Frankie Ch. 4

Valerie

Part Four

The following weekend Susie had arranged to meet Carrie and Ellen at the mall at noon on Saturday. Susie had me wear one inch inseam denim shorts and a white halter top with sneakers. My ass cheeks were peeking out with every step I took.  She had me wear the sheer spandex bra with the nipple breast inserts so the nipples were visible through the white cotton halter top. Susie was wearing a similar outfit and we were attracting a lot of attention. We met up with Carrie and Ellen. Ellen was wearing a very short white pleated skater skirt and a pink halter top with pink sneakers.  Carrie was wearing baby blue short shorts, a man’s shirt tied under her boobs and sandals.  We had lunch in the food court. Everywhere we went guys of all ages were trying to get better looks at us as we walked through the court. We all sat and began to eat. Carrie asked if I could guess the color of Ellen’s panties. I said that I could never guess. “They are pink silly. Ellen show Fran your panties.” Carrie laughed. Ellen slowly lifted the hem of her skirt so I could see her pink panties. Unfortunately three guys at the next table who overheard the conversation also caught the show and laughed.

The following weekend Susie sat me down and asked about our first shopping spree that we went on. “Fran, I noticed that the sales girl at Victoria Secrets seemed to be undaunted by your being a male buying lingerie. What was her name?” “Amy” I answered. “Yes Amy. Well it would be a whole lot more exciting and entertaining for me if the sales girl wasn’t so accommodating. I mean that I would like to watch the sales girl and you being totally embarrassed during the sales process. Long story short I have found some stores that will provide such a condition and it will be loads of fun. I want you to dress as a man in trousers, a dress shirt and loafers and we will go shopping today.” I complained that I didn’t need anything else to dress as a young woman. “Oh yes you do. Come on get dressed and we’ll get started.” She commanded.
The first store we went to was Target. We browsed through the junior section looking at mini-skirts and frilly blouses.  Susie put a size five skirt and a small size blouse on her arm. Then we went over to the bras and Susie picked out a 32 B front closure lace bra with matching panties size three. “Okay now you see that very young salesgirl over there? I want you to take these things over there and ask if she could help you find the right size because when you hold these up to yourself they don’t appear to fit.”  I hesitated a bit but saw the excited look on her face and decided that it would please her to no end and besides it might be fun. I walked over to the girl who couldn’t be more than twenty. She was very attractive with beautiful breast in what had to be the best pushup bra I’ve ever seen. Her blouse was only buttoned half way up so that her cleavage was on display all the way down to the base of her bra. She had on a very short denim skirt that was stretched tight around her ass. When she walked you could see her thigh muscles flex. I told her my problem. At first she didn’t seem to understand what I was saying to her. “Wait a minute. You want to buy these for yourself? Are you going to wear these?” she puzzled. “Actually yes I am and I need your help because I don’t know how to translate women’s sizes into my measurement.  Will you help me?” I asked. Her face had turned a sort of crimson color and she stammered “I guess so. Step over here and let’s see what measurements you are.” She reached around me with a cloth tape measure and took a reading of my chest, waist and hips. Then she measured across my shoulders and my neck. She became very business-like and seemed to cool down a little until she once again faced me and tried to explain that what I had picked out was totally wrong. Your chest is Thirty-seven so you need a bra that is at least thirty –eight. Now are you going to use breast inserts? If you are then you will definitely need a thirty-eight or larger.” she managed to blurt out.  “Come with me I’ll show you what will work just fine for you.” We walked over to the myriad of bra displays and she scooped up a very feminine lace bra and showed me where the inserts were to be inserted. She then pulled open a drawer and put two inserts into the bra pockets and handed me the bra. “Now did you want panties to match? What style did you have in mind? I mean did you want a full panty, low rise or a thong? Let me show you what I mean.” She quietly told me. She walked over to a table full of ladies panties and showed me pairs that matched the bra which were full panties. Then she picked up a low-rise pair and finally a lace thong and my eyes lit up. “Okay it appears you like the thong. Let’s go look at the skirts. Obviously size five is way too small. I think you need a size eleven in juniors.  Let’s see if they have one in that size.” She found one and then went over to the blouses that Susie picked out and told me at a small size would never work in a hundred years. Let’s take a medium and a large and see which one fits better. We then went to the fitting room and she told me to go in and try everything on. I went in and stripped naked and pulled the thong into place and it fit fine. Next I put on the front closure bra that she had inserted the breast enhancers. It also fit fine and looked really nice. I pulled up the mini skirt and zipped and buttoned the waist and it too fit perfect. Next I tried on the medium blouse but it was too snug and I thought I might rip it. I put on the large and it was a little roomy but better than the medium one. Not really thinking, and very excited about the success of getting everything just right I stepped out of the fitting room. Unfortunately at Target stores there is not a fitting area. When you step out of the fitting room you are out on the main shopping floor. I stood there like a dear caught in headlights. I was stunned and totally exposed. Susie was there to witness this mistake and started clapping. The young salesgirl was stifling a laugh and other shoppers were simply staring at me. Susie came over to me and made me twirl around and the sales girl told me that I looked great. I changed back to my male attire and paid for the clothes and left the store.
As we walked to the car I exclaimed “gawd that was a rush. Wow what fun. That girl didn’t know what to do at first and then seemed to get into it.” “Yea I watched her try to compose herself throughout the process. Okay we need some special undergarments.” Susie told me.  We walked into a store I think was named “Soma” or something like that. Susie told me to tell the salesperson that I needed to contour my body in a more feminine way. She told me to ask for a corset that could be tightened to various measurements so that over time I could achieve a more flattering silhouette. Now emboldened, I entered the store and found an attractive young woman and told her my desire. She paused and stared at me. Once the shock passed she said that she might have something that would work for me. She took me over to a mannequin which was fitted with a corset. She pointed out how the hooks and eyes were made to harness the flesh once the desired dimensions were set. She explained that initially the hooks are fastened and then the laces are pulled tight and stretched to further contour the flesh to the desired proportions. She explained that the corset could then be put on or off with just using the hooks. She also said that if the corset were being used to create unrealistic dimensions then the laces would have to be used each time it was worn. “Would you like to try it on and see if it is what you want?” she tentatively asked. I nodded agreement and she directed me to a fitting room. I stripped and put the corset on but I couldn’t get all the hooks and eyes to work and I certainly could not tighten the laces. I pulled on my trousers and stepped out of the fitting room. Once again I found myself on the main shopping floor fully on display to all the shoppers. Susie did not show herself and the salesgirl came over to me and asked if I was okay. “I’ll help you with it if you want but we have to do it out here where everyone can see. Is that alright with you?” she asked thinking I would decline. “Well I certainly can’t do it myself so yes if you don’t mind could you please fasten it on me.” I asked.

She moved around to my back and re-did all the hooks and then started tightening the laces. When she had everything all nice and snug she told me to take a deep breath and hold it while she did an adjustment.  I did as she requested and she pulled the laces really tight. When she finished she came around to the front of me and asked how I was doing. I told her I was fine and she said she wanted to go one more time. She walked around to the back of me and told me to take another deep breath. She said to take an even deeper one then I first took. I did as requested and she pulled the laces as tight as she could muscle them. When she completed the task she walked around to the front of me and asked if I could still breathe. I told her barely in very small amounts. She walked me over to a set of mirrors and I examined my figure with the corset in place. She took out her tape measure and told me that I lost three inches off my waist and now was a 38-30-38 figure. Several shoppers had stopped and were enjoying the corset fitting display. Susie finally showed up and told the sales girl that I would be wearing it out of the store and to go ahead and ring it up. She told me to put my shirt back on over the corset and pay for the purchase.

Susie then took me to a fancy shoe store and found the only female salesperson in the store and asked her to assist in finding just the right shoe for me. She came over and explained that they did not sell shoes for men in their store. I said I wanted three or four inch pumps.  She flat out laughed at me. “You’re kidding!” “No really I am serious. I want a comfortable four inch pump that will accentuate my calf muscles. She swallowed hard and took a measurement of my particularly small feet and determined that an eight or eight and a half would work. She left and after what seemed like eternity returned with four or five boxes of shoes. She tried on a pair that had extremely thin spike heels and asked me to walk around a bit in them. She probably thought I would fall on my face. I pranced around in front of her and she asked how I liked them. I told her they were okay but I wanted to see what else she had found. She had me try on open toed and ankle strap numbers. I settled on the first pair that she had showed me and we left.