Spend the Day With Josie

Josie girlc

  

I start to cry when I see the outfit I have to wear today. It is a punishment outfit and it is so girly that I will stand out like a beacon. Sarina laughs and tells me " wipe the tears away honey, if you give me any more grief you will wear this everyday for a week."

I put the outfit on; it is an orange and white pants suit. It is in a tie-dye pattern. So it is splashes of these colors all over the outfit. The top is short sleeved, with gold appliqués in geometric shapes glued onto the front of the top. It is very gaudy. It has a scoop neck and it is a long tunic. The colors and style make it very dated and very girly-girl looking. But that's not the worst part. The matching long pants I have to pull up and fold under so that they look like SKORTS. Then I have to wear beige shimmer pantyhose. My legs glisten with the shine and 4 inch orange pumps.

Yes, 4 inch bright orange matching pointed pumps. Long dangling HUGE ORANGE EARRINGS complete the look, a white summer purse, gold bracelets, rings are all part of the "creamcicle" attire. That is what Sarina calls this outfit and it is a very appropriate name.

The places that I have to go and be seen are very humiliating. I park the car and swing my legs out in the parking lot of "Sam's " It is a huge discount store that is affiliated with Wal-Mart. It is a bulk food store, but they sell almost anything you can think of. You need a membership card to get in. I walk up and pull out my card; it has my new photo on it. I had to go several years ago and get a new female picture put on and get my name changed to Josie as well. I mince in and hear my heels click on the cement as I wiggle up and down the aisles. It is packed with people, hundreds are they're shopping and everyone I walk pass glances at my outfit. Perched on these heels with my stocking legs peeking out I glow in the orange and white outfit. It reminds me of something that the "Nanny's" mother would wear. You know the television show with Fran Drescher, her mother's character dresses and wears these outrageous outfits. It feels like one of those, there isn't a person, male or female that hasn't looked at me.

I walk over, after getting most of the items on the list, to the soda section. There are cases of soft drinks piles high. I wiggle over to an older man who is working in the row and ask him if her can please come over and help me lift the soda into my cart. I don't want to break a nail. This is something I'm required to say and do. If I don't and Sarina finds out my punishment will be worse than this embarrassing bimbo moment.

The man looks me up and down, I feel like display item, as he takes me in with his eyes, they settle on my heels and he then says "okay Ma'am, can't have you breaking a little nail can we? " I wiggle in front of him as we walk back to the soda line. I wonder what he is thinking as I mince in front of him. I feel his eyes watching my orange pumps as I place one in front of the other.

He places the soft drinks I pick out in my cart and I thank him in my Meg Tilly girly voice. "Are you done shopping ma'am? I can push this up to the cashier for you and get one of the guys to help you load this in your car, if you'd like."

I'm so mortified, but I have to keep up the charade, I have to keep up the act, or if he thinks I 'm a male, it will be horrific. " Oh that would be wonderful, you are very kind and sweet." I try and say as willowy as I can.

Now I lead him up to the cashier and he puts me in line, with all the other people, most are in jeans, the females are in shorts, or leggings, tee shirts, sandals, and tennis shoes. All very underdressed for an outing to this store. Here comes me, dressed in these heels and skorts outfit, every one just stares at this overdressed shopper. I stand there and try and hold my hands as femininely as possible and try and keep my feet together in a demure fashion. It is very differ cult not to just run out of the store. Although I doubt I could run very fast in these heels.

When its my turn I hand the male cashier my card and he looks at the picture and I pay for all the items, A few moments later an young man comes up and says " Excuse me ma'am, are you the one that needed help in loading your car? " " Yes I reply, we walk out to the car and he loads it all up, I give him a tip and he says " Thanks ma'am, Have a nice day now." I drive to my next stop on this humiliation journey.

 

Into the mall parking lot, I have to park at Sears and go in to a Lecters store. I have to park at Sears because Lecters house wares are at the opposite end of the mall. So I have to trot from one end of the mall to the other, then back to my car. Making stops in between. I have to walk through Sears and I'm so self -conscious. Its not being dressed as a female, I've gotten used to that its being dressed in this wild outfit in public and knowing I have to act all the more feminine because it draws so much attention to me. As I walk in and go along the mall, Sarina has told me that I must stop and put in an application for a job at every store I pass. I took me hours to finish this trip. But even though I have a job, going to the interviews in various outfits will be humiliating for me I know, and if I get a job offer Sarina may make me take it.

 

I've worked at various mall jobs already as a female. In fact stopping into Lecters. I was working there as a female last year. So I know that Sarina wants all the people that are still working there that know me to see me in the ridiculously girly outfit. I've worked in Sears and Macy's as a female, as well as the restaurant as a waitress. I get the things I need. I have to stop at one of the jewelry stores to get a bracelet fixed and hours later after filling out countless job applications with all these people seeing me in this "creamcicle " outfit.

 

I make Dinner at home and Sarina tells me that tomorrow I get to be dressed as a female golfer to go on my trips around town. It is going to worse than today!

Dressed in my female golf outfit, this is very, very girly. My shaved legs have been oiled up so they glisten. I'm wearing a short little skirt that barely covers the tops of my thighs. It is a nylon skirt very thin and billowy, the slightest breeze gives it a chance to puff up around me. I'm wearing little tap panties covering my belted penis. It is blue; black and white in these geometric designs are over the skirt. I have a white blouse which has these matching colors and shapes in a pretty little design on the back of my top. No way can it be considered anything but feminine. Matching socks in the same pattern, tied up lacy female sneakers. I 'm fully made-up; Sarina had told me to layer on the mascara, lip-gloss, blush and I've given myself this dark sultry look with the eye shadows. I'm wearing pretty gold hoops, along with my diamond studs, female watch and bracelets on my French manicure acrylic nails. I take my matching visor and trot out to the car. List in hand drive to Holly's for my bi-weekly hair appointment.

Holly has helped Sarina feminize me and the reward for her is a regular client twice a week. She gets to perm, color, cut my hair in a permanent female cut. It is not just set, or teased so that it can be washed out. It is cut in a definite woman's hairstyle. Allowed to grow and kept trimmed this way always. I never wash my hair or take it out of its style, it stays this way until Holly's salon will either re-do the look or give me a different set.

I've been several shades of red, highlights, banana blonde, whatever Sarina and Holly decide. I've been braided, French twist, up do, teased anything as long as it looks girly and can't be taken out easily, appeals to Sarina.

This visor and outfit scream girly-girl as I mince in to the salon, it is not a regular strap visor, it is a female one that has the same design as my skirt and shirt and it only fits on the front of your face, it gets bobby-pinned in and the visor is backless so that your hair can be done all up around it and not be flattened. Very humiliating!!! With every female golf outfit, it comes with a matching visor.

 

Holly smiles when I come in orders me to the sink, all the other stylists are there, Holly's 2 sisters who work with her and Tracy another stylists all smile as well in various turns they all say " Hi Josie " So all the other patrons hear my feminine name and immediately everyone thinks I'm just another female client. But as I glance at myself in the mirror on the way to the sink to get my hair washed I realize that I look like a female! It's my mind that hasn't fully adjusted. Except for this locked up penis, everything about me screams woman. My breasts strain against a shirt so tight that my nipples show through, I have a little skirt that flows with every wiggle and my hands have been trained so long in feminine nails that I automatically hold them in a limp feminine gesture all the time.

This morning in two of the chairs sit two men getting their hair cut, and they look me up and down as I walk by, I know after my hair is washed I have to walk past them up to the front chair because Holly 's sits right at the front window. Holly makes small talk and of course compliments me on my " sporty outfit". She tells me I look like I'm coming out of a magazine for women's golf attire because everything matches " soooo cute".

Tracy pipes in and asks me where I'm playing golf today and also each stylists as if cued tells me I look " adorable", " very sweet" or " pretty" Cindy, who is Holly's sister and is cutting one of the men's hair. He is a middle-aged man dressed in work clothes. Tells him " Look at our girlfriend Josie, see how we women have to co-ordinate everything we wear." " I mean MEN NEVER DRESS as matching as women do and I think it would be cute to have men's outfits color match as well as female's" Cindy is loving every minute of this and calls attention to my outfit to this man. He now really gives me the once over and smiles as he looks at my legs, breasts, face as I'm sitting there in the sissiest outfit a female would wear. The man says," I think your friend looks cute." Cindy laughs and says, " Oh Josie, Cliff here thinks you look cute," then she adds " you know Cliff, Josie is available and I could fix you up if you'd like." I'm dying sitting in this salon chair across from a man who now is really looking at me and thinks I'm an available female.

Cliff gets up after his hair is done and strolls over to my chair, reaches out his hand and says" My name is Cliff, I think you're very attractive and I'd love to call you sometime. WOULD YOU GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER?" I hold out my hand like a female and hold his and say " Thanks I think you're cute too." and Cindy pipes in " Cliff I have Josie's number, I can give it to you at the desk." Its alright isn't Josie?" She is grinning from ear to ear and so is Holly I know I have to say okay. Or it will go right back to Sarina that I was uncooperative in the salon.

I smile and in my little girl whisper I tell Cindy that it's okay. Cliff perks right up and tells me " Thanks, I'll be calling you" I tell him " Can't wait"; I look forward to getting together with him. After Cliff leaves Cindy and Holly start in telling me how nice he is and how it would be fun for me to go out to dinner, or the Movies with him and have a good time. I'm so humiliated. They are laughing and giggling the entire time.

 

After my visor is pinned in and my hair is teased a mile high I look so much like a female with my "who " eyebrows and full made-up face, it is very obvious that I look so sissified even for a female. I thank Holly as I've been trained and tell her " see you next Tuesday. " I walk across the lot, pass my grease monkey men in the Sears garage who call after me. Into the car and I drive to my first errand which is the bank. I walk in and go up to the female teller, who asks," Can I help you ma'am?" I smile and say yes and give her my checks and such I always get so embarrassed and I never quite get used to being referred to as miss or ma'am it always seems like a shock to me. I know I should be used to it, but it still "gets" me every time.

The next stop is a Nursery chain called " Franks" which I have to stroll in go up to the counter ask to see a sales clerk, A woman comes over, " Yes ma'am can I help find something?" I tell her in my bimbo voice and very girly mannerisms that I'm looking for some type of grass seed and try to explain that my "husband sent me here and I really have no idea what I'm looking for." I always cringe when I have to do these little acts that Sarina has told me to say. At home she would make me rehearse and rehearse until she told me it was girly enough, or bimbo enough.

Usually by the time I have it down to her satisfaction she is crying from laughing so hard.

The sales clerk takes me to the back and once again I have to get someone to help me load up the bags because I don't want to "break a nail" and a young man comes up, a high school kid to push the cart out and load up my car. I walk behind him as he pushes the cart out to the parking lot and I feel so girly when I see such a macho young male. It reminds me of what I used to be, now what I've become is so opposite. "Thank you ma'am, have a nice day." he smiles and says as he walks away.

It is Friday and Sarina meets me early at the golf course, we have lunch there and are the only two females. It is full of men who eye us both up and down. Sarina is wearing a pleated skirt and matching outfit and we look like two golfing girls. As we approach the first tee we are paired up again with two macho young men Brad and Mike who hit the ball extremely far and of course I'm only allowed to play as a struggling beginner. My huge breasts prevent me from swinging hard, my long nails make it so I can't grip the club and the furthest I can hit the ball is 75 yards at a time. I'm introduced as Bambi to this two men and I have to be my girliest so that I 'm not found out, who knows what these two macho boys would do.

 

5 hours later and a weary bimbo and her girlfriend finish. We say goodbye to our golfing pals and thankfully Sarina only decides on dinner at another sports bar nearby. We walk in and get seated by the hostess and I go through another barrage of "cute outfit". " Are you ladies golfers"? Can I buy you girls a drink?" Sarina says yes and several drinks later we are talking to 2 men that think we are girlfriends and want our numbers and such so that they can get together later with us...

 

Sarina smiles and gives me a wink and replies, "We both would love to meet you guys later." I know I going to have cock in my mouth before the night is over. Its just another day in the life of Josie the "Barbie slut doll." Josie" Sarina tells me later in the car, "I want that little brown skirt on you, coffee pantyhose, matching pleasant blouse and those cute brown shoes with the 3 inch heels. Be sure to show off some leg to your boyfriend. Hopefully you can suck him off later before he finds out that you really are a sissy and not real girl!" I just bow my head and reply in my Minnie mouse voice "yes Mistress" whatever you say". I know I will do my best not to disappoint my mistress.

  

  

  

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