When The Stares Are Out

by Karen's Wife

 

The girls were enjoying my discomfort as they walked me to one of their cars. The heels were hard to walk in, and clicked so loud on the sidewalk. They told me to put one foot in front of the other and swing my ass when I took a step. They also reminded me to take tiny steps, which they were not doing. It was like I had to run to keep up to the two girls holding my arms. When we got to the car, I was told that I would be sitting in the middle of the back seat. Then I was shown how a lady enters and exits a vehicle. Sit on the seat, then lift your legs with your knees together, and swing them in. Reverse the procedure to get out. They had me practice it four times before they were satisfied, all the while I was worried that a neighbor would see me. After I got in, lady like, I slid to the middle of the seat. The other girls put one foot in and sat down on the seat, then brought their other leg in. Only I got in and out lady like. Then we were off to the mall.

The gal driving, (Suzy), said that she didn't want anyone to scratch her car, so she parked far away from the entrance. When we got out of the car, they all watched me get out very lady like. I then tugged at my skirt to pull it down, Anne came over to me and said, "None of that Sissy, we want it nice and mini.". She then pulled it up, and I think she pulled it up higher than Peg had it. I felt naked as we started the long walk toward the mall entrance. Then I noticed several heads turning to look at me because of my heels clicking on the pavement. It was men looking at me, STARRING at ME. I didn't know if they knew I was a man, or over dressed compared to the girls with me. I could feel their stares and it made me uneasy. Finally we reached the entrance and went in. I was safe, I thought. I forgot that it was now Saturday, and the mall was packed. The first thing the girls did was to take me to a Penny's store, and we went right to the intimates area. Suzy told me to pick out several satin, high cut panties in size seven. She said I should get 14 pair, a girl never has enough panties. The panties should be in colors, no white ones. Then I was told to get seven matching bras in size 40DD. Before I could go, Anne said, "Oh don't forget the panty hose. Get ten pair of firm support, in nude and suntan colors." I felt so embarrassed looking at the panties, then a sales girl came up and asked me if I needed any help. I said I did, and told her what I needed. She came back with five three packs of satin high cut panties. She said it would be cheaper than buying 14 single pairs. The sale girl told me I would have to pick out the bras because there was different styles. I ended up with under wire, wide strap support, and some demi bras. The sales girl asked my weight and height in stocking feet, I told her 140, and 5'7". She came back with 12 pair of panty hose, once again in three packs, 2 each of nude and suntan. Other women shoppers were beginning to look at my purchases, I was buying so much intimates, and they weren't even on sale. When the sales girl rang it up, the total was $415. I couldn't believe it, man it was costly to be a woman. I got out my master Card to pay, and she looked at the name on it. She then called for her supervisor. I told her that I could explain, and show my driver's license, that I really was a man. She said,"Oh I knew that when you first walked into the intimates section. You just don't carry yourself like a woman, and you're not very good at walking in your heels yet. I have to call my manager because the total is over $200. Get out your license so that you can show her that you are really a man in a skirt and heels."

The manager took her sweet time coming. Mean while, more people wanted to check out, and were waiting behind me. finally the manager came. She was about 50 years old, and rather stern looking. She looked at the total, then up at me and said, "This card says David, You don't look like a David. Got some ID?" She talked very loud, and the other women stared at me and started to giggle. The manager said," All right, so you are a David. Well I got news for you David, or what ever you call yourself, You are welcome to shop here all you want, we will even give you panty and panty hose club cards that will save you money on future purchases. BUT, don't ever expect to use the changing rooms. Now I want you to tell me what girly name you use when dressed like you are, and we'll put that on your club cards." I was starting to sweat as everyone was staring at me and snickering. I blurted out Daisy, and the sales girl wrote daisy on the cards, and punched out the amount of items I bought. I signed the receipt and started to walk away, looking at the floor, then I heard the sales girl yell bye Mister Daisy, come back again. I never felt so low, and I could feel the stares burning right through me.

Suzy said that we had much more shopping to do, and I better put my bags in the car after each store. She gave me the key to her trunk and said, "be a good girl daisy and put your stuff in the trunk. Hurry back so we can be done before four o'clock."I left the mall and started the long walk back to the car. Why did she have to park so far. My clicking heels were doing their job of attracting men's stares again. Some even whistled and call out "nice legs." When I got back into the mall, the gals were all sitting on one of the benches. When I said I needed to get off my feet for awhile too. Then Debbie spoke out,"No, No Sissy, you have too much shopping to do. Time to find some skirt suits for work." With that said, we went into a women's only shop. Anne and Suzy went up to talk to the store manger. The manager stared at me, than called over her sales girls, who ended up staring at me. I don't know what was said, but the next thing I knew, I was being ushered into the back room. I was told to take off my top and skirt. I really didn't want to strip in front of these girls, but I did. They then measured me all over. Neck, shoulders, bust, under my bust, my drawn in waist, my hips, from my waist in back under my crotch to my waist in front, from my groin to my knees, from my waist to my knees, and from my neck to my knees. They then brought in a full slip and had me put it on. Then came s Pink skirt suit to try on. The shirt was about six inches above my knees. The jacket was made to wear a blouse under neath. They had me wear a white blouse with puffy sleeves that had 5 button slender cuffs. It was see through so the top of the slip showed. Everything fit perfect. The skirt was very tight and limited my walking even more. Marcia was in charge of my work clothes, and she wanted identical suits in pink ,powder blue, bright red, and yellow. Then the suit and blouse were removed, and I thought I was done. But the girls brought in a short dress, also in pink, that zipped up the back. The dress had short sleeves. Then they gave me a very short matching jacket that matched the dress. The jacket was long sleeve and was designed not to be fastened, I believe they said it was a bolero jacket dress. Marcia said that I would take a pink one, red one, and a black one. She also said that I would take six of the full slips. I was told to put my top and skirt back on, which I pulled up high.

At the checkout, I was told I earned a 20% discount for spending $900. I produced my card and they just ran it, never asked for an ID. As we were leaving, I heard the familiar Bye Daisy. I never mentioned my sissy name was Daisy, Anne and Suzy must have told them. Marcia helped me carry my dresses and skirt suits to the car. She was not happy with me walking so slow, and she let me know,"Hurry up Sissy. We don't have all day. Walk faster. Keep up with me." She was talking very loud so that anyone within 100 feet could hear her. I was so embarrassed , I wanted to hide. When I got to the car, Marcia had the trunk open and was tapping her foot. I pleaded with her, "Please Mistress Marcia, this is so hard on me, could you just slow down your pace. My feet are killing me." She looked at me and shook her head no. I put my load in the trunk, and she slammed it shut. She looked at me very sternly and gave me the bad news, "Well Sissy, that sounded like a complaint to me, you just earned an extra month as a woman when I tell Peg." I was dumbfounded. I remember the no complaining rule, but I didn't think this was complaining. I'll have to explain this to Peg. I had to run in my heels to keep up to Marcia, another first for me, running in high heels. I almost fell down several times, but I managed to keep up. My feet were killing me.

Next was the shoe store. We went in and we looked around. Debbie was taking notes. They then gave me the notes that Debbie took. I was a list of shoe numbers and colors. There was eight styles listed, with first and second color choices. I finally got to sit down, and a young man came over to ask if I was interested in anything. I told him I was. He asked what size, and then it dawned on me I didn't know. I knew men and women's sizes were different, but Peg never told me. I had to tell him that I didn't know for sure. He said that it was no problem. Then he sat down and started to take off my shoes. He kept looking up at me, and I noticed that I didn't have my knees together. I was giving him a show. He told me that I had a size 9B, and asked what I was interested in. I gave him the note and told him all of these. Well as luck would have it, They had all the shoes, seven in 3" peg heels, and one pair of 2" black patent narrow heels. Again I had to go through the embarrassment I could barely carry the three bags to meet the gals sitting on the bench at the mall entrance. Suzy gave me the trunk key and told me to hurry back. By now my feet were on fire, I wanted to leave. I had no idea what they had planned next. When I returned the key to Suzy, She said, "Oh there's my keys, I thought I lost them. We can take Daisy home now.

Not a word was said by the other girls, but they did let out a little laugh. It was all about making me walk farther in my heels. I couldn't keep up. When I got to the car, all the girls were already in. Suzy told me that I was late, and that my punishment would be that I would have to walk to the other end of the mall within 15 minutes. They would wait for me there, but only for fifteen minutes, then they would leave. I would have to find my own way home. I made it to the opposite end in 13 minutes. Two minutes to spare. I sat on the bus bench outside the entrance so that they could see me. Several cars with boys in them drove by honking their car horns. I think I was blushing most of the time I sat there. I made sure I crossed my legs. I was actually sitting on my panties as my skirt rode up so far when I sat down. I checked my watch, it was now 18 minutes. Where were they? Was I at the wrong entrance? Was I supposed to check the parking lot for them? I don't know why, but tears started to well up in my eyes. By 20 minutes, I was crying aloud. I heard a car horn, and looked up to see Suzy's car 50 feet away. I was so happy. I went to the car, Debbie got out of the back, and I got in like I had been trained.. Anne looked at me and said," Oh look, our little Sissy has been crying. She must have been so worried about our little joke of being late. Don't worry Sissy, we're going to bring you straight home." She then handed me a tissue to wipe my eyes. I didn't know it at the time, but my eye make up had run, and I looked terrible.

When we got home, my next door neighbor was cutting his grass. Suzy opened the trunk of the car and said to me in a loud voice, "Well they're your girly clothes Sissy, so you take them up to your room and hang them up. I'm sure Mistress Peg wants to see what her Sissy Daisy has bought." I began to unload, when I noticed all the eyes in the neighborhood staring at me. It took 4 trips to get everything up to my room and ready for inspections. Marcia told me to stand until Mistress came to my room. Once again I was up in my heels.

 

End of part two. Part three finds Daisy being more embarrassed as she begins working as one of the office gals.

  

  

  

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