got stern.

“We have gotten so far already. You are out in public wearing a very feminine French braid. You are wearing panties and camisole underneath your men’s clothes. Stop making such a fuss. Put on the blouse now. I want to see whether I found the right fit for you.”

“I can’t do this anymore. I really can’t. It is too much for me, a transsexual. Me, a transsexual.”

I shook my head but Jasmin insisted. She started to unbutton my shirt.

“We can’t stop now. What would the woman think? I told her you would model it as a little thank you for letting you in this changing area. Come on, you can do it.”

Finally I grabbed it from her, took off my own shirt and slipped my arms inside of the blouse. Jasmin stepped close to me and helped with the buttons.

“Don’t be afraid. Everything will be alright. It fits you perfect. Now lets show it to the nice woman.”

She opened the door, took my hand and literally dragged me out.

“Hello Miss. My friend Greta is ready. She wants to show you her new blouse.”

I blushed over both ears when the woman appeared. Her name tag read Mandy. She wore a big smile on her face.

“Oh I can’t tell how I admire your courage. You know to become a woman. How long have you been dressing? I bet you are wearing girl clothes since childhood.”

She really believed I was a transsexual. I didn’t know what to say.

“I, I, err, I am sorry. I am nervous. It is my first time out in public.”

“Yes, I can see that sweetie. It is obviously a big step and like I said I admire your courage, especially like you still look so much like a man. That must be really difficult for you. At first I thought you were a sissy. I spotted you immediately when you came into the store. You know I can spot them all. We have lots of sissies buying here. You know it is not my cup of tea but hey who I am to complain. They bring good business and that is all what counts for me. So, thank you for modeling this blouse for me.”

Jasmin practically interrupted her.

June 2018
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