Frankie

Valerie

Part One

Susie had just moved in with me a month ago. We had been dating for about six months and we were getting alone very well. Susie is a petite blonde with a slight reddish tint; about five foot two with emerald green eyes. She is cute as a button. She has one flaw in that she is bossy. She was an only child and always got her way so she doesn’t know any better. If she doesn’t get her way, she pouts. I’ve learned to go with the flow and more or less let her make most of the choices of what we do, when we do it and even what we eat.
It was Friday night and I sat watching the ball game while Susie prepared dinner in the kitchen. “What is this?” she said as she walked in front of the television I was watching. “It’s your bra silly.” I answered. “I know it’s my bra. I just took it out of the laundry yesterday and it was fine. Now it is all stretched out. These are cotton panties. They shrink after the dryer but stretch back to conform with my body when I put them on. They are clean but they have been worn. That’s not all either. The zipper on my good black cocktail dress is ripped and there is a button missing from my pink silk blouse. Have you been wearing my things?” I was like a deer caught in the headlights. I stammered and blushed and said “Don’t be silly, of course I haven’t been wearing your clothes”  “Well then would you please explain how my clothes are being stretched out of shape while innocently hanging in our closet.” She insisted with her hands on her hips. I could tell this was not going to end well and that the sooner I confessed the easier it would be. “You caught me. I just wanted to see how the material felt. You always look so sexy in those things that I thought it would be fun to try them on myself.” She didn’t immediately reply so I added, “I know it was stupid and I’m sorry.”  “Come with me now.” as she walked away into the bedroom. I followed not knowing what was going to happen next.

“Strip! Take everything off right now.” She commanded. With a blank look on my face I slowly took my clothes off and stopped when I got to my boxers. “Those too.” She quipped. I hesitated but reluctantly slid the boxers to my ankles and stepped out of them. She turned to her dresser and took a pair of her pink lace panties and tossed them to me and said “Put them on Fran.”  I carefully stepped into the tiny panties and tugged them up in place the best I could. “Pull you junk up so that the panties cover everything nice and snug.” She ordered. I did as instructed with an ever increasing redness to my face. “Cute. Now put this on to match them and she flung her pink lace bra at me.” she said with a smirk on her face. I struggled for a while until she told me to fasten it in front and then slide it around and put your arms through the straps. You’ve seen me do that a hundred times. Don’t play dumb like you don’t know how to put it on.” She shouted.  She went back to her dresser and fetched a pair of sheer thigh highs and told me to sit on the bed and put them on as well. She then went to our closet and handed me an elastic waist skater skirt to put on followed by a sheer white silk blouse. “Fine now you can feel my clothes. You can see how sexy you look in my clothes. Now come out to the kitchen and let’s eat dinner.” She stormed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. “Can I take these things off now? I asked. “No you may not.” She said in a hushed tone. I followed and sat at the table and she served us dinner.

We ate in silence for most of the meal and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. “You have ruined many of my things. You are going to replace all the things you have stretched out of shape. One more thing tomorrow we are going shopping. You are going to buy all the thing you need to feel pretty but in your size and you are going to promise me that you will never again wear my clothes. Is that clear?” she finally said.

The next morning she had me shower and then she sprinkled her scented talc on me. She handed me a flesh colored spandex thong and told me to get dressed. We left for the mall at nine. The first stop was Victoria Secrets where she found a bra and panty set similar to the one I had ruined. “Now you go get a dressy lace bra, two every day bras, and at least seven pair of panties. Mix them up. Get some thong, some lace and some cotton ones.” She ordered. “But what size do I get?” I asked. “Ask the sales girl for help. I’m sure she’ll help when she sees how many things you are going to buy today. Besides she will probably enjoy the fun of helping you. I’ll be around somewhere in the store watching you. I’ll try not to giggle too loud.” as she walked away.

I stood in front of the bra display picking up several different style bras and putting them down again. A cute twenty something brunette came over to me, “Can I help you?”  “I guess so. I need a bra.” I replied. She flinched a little “Is this for your wife or girlfriend?” she asked. I didn’t answer. I just stared back at her with a blank face. She then whispered, “Or is this for you?” I was kind of relieved that she had said it so that I didn’t have to. I nodded. She smiled a little and put a tape measure around my chest and said thirty eight. She then put the tape around my waist and said thirty four. Finally she measured around my hips and said thirty eight. The sales girl then got a basket and put two fancy bras size thirty eight B in followed by two standard bras of the same size and one cotton number that had a front closure. She pulled open a drawer under the bra display and took two sets of silicone breast inserts and put them in the basket. She then looked at me and smirked a little and said “I think we should get a set with protruding nipples and a thin summer bra to wear them in.”

“Now what else would you like? Do you need some panties, stockings or night gowns?” “Yes I guess so.” I said barely audible. “Okay follow me.” as she pranced away.  She was really getting into this. When she walked away her short little skirt flipped up a little flashing angel white thighs. She was wearing a sheer blouse that revealed a beautiful lace bra that pushed her breast up to overflowing the cups nicely. She added a silk camisole, seven or eight panties of silk, satin, and cotton and a couple of spandex thongs of various colors. Next she found a beautiful silk chemise night shirt. The basket was over flowing with all the things she had added. “Come with me. We have to make sure some of these things fit.” she cautioned.  I followed her to the dressing rooms.
“Okay, go in there and remove only your shirt. Don’t worry there is no one else back here but you and I.” she soothed. I did as requested and she handed me one of the bras with the breast inserts already in the bra and told me to put it on and then step out so that she could examine the fit. I put it on and asked if the coast was clear and she told me to come on out. She ran her fingers under the elastic material and said it was good and then she adjusted the straps a little and pushed the front of the bra around until it was snug against my chest and at the right level. She then reached inside the left cup and drew my flesh up and to the center. She did the same with the right side. “How does it feel?” she asked. “Fine I guess.” I answered. “You are new at this aren’t you? Don’t worry. You are not the first man to come in for clothes for themselves and you won’t be the last. Relax. It will be okay. Now try on the rest of the bras. Each one is different and may not fit right depending on the maker. I did as requested and all but one fit fine. “I gave you a size seven panty. We cannot take back any panty that you try on so I want you to try on the baby blue silk pair and if that fits, all the rest will fit too. Let me know when you have them on.” She encouraged. When I had the silk panties in place and my jewels covered satisfactorily I told her they fit fine. “Open the door and let me see.” she said with a little authority in her voice. I sheepishly opened the door and she patted my buns and ran her hand around to the front and smoothed the silk against my balls and dick. “Nice fit. Everything seems to be okay in there. They look cute on you.” she smiled. She slipped her finger inside the waist band at my hip and noticed the red mark Susie’s thong had made on my skin.  “Oh, what is that? What were you wearing that caused that mark?” she asked. I showed her Susie’s thong which she immediately checked the size. “Size five. No wonder it left a mark these are way too small. Don’t put them back on. Put on one of the thongs I picked out for you. You will feel a lot more comfortable.” She encouraged and stepped out of the changing room.  She hollered through the door for me to try on the night gown. I slipped it over my head and let it float down my body. It felt heavenly. I opened the door to show her and was shocked to see two other sales women standing there staring at me. I stepped back in and slammed the door shut. I heard them snickering and then silence. My sales girl returned and asked if I had on the night gown. I told her what had happened while she was gone and she stifled a laugh but recovered quickly and told me not to worry. I then opened the door and showed her the beautiful night gown. She examined the fit and told me she would get one size larger and be right back. I went back in the little room and took off the night gown and waited. There was a knock at the door so I opened it with only my thong on and saw the two sales women plus an additional one. They were all snickering and pointing at me. The salesgirl returned and handed the new nightgown to me and closed the door. “You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. This is not funny. This is serious. This man enjoys wearing women’s clothes and has the right to do so without being laughed at. Now apologize to him and leave us in peace.” The women said they were sorry and left the dressing area.

I opened the door and let the salesgirl examine the fit. She pulled it away from my body and let it float back against my flesh. She walked around me continuing to fill the gown with air and let it float back down. I didn’t realize it at first but as she pulled the fabric away it became translucent and revealed that I was only wearing the thong under the gown. She seemed to be enjoying the view. I finally said, “So it’s okay. Are we done now?” “Yes we are except to ring it up. I enjoyed helping you today and if you need anything else you know you can come to me and I will help you with whatever. My name is Amy and it was really a lot of fun. I really had a good time dressing you. If you ever want to play dress up please let me know.” She blushed and headed to the register. I dressed in my male clothes and gathered up the purchases and followed her to the register.
Amy rang up all the purchases and was about to tally it when Susie came up to the counter with her acquisitions which included not only the bra and panty set but a corset and baby doll negligee. “Put these on there too. He wants me to have them.” Susie stated. The salesgirl stared at Susie and Susie returned the stare implying that I was her property and for the salesgirl to back off. As Amy handed me the bag of clothes she had a disappointed look but a friendly one none-the-less.

We went clothes shopping next buying mini skater skirts, cocktail dresses, and blouses. We even bought heels of various heights, Flats, three and four inch. We even got a pair of knee high boots with a four inch heels. I had several humiliating experiences while Susie insisted that I try everything on while at the store. The dressing room monitor would simply stare at me as I entered with dresses to try on. The shoe sales man was the worst. He had to measure my foot and then find pairs that we selected in my size.

We returned back to our place and poured ourselves a drink. “Okay. This is how it is going to be from now on. Whenever you are home you will be dressed as a woman. You will let your hair grow out and your nails grow a little longer. You will keep your nails clean, filed and manicured. Right now I want to see something. Come with me.” We went into the bedroom and she told me to take everything off.  Once again I stripped and she took me by the hand into the bath room. She said she wanted to see my genital without all the hair on them. She spread shaving cream all over me. It was pleasurable watching and feeling her spread the foam all over. She had me sitting on the toilet and began shaving my pubic hair off and into the toilet. She took her time and was very careful not to nick me at all. When she was finished she lathered me up again and shaved me again to make sure she had gotten everything. I was clean from my belly button down to the underside of my scrotum. She took a warm face cloth and gently washed me cleansing all the soap away.  “I like it. You look good enough to suck. Would you like me to do that for you now? After a fantastic blow job we enjoyed some wild sex, rested and did it again.

Two days later she told me that the hair was returning and it was causing a rash on her vagina. She said she needed to shave me again. This time she shaved not only my genital but my ass and between my ass and scrotum.