Victor, desperate to get out of his sissy clothes, asked his mother if he could go home but she said that the police had been around again that morning. Victor sighed heavily and squirmed in his lacey tights and petticoats.
He just wanted the lunch to be over as soon as possible and to get back to his aunt’s house and out of these mortifying pink and white clothes … and away from the smirking of his sister.
When lunch was finished and they were ready to go, he took his shoulder bag, stood up, carefully arranging his petticoats and looked forward to getting back – even if it was so his sissy bedroom. But his mother had other ideas.
“Let me buy you a nice outfit”, she said to him. Victor cringed. “I never get to buy pretty dresses for her”, she nodded to her daughter Marge. Victor squirmed. He just wanted to get home. Marge grinned broadly at the prospect of further humiliation for her brother.
Despite Victor’s pleas they strode off to the nearest mall. He could only flounce along after them trying to keep up in his heels and steady his petticoats. He cringed as they went into the girls’ section of a department store and started the hunt for a suitable dress for him.
His sister was only too eager despite the fact that she hated dresses herself. She pointed to a frilly bright red dress. Her mother shook her head. “I’d like to get a full skirted dress that can go with his petticoats.” “Mum!” Victor begged, terrified that she had said “his” within earshot of other people. He looked around nervously clutching his petticoats but nobody seemed to have picked it up.
His mother found a pink dress with white polka dots that she liked. Victor was whisked into the changing rooms and emerged nervously in the pink dress while his mother and aunt adjusted the dress over his petticoats and his sister looked on highly amused.
His mother liked it but wasn’t satisfied until he had tried on four other dresses before she agreed that the first was the prettiest anyway. Victor threw his eyes up in frustration. An assistant took the dress to the cash register. Victor was at least relieved that a choice had been made and he didn’t have to try on any more dresses.
His mother stood in front of a display of tights. “Which tights would you like to go with your new dress”, she asked Victor. He winced. He really didn’t care. She insisted on taking up packs of tights, inspecting the lacey patterns and handing them to him asking what he thought. The assistant was looking on while she rang up his new dress so he had to play along.
He realized the only way he could bring an end to the embarrassment was to choose a pair of tights. He pointed to a pair of white tights with a floral lacey pattern and hoped that would be that. “And why do you like them?” Marge asked with a sarcastically sweet smile. Victor glared at her. She was really rubbing it in. The assistant was still listening in so Victor had to say something. “I like the flowers”, he murmured. “Yes they will be very pretty on you”, Marge smirked and Victor cringed at the image of himself in those flowery tights.
Nevertheless, he was relieved when his new tights were handed to the assistant to add to the purchase. “Oh look!” Victor winced and wondered what it was now. His aunt was standing over a large table covered in pairs of panties. The sign said “Special Clearance Offer: six pairs for £2!” “See if you can find six pairs of Medium size”, his mother told him.
Victor cringed but had little choice but to start searching through the pile. He had to take each pair of panties and check the label for Medium. Not surprisingly in a clearance sale most were Extra Large or Extra Small. It took him ages to find a Medium pair. They were almost a florescent pink with thick lace and frills across the bum. He wasn’t surprised they were left over.
Normally the idea of rummaging through girls’ panties would be a turn on for Victor. However, the idea that he would be wearing these made it an entirely different thing. All of the Medium pairs he could find were the most mortifying sissy colours and designs that nobody would want. It must have taken him twenty minutes going through the entire pile of panties to find six Medium pairs.
Marge looked down at his selection and smiled. He knew that there was something coming. “So these are you favourites are they?” she asked him, making sure that the assistant overheard. Victor cringed but had no choice but to say yes.
A queue had formed at the cash register and Victor had to stand there in front of them while the assistant took each pair of panties he had selected, held them up in front of all the onlookers and folder them carefully before adding them to his shopping bag. He could see the amused smirks at the embarrassing colours and sissy designs.
So he finally got to leave the shop. But he was clutching a bag with his new pink and white polka dot full skirted dress, three pairs of white lacey tights (Marge had insisted on buying him another two pairs of the prettiest patterns she could find) and six pairs of frilly panties. “Now we just need an occasion for you to wear your new outfit”, his mother added. Victor winced.