Up Front

by: A Happy Wife

 

Women get used to having breasts because they develop gradually and they have them for most of their lives. When a man is given breasts, even if it is a fantasy of his, it takes time for him to become comfortable with them. He had a very nice pair, words like pert, perky and pointy came to mind when he looked at them. He didn’t want to look at them. He knew that if he looked others would look also. But he couldn’t not look, and she knew it. She loved his discomfort, and she knew he craved this humiliation, she was just pushing the envelope a little. The breasts he didn’t want to look at were on his chest. They were cupped nicely in a Bali bra, white with a cute flower between the cups. She had decided on a B cup for him not too big but not small enough to hide either, but she knew he would try, he didn’t disappoint her. The white tee shirt he had on did little to hide the bra much less the breasts, tucked into a pair of tight women’s blue jeans with a silver belt it would be hard to go unnoticed. The jeans fit well over his rear end having him wear the panties was a good idea his clothes really fit better because of the panties and as every woman knows and now one man panties make you feel so good. The shoes were cute. They were a loafer styled mule, worn with out socks and a darling little anklet on his right ankle. The women’s jeans were short enough to show a nicely turned ankle. She wanted a prettier shoe for him maybe a cute flat or a little sandal; well they could shop while they were out.

He stood in the room’s center, the mirror directly in front of him, trying not to look, trying to ignore them, them being the breasts. His mind was telling him if he ignored them others who saw him would ignore them also. But, really he knew better he was going to be an object of ridicule. The woman enjoying his discomfort sat on the bed watching him; she was quietly filling a small purse with the things he would need today. His wallet, a lipstick, a pretty hankie, two tampons and a change purse. The handbag it’s self was, she thought darling, just a little shoulder bag it looked to her as though it would hang just about belt level. The small silver clasp was the only ornamentation it carried it could almost pass as a man’s bag except that it was very soft leather, rounded at all corners and the strap was round and no larger than three eight’s of an inch in diameter, cute purse. That and of course the breasts he could carry gym bag or a brief case and the breasts would still be the eye catcher. She thought about having him put on some of the lipstick but decided not to he was at about the breaking point now and she hadn’t got to his jewelry yet. She had him turn to face her. At this point there was no way anyone would look at his face and think he was a woman, that could come later. His body did however look really good since he had lost weight and now with breasts and that tight butt he looked good. She would make him ask for hair and makeup his body would force that decision, his decision.

She walked over to him and stood in front of him. They were about the same height eye to eye breast to breast. She moved closer and heard the slight intake of breath as they rubbed breasts, even through his bra he was sensitive in his nipple area. He always had been sensitive there and now it was almost electric for him. She resisted the temptation to cup his breasts in her hands. Instead she smiled and said let’s get you some earrings, a necklace, bracelet, and watch. We will find a ring or two after we get shoes on our little outing. He just moaned softly. She really was taking him out, how could she make him go through this? She clipped the earrings on him and stepped back. They were silver and hung about an inch with small hearts at the end, really cute. She selected a small diamond pendant on a silver chain, simple, feminine and pretty. A small flat silver chain bracelet and a women’s watch with a leather band. Even if he didn’t have breasts it would be a pretty sissy look.

"Well get in the car cutie, we have places to go." He hung his head and just did as he was told. She grabbed her keys, took his arm and led him to the car. They said little on the way to the mall but after she had parked the car she turned to him and laid down the rules. "Ok sissy, I expect you to walk tall and when I tell you to do something you will do it! I want those tits to look good, they cost me plenty, and I am tired of you tying them down with tape. This was your wish, wasn’t it?" He just nodded. Their first stop was a major department famous for its women’s shoes. They carried sizes through12 in almost all of their styles. She thought he would wear no more than a 10 in a woman’s size, she liked this store and bought her own shoes here. "Here is the way we do it Missy, we walk around and look. When you find a shoe you like you pick it up and look at it, turn it in your hand, see it from all angles, it’s a woman’s thing. Then you keep that shoe with you and continue looking. After you have found about three shoes you just love you just stand and look cute and a sales person will find you. Ok girlfriend I will look for some shoes for me while you shop for yours, remember whatever you buy you will be wearing so think cute flats. Oh sissy you can tell the clerk that too, I am looking for some cute flats." He tried to keep his arm to the front in an attempt to hide the breasts. Nobody, it seemed was looking he began to calm a little. He had to get this shoe thing done, the longer he stood around in the women’s shoe department the more conspicuous he would become. He wandered over to a display of flat shoes and picked up a black skimmer. He saw her watching him, a little smile on her face; she really was enjoying this. He looked at the shoe as he had been instructed. He held it out and looked into it, turned it sidewise, then from the back even the bottom. It was very light weight and dainty he wondered what it felt like to wear a shoe so obviously feminine. He carried it with him to the next display. "May I show you that shoe in your size?" My God She knows it’s for me, he thought. "Yes please, I am looking for some cute flats." There he had said it, the young woman clerk was staring at his, his, the breasts. But she was a trooper; she never broke stride she said. "You’ve come at a good time all our spring faltties are in." "What size are you?" He didn’t know. She had him sit and take off his shoes. "I’ll get you a stocking" she said matter of factually he just grew more embarrassed. The young clerk determined he was a 91/2 medium, she ran off and returned with at least six shoeboxes. She had brought out some shoes that she "just knew he would love". He endured the humiliation of trying on the shoes, and walking a few steps in them the clerk had him look at himself in the mirror. In desperation he bought three pairs, the black pair he had first picked up, a tan flat with a little tie at the vamp and a sling back shoe with a an open toe and a little wedge heel in a color the clerk called bone. The clerk took his credit card and in a few minutes came back with his shoes in a big shopping bag. He took the bag and put his wallet in his little purse and began to leave the shoe salon when she moved up to his side and said, "well sissy you did quite well back there. She smiled and said "there there sissy it gets easier with time. Lets go girlfriend."

The next stop was a make up counter in the same department store. This time she did the talking, it wasn’t any easier. "He needs a color and skin care analysis, he will be buying all the make up he needs to look and feel feminine". The clerk eyed his breasts and said, "I understand". He sat there perched on the make up stool as a small but growing crowed of women and a few couples watched his make over process. She offered suggestions to the make up artist as various colors and cover up creams were applied to his face. All in all it took only about 30 minutes to ding his credit card for about a hundred bucks. Add that to the $120.00 he spent in shoes and this was going to be an expensive day.

Now with make up on and the breasts in prominent view he defiantly looked like a woman with a man’s haircut. The make up clerk leaned into them and said "bra’s are on sale this weekend" "Let’s check out those bra’s sweetie" she said with a smile.

 

A Happy Wife

 

 

 

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