Sally - The New Saturday Girl

by Sally Stephanie

    

With ten minutes before the store opened I walked across the staff room and stood in front of the full-length mirror, the sound of my 4" beige court shoes clicking as my feet hit the wooden flooring.

My perfectly made up face stared back, the bright fuchsia lipstick highlighting my lips, as I had never imaged possible. I could not help glancing at the matching polish on my fingernails. Not bad.. for a man.

The navy pinstripe skirt suit was close fitting, the skirt finished just above my knees and had only a small walking vent at the back so smaller steps were essential.

I flicked the collar of my white satin blouse out and smoothed it down over the lapels of the jacket.

My shoulder-length cut was a new look. I used a hand to brush the hair behind my newly pierced ears. Small gold earrings glinted in the light and these matched the chain round my neck and the bracelet and watch on my wrist.

The glossy nude hold ups gave my legs a shine that was enhanced by the shop lighting and I did feel good – I had to admit that.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wondered how I came to be in this situation….

 

Thursday…

It was late night shopping one Thursday evening and I was determined that this was the night I was going to buy myself a first skirt. This might not be any big deal but you have to remember that I am a man.

My love of female clothing was difficult to suppress but until now I had managed to stop from actually going into a shop and buying something. But my downfall was the most gorgeous skirt I had ever seen in one of the window displays. A black leather pencil skirt that I knew I just had to have. I had already spent several trips just to walk past the window and glance at the skirt.

 

So, now I was approaching the front entrance to the shop. It was close to shutting time but there were still a few women inside browsing. I walked past one of the assistants as she stood by the door and made my way over to where the skirt was hanging (I had made a note on one of my glances inside to see exactly where the skirts were displayed) the shorter time I spent inside the easier it would be.

The quality of the leather was good and I lifted up a size 16 from the rail. It was the only one left so now I knew I had to buy it. The ticket said £50 but I had the cash so all I had to do take it to the cash desk.

The shop was now empty of customers except for me. This would make the task easier. I handed over the skirt to the women behind the till. She took it and gave me a look. Her lapel badge said she was the manager and I could see why.

She scanned the bar code through the till. "Would you like the hanger?"

I mumbled a "yes please" and she put the hanger into the bag. Lifting up the skirt she looked across at me.

"This is 16 – does it fit?" As she said this she stepped from behind the till and placed the skirts against my waist. I was speechless.

By now the two shop assistants had joined her. She motioned that one of them lock the door then she looked at me "I'm sure you'd like to try this on. There's no point in having to bring it back tomorrow for a refund is there? And I know it is for you – I've noticed you passing by here every day so don't give me any of those 'it's for my girlfriend stories".

My embarrassment was getting worse by the second – this was not part of the plan. She indicated that I should join her at the changing rooms "Come on lets see how it looks – oh Cindy see if you can't find a nice pair of heels for our young man – I'd suggest an 8 if we have that size".

The shop girls giggled and went off to the shoe department in search of heels.

The manager ordered me to get my trousers off. "And you shoes and socks while you're at it dear", she smirked. I did as she asked and was soon standing there with only a black t-shirt on "My I see you're already wearing girls things" she said as she held the skirt out for me. "Come on step in then" she said.

I stepped into the skirt and she adjusted the waist then zipped me up. It was a good fit. She told me to turn around so she could check for herself. The hem ended just on the top of my knees. "Not bad, not bad" she nodded.

Cindy entered the changing area holding a pair of enormously high multi striped sling back shoes" Here you are" she said handing the heels to the manager. The manager tutted "Well help the young man with his shoes Cindy dear – he's not going to bite you".

Cindy approached me with the shoes and asked me if I wanted to sit down while she tried the shoes on. I nodded and she then placed the first shoe on my foot. The pointed toes and the slim slender heel looked as the to walk in them would be impossible.

Cindy put the other shoe on and stood back "It would be better if he had some tights on" she remarked, "The shoes are a bit of a shove to get on".

The manager nodded "One thing at a time Cindy. Now stand up young man and let us see how you look in all your finery".

I stood up and noticed that my balance was not what I was used to. The heels were a little tight and I was not to willing to try and walk about in them

The manager allowed herself a smile "Walk then dear – you can't put shoes on and expect to stand still all day can you?" She motioned that I should walk across the changing area.

I took small steps as I made my way across the heavily varnished wooden floor. The skirt rubbed against my legs and felt fantastic. The click-clack from my heels also gave me a thrill.

After several minutes of this the manager told me to stop. There I was standing in the changing room of a women's clothes shop wearing a leather pencil skirt and high-heeled sling back shoes being watched by a woman and her two staff. They found it quite amusing.

The manager stepped forward. "Not bad but you'll have to improve if you're to work here". She watched as I took in what she had just said.

"Work here?" I asked.

"Yes – we're short of a Saturday girl and I'm sure you'll love spending your weekend dressed as a woman", she turned to her staff that were giggling with agreement. "It will save the company a fortune – you can get your wardrobe form here. I will supervise your transition and it will be a thorough one".

She pulled out a diary from her jacket pocket and began to scribble. "Your hair, makeup and deportment will be of the required standard at all times. Today is Thursday you will begin this Saturday."

I was handed the note she had been writing, "This is my home address, you will report there on Friday evening – early, there is a lot to be done before I can let you loose on the shop floor. It will save time if you arrive with your body hair removed, I want your legs smooth as satin so I suggest you get yourself home and get the razors out".

I was allowed to change back. She took the skirt off the shoes and me "I'll keep your skirt here in the meantime – don't worry you'll soon be wearing plenty of pretty clothes and sexy heels". She led me to the door "Cindy and Laura are so looking forward to you working with them – I'm going to let them think of a name for you".

 

Friday…

I arrived at the home of the manager just after six in the evening. She opened the door and was very casual dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. There was no makeup on her face and she looked quite ordinary and not so vicious as she had appeared on the previous evening.

Any hopes that this was all going to end as a joke were soon dashed. I had expected all three women to be there ready to have a laugh and say what a good sport I had been. But instead I was led through the house and straight upstairs to the bedroom.

Laid out on the bed was a wide selection of lingerie in different colours. A pink baby doll night set lay on the pillow. She smiled "That's for when you go to bed sweetheart – isn't it so cute?"

There were bras, briefs and body shapers. The wardrobe was opened sand I could see the clothes hanging inside were all female. Shoes were stored on the floor of the wardrobe.

"Well we best get started," she said. "Take you clothes off and put them in this bag" she handed me a bin bag and I knew there was nothing else to do but comply.

She went to the wardrobe and started selecting an outfit. "I hope you did as I said. We don't want you ruining your tights do we?"

I was now naked in front of the woman. She observed that I had indeed shaved very close and there was no sign of any on my chest, legs or arms.

"We can do your hair and makeup, then you can get dressed". She ran a hand through my hair "It's a little short at the moment so you can use a wig until it grows enough for you to get it styled properly, and you might benefit from a little colour change too".

For the next hour she went to work on my face. Plucking my eyebrows into a feminine shape.

Foundation, concealer, eyeshadows; the works. She worked quickly but was obviously skilled for when she had finished I had to admit I did look quite convincing.

Several coats of nail polish followed and finally a black bob style wig was then produced to complete what she said was the first part of my changeover. I was not to move my hands until the polish was dry.

Within the next half hour she dressed me in the most amazing clothes. A white suit with a fitted jacket and short skirt was teamed with white patent killer courts. I walked down the staircase very slowly but still almost went over on my ankle as I reached the bottom.

My figure was further feminised by wearing a skin coloured body shaper. It had padded bra cups and a very tight restriction around the waist area.

"You're legs are so gorgeous you won't need tights tonight" she complimented. "And we must look our best if we are going out to dinner" she grinned. I looked at her and she seen the look of horror on my face "We're meeting Cindy and Laura for a celebration meal – they've got a surprise for you" She told me to look in the mirror.

"Now, I have half an hour to instruct you in the finer points of being a woman so listen carefully"…

 

…We arrived at the location for the meal and were led to a table where Cindy and Laura sat waiting to see if I was going to show up. "My you are a pretty thing," gushed Cindy as she rose to meet me at the table "You are gorgeous and that suit!"

I sat down making sure I smoothed out the skirt so as not to crease it. The manger nodded in approval," You're learning".

Laura handed me an envelope "Go on open it" she smiled. I took the envelope in and used my deep red nails to open it. Inside there was a laminated badge, the same I had seen the women wear in the shop. This one said Sally – Sales Assistant. I looked up and Cindy started giggling, "Welcome Sally – we're going to have great fun working together".

The manger smiled back "Okay you girls, shall we eat? It's going to be busy day tomorrow. Sally you can stay with me tonight. I've already organised your outfit for and I think you're going to love it."

Cindy giggled, "I can't wait to see you tomorrow! And just you wait till I get you into a pair of boots – you're going to love it Sally".

Laura grinned, "Cindy does love her boots Sally", the manager nodded "She does indeed. And I'm going to put you in the shoe department Sally – that way you'll get to serve lots of women and have the chance to wear the best of our stock as well"

Cindy raised her wine glass "Here's to our new girl! I hope you're convincing because some of the girls who come into buy shoes are very demanding – and bitchy".

 

Saturday….

I was woken just after seven o'clock in the morning and ordered to take a shower. She handed me a bottle of hair colour "You can shampoo this in. It's not permanent but it will give me an idea as to what shade will suit you". The manager then told me to make sure I shaved extra close and that I was to hurry up. Fifteen minutes later I entered the bedroom to find my 'outfit' waiting for me.

The manager stood there in her bra and panties. She handed me a similar set and told me to put them on. A pair of beige hold up's were next "Take care you don't snag them mm girl". She stood me in front of the dressing room mirror "There aren't we pretty in our matching frillies?" she remarked. "You're going to find it so rewarding being a girl, especially when I introduce you to a proper corset" she said as she moved over to get the rest of my clothes "We can dress you first then I'll do your makeup – but you're going to have to get used to the idea of doing this for yourself very very soon".

I stood looking at my reflection and found it difficult to take in that here I was standing in women's underwear about to be dressed and made up so that I could work in a fashion store.

She handed me a white blouse which I buttoned up. She came over and undid the bottom and top two buttons. Then a black leather skirt (more sexy than the one I had attempted to buy) was given to me and she watched as I stepped into the garment and done up the zip. A pair of black court shoes followed and I noticed they were not quite so high as the white pair I had worn to the restaurant. I turned once more to view myself in the mirror.

"There doesn't that feel so good Sally? now sit down while we do something with that face of yours!"

I sat down and she went to work. "I'm going to give some volume to your hair Sally and I'll use long-lasting products on your face. You'll still have to touch up your lipstick though but don't worry" She got to work with the pencils and powders.

The colour scheme she chose was not as bold as last night's vampish reds but when I looked at myself in the mirror I almost gasped in amazement at how beautiful she had managed to make me look.

A little after 8.15 am we arrived at the shop. I could see the two sales girls watching in anticipation to see exactly how I turned up for my fist day at work. They both waved as I stepped gingerly out of the car and followed the manger to the front door.

Cindy opened the door and gasped, "Sally, wow girl you're going to knock them dead in that outfit sweetie!" I entered the store and immediately noticed that the two girls were very plainly dressed in short sleeve blouses and trousers. They wore flat shoes and very little makeup. I looked decidedly over-dressed compared to them.

The manager shook her head "Sorry Sally, you're first rule of working here is that you never get to wear trousers or flats – and don't dare turn up without a full makeup on"

I was led over to the staff room and shown where the kettle and fridge were. Cindy approached me and pinned the lapel badge on my blouse "We can't have the customers not knowing exactly who you are can we? You can go and get the milk from next door but remember to take smaller steps in those heels".

I was on my way to get the milk when Laura entered carrying a small handbag. "This is for you Sally, it's got some tissues, a lipstick, a mascara, some powder and a little bottle of "Allure" perfume. There's also a small purse with some change in it just in case". She handed the small black bag, then showed me how to place it on my shoulder. "That's how a girl should carry her bag" she gleamed.

The manger came into the staff room "come you girls, it'll soon be time to open up. Sally haven't you gone for the milk yet?" she rebuked me. Cindy interrupted "Don't worry Karen I was just telling Sally she being the junior will have to do all the trips to the shops for lunch and so on".

"Very well" replied the manager, whom I now knew was called Karen. It was the first time I had heard the staff call her by her name.

Cindy came forward "Karen, we've still got time to show Sally her outfit for tonight haven't we?" I stood waiting to find out this latest humiliation. Cindy turned to me "We all hit the town on a Saturday night, you're going to see a lot of the disco dance floor – but that doesn't mean you can steal all the guys though!"

The manager shook her head "No Cindy, there isn't time. You need to check the till and Sally has to go and get the milk. We'll keep it as a surprise. You love surprises don't you Sally?"

I nodded but the manager came over to me "You can speak girl can't you?"

"Yes"

She looked me in the eyes "Yes what?"

"Yes Karen I do like surprises".

She smiled "Sally, rule number two – you call me Miss Roberts until you've proved yourself able on the shop floor – is that understood?"

"Yes, Miss Roberts".

She smiled again "Good, now be a dear and go and get that milk".

Laura came over with a cardigan "Here' you'd better put this on it's not so warm yet" She helped me on with the cardigan and I was ready to go.

 

On my return I just had enough time to make everyone a coffee. Then Cindy took me to the shoe department. "This is going to be your kingdom Sally so just remember you're in charge. Don't let those teenage brats have you running up and down from the stock room for god knows how many pairs of shoes they won't even buy".

I looked at the displays of high heels, strappy sandals, ankle boots, knee high boots. It seemed an endless choice and the colours were varied. Cindy took me over to a sale row "These one's are reduced so try and get customers to buy them so we can run down the stock quicker".

She moved over to a gorgeous pair of leather knee high boots and picked one up to show me "These boots are gorgeous Sally, and guess what – you're going to wear them tonight! Just look at that heel! And I love the lacing detail. I've put a pair in your size in the staff room – they're part of your outfit for tonight! Aren't they just fab? well time to work so see ya later"

I nodded. They were sexy in the extreme but I was already wondering how I was expected to dance the nigh away in such huge heels?

That moment the doors opened and I stood nervously at the shoes department waiting to see what happened next….

…Eight hours later Karen shut the door. I was exhausted having been on my feet (and 3" heels) all day. I had lost count then number of times I'd went into the stock room looking for whatever style the next customer had asked to try on.

Karen came over holding a till roll, "Not bad Sally, you've sold £450 worth of shoes today, that's not bad". She put a shoe that was lying on the floor back on the display "Some of the girls we get in here" she muttered then went back to the till. "You'd better go and see Cindy, she's desperate to get you glammed up for tonight".

I headed off to the staff room to find Cindy.

 

Cindy had already changed into her disco garb - a purple sequin bustier with black leather jeans and a pair of devilishly high ankle boots. Her makeup was full on and she had exchanged her plain studs with extravagant earrings.

"Oh Sally come on, we must get you ready! Get those things off. Just wait to you see what I've picked for you tonight!"

I took of the heels then undid the skirt zip and carefully placed it over a chair. The blouse came next and soon I was standing there in just bra and panties.

Cindy came out carrying a dry cleaning bag and the pair of black knee high stiletto boots she had showed me earlier. "Mmmm, your undies need sexing up but they'll have to do for now – perhaps we can go on a girls shopping trip for some nice lingerie?"

I nodded and watched as she removed my 'outfit' for the night out. Cindy held up the off the shoulder top, "You'll need to take your bra off I'm afraid – but don't worry no one will notice you haven't got too much up front!

I took the bra off and Cindy then slipped the top over my head and adjusted the sleeves. She then placed the wrap mini skirt around my waist and fastened up the side buttons. I though it was far too short and she gave me a stern look "All the girls are wearing them so why should you miss out on the fun – just watch when you bend down!" she laughed as she helped me into the boots, taking great delight in zipping them up each leg "Fantastic! I hope you get to like boots as much as me? Now lets get that makeup sexed up!"

I was allowed to sit down as she produced an enormous vanity case and got to work changing my look from day to night. Cindy wiped away the earlier 'look', cleansed my face then started on my next incarnation. I sat resigned to this continuing feminisation still wondering what the women were ultimately wanting to do with me.

The feel of the eyeliner and the coats of mascara was still a strange experience for me as were the skills that Cindy obviously possessed when it came to blending the eyeshadows to create dramatic effects.

Cindy handed me a red lipstick "You can put this on yourself but be careful! Red lipstick is great but you need to apply it slowly. This one lasts for ages too so take you time and I'll help you". I took the lipstick and turned to the mirror. I had seen women apply makeup before so I just did as she said and took my time. The makeup was very smooth and had a parma violet perfume. Cindy then quickly applied a black nail polish over my fingernails. Then I was ready to hit the town.

 

Next time I'll let you know what happened next…

   

  

  

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