The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Fifteen

Once again, Chris followed Cristina and her mother through the mall. The harrowing ordeal of lingerie exhibition was over, and, true to her word, the woman had purchased the black, satin set for him. It was packed nicely in one of the three boxes Cristina was currently pawing through with her mother. He had no idea what was in the other two. All he knew was that he was again wearing the white bra and panties under his outer clothing. This was much more preferable to the constricting corset set, of course. "Well, how do you like that, Chris?" Cristina’s mom brought him out of his reverie. "The store’s manager was so impressed with the volume of business you brought in by standing out front, she gave you two other nice outfits to take with us!" "Very nice ones!" Cristina chimed in. "I hope you’ll let me borrow one of them." Chris nodded, saying she could have all of them. "Oh, no!" she replied. "They’re yours, Chrissy. You can model them for me later!"

Chris sighed deeply and kept following them, wishing this day would end. They wound up going into a large department store. The two blondes were chatting about getting a new outfit or two. Chris mumbled it wasn’t as if she didn’t have more than enough of them already. "Is that so, Chrissy?" Cristina stood with her hands on her hips. "I was going to let you enjoy the rest of the mall without any more humiliation, seeing as you were a good sport at Frederick’s Secret. But, now …" She trailed off, looking toward her mother. The other blonde just shrugged apologetically. "It’s her show, young man," she told him at his pleading look. "Well," Cristina deliberated, "Since you were a good sport, not to mention so adorable … And, since I did promise to make it up to you …" Chris began to sigh in relief of the expected dismissal of her prior thought. "We’ll just get you a new outfit, too!" she concluded. Chris choked mid-sigh.

With a small stomp of her foot, Cristina turned around and walked straight into the Junior Miss department. Her mother grabbed Chris’ arm and dragged him along, patting his hand soothingly. Cristina was making a show of searching through a rack of clothing, metal screeches and clicks of the hangers echoing through the area. A young sales girl came up and asked if she could help them. "I dunno," Cristina said offhandedly, "I was just looking for a new outfit. And I …" She stopped in mid-sentence, staring at Chris. "Mom! Did you know Chris is wearing my shorts again?!? I just noticed!" The blonde girl acted with righteous indignation as her mother held Chris out at arm’s length to inspect him and his attire. She made a show a shaking her head and sighing, clucking her tongue at him. "I think if he wants to wear my clothes so much, we should get him some of his own!" Cristina complained. "Will that be a problem?" she asked the sales girl.

 

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