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Appendix
A was written by Snowflake, who is my co-conspirator on a series,
The Painter's Daughters (TPD). The title came from our interim decision
to place the short as an appendix to the main story until we could
figure out how to incorporate it.
We couldn't. The public
humiliation aspect does not track with the TPD story line (although
everything else in Appendix A would feel right at home with one
fork of the story).
But, we thought, why
waste a cute piece?
Appendix
A
An adventure
in cross-dressing
It was President's Day
and neither She nor i had to go to work. In the living room i sat
down in my comfortable armchair to read the morning paper. i rolled
up the sleeves of my white shirt. Also, i had on a pair of tan Dockers,
white socks and loafers.
And women's briefs.
She kept me in panties all the time, of course. Today they were
white nylon Vanity Fair size 7.
She walked into the
living room wearing a pale green sleeveless blouse, some comfortably
fitting stone washed jeans and sneakers. "Darling, Nordstrom's will
open in an hour. There's a sale on today." There was a mischievous
grin on Her face and i felt a stirring... "I want you to go put
on a bra and some stockings."
"Yes, Mistress." i had
an inkling of what was on Her mind but i knew not to ask what She
had planned. In the bedroom i took a pretty white bra from my drawer.
It was designed for those needing an A cup but through the miracle
of modern technology, when i put it on it gave me the hint of a
figure, and even a little cleavage. Also from the dresser i took
an old but cherished white Vassarette garter belt and a pair of
sheer nylons. i put on the intimate feminine apparel and stood in
front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror to admire what She had instructed
me to wear. i put on my shirt, pants and loafers and again stood
in front of the mirror.
My bra was not glaringly
obvious; both it and my shirt were white. But, depending on how
i turned or how the light caught my body, you could see the outline
of something feminine and pretty. And a close look below my pants
cuffs showed my nylon-encased ankles. i returned to the living room
where She was curled up in my chair reading the Metro section. She
looked up at me, noticed the bulge in my pants and smiled.
"Get me a pair of anklets
and a pair of short pumps, sweetness."
"Yes, Mistress." i went
to our bedroom and took Her black 1-1/2" pumps from the closet,
a pair of ankle-high nylons, and returned to kneel at Her feet and
remove Her sneakers. i carefully slid the nylons onto Her pretty
feet and slipped them into the pumps. She stood.
"Better grab your sweater,
dear. I think the bulge in your panties is just delightful but what
will the neighbors think?" i got my blue cardigan and opened the
front door for Her. We held hands as we walked down the driveway
to the car. i was holding the sweater in front of myself with the
other hand so nobody could see my embarrassment.
i opened the car door
for Her. My quickened breathing was because i needed more oxygen,
i suppose. i said to Her, "Mistress, You are such a wonderful Woman."
"Of course I am, sweetness."
She gave me a light kiss on my cheek before She sat down and buckled
Her seat belt. i closed the door for Her and went around to my side
and got in. my cock was rock hard. She kept it that way all the
way to Nordstrom. Every so often She would lean over and pet me,
matter-of-factly. i knew my place and kept my hands on the wheel.
Somehow i managed to carry on a normal conversation with Her. She
was interested in the new tower building project and the animosity
between city hall and the architects. She had such an insight into
the politics of the situation. Mistress was one very smart Woman,
in more ways than one.
When we arrived at the
department store i parked away from the entrance. It was a beautiful
day and i knew She liked walking with me along the tree-lined cobblestone
path holding hands. You might have thought i didn't need my sweater
because of the balmy weather but i sure needed it to cover up my
embarrassing erection. Or to cover up the bra beneath my shirt.
Or if i wore it to cover my bra and also leaned way forward maybe
somehow nobody would notice my arousal. i began to feel confused
as i so often did when my wonderful Mistress was inside my head,
controlling my life. At that moment i wanted so badly to go back
home with Her and kneel at Her feet and ask to take off Her shoes
and jeans and put my head between Her thighs and worship Her. That
made me feel so safe, and i knew where i belonged...
She knew what was going
through my mind. "Dear, you should have brought two sweaters, don't
you think?" She smiled at me and took my hand as we walked towards
the entrance. i found it hard to look up. Because every so often
i would and sometimes a couple would be whispering to each other
and looking at me and pointing. And i felt so embarrassed. But my
penis didn't seem to be bothered in the least.
As we walked into the
lingerie department a saleslady came up and said, "May I help you?"
"Yes, we'd like to look
at nylon briefs, sizes 5 and 7," Mistress replied. i looked up from
the floor to the saleslady. She was looking at my chest and i thought
i saw a trace of amusement on her face as quickly she took in who
i was and who really wore the panties in my family. She resumed
her professional demeanor. i knew Nordstrom employees had a reputation
for their high level of training and helpfulness.
The saleslady took us
towards the selections of full-cut panties. As we passed by the
counter i thought i heard a giggle from the two salesgirls there
but i wasn't sure and i couldn't look directly at them. i felt so
embarrassed and humiliated.
Mistress noticed my
distress, raised Her hand to my face and lovingly ran Her fingers
down my cheek. "There, there, darling. Everything will be all right."
Mistress and the saleslady exchanged a knowing look. It was so embarrassing.
The saleslady stood
next to the size 7 racks and looked at me. "Now, what color would
we be interested in today?"
"Blues and greens, I
think," Mistress said. "Blue is for boys and, well, I don't think
my darling's collection of green undies is in all that good shape
and besides, St. Patrick's Day is coming soon. Here, sweetness,
let me hold your sweater."
My throbbing penis strained
to break free of my panties creating an obvious tent in my pants.
And Mistress wanted to take away the only thing i had to conceal
it! "Come, along sweetness. We need to get an idea of how the pretty
new panties will look on you." i was mortified, i was confused,
i was so aroused and yet we were in a public place. i couldn't fall
at Mistress' feet, could i? But i needed Her so badly. She was so
good to me. i wanted to run behind the racks of intimate, feminine
apparel and hide. But i couldn't. Mistress wouldn't like that.
The saleslady handed
me a pair of blue panties with a cute frill all around the edges
(actually, they felt soft and wonderful but i was so embarrassed
i was hardly aware of what i was doing) and she said to Mistress,
"You know, if we move over there to the large mirror I think we'll
have a better idea of how simply delightful these will look on him.
Or is it 'her'?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter,"
Mistress laughed. "Why not 'her.' It's Monday, it's a holiday and
'she' looks so feminine today, don't you think?" Well, the customer
is always right so of course the saleslady agreed with Her. i felt
so embarrassed. if only i could kiss and suckle Mistress' pretty
pussy i know i would have felt safe. i always did. But here i was
out in the open and... "Darling, where are your manners? Offer to
carry the pretty panties the saleslady is holding over to the mirror."
And we went over to
the mirror and Mistress made me stand in front of it and hold pair
after pair of the filmy nylon garments in front of me and the saleslady
kept referring to this pair or that pair and how cute or adorable
she just "knew" they would be on me and giggles were definitely
coming from the girls at the lingerie counter and i just felt so
bewildered and ashamed. And hard.
"It really is all right,
darling, there's no need to be embarrassed." She confided in the
saleslady, "'She' still hasn't got used to it, poor thing. Would
you get me a half-dozen pairs of size 5 Vanity Fair briefs? Plain
white would be nice, Diaphanique nylon." The saleslady left us to
get what Mistress had ordered.
Mistress moved right
up next to me. "What are you thinking, sweetness?" She whispered.
She began to fondle the bulge in my pants.
"i... i" i had no voice.
i couldn't get the words out. i needed Her so badly. She knew She
controlled me body, heart and soul. "Mistress," i croaked, "Puleeease
take me home. i promise i'll be good."
"Of course you will,
darling. You are always good. Mistress knows she can always count
on you to do what is needed to give Mistress the time she needs
to make herself beautiful. You do all of the housework and shopping.
And you serve all of Mistress' needs all the time. What more could
a woman ask for?"
i was startled as i
realized the saleslady had returned and had heard every word Mistress
had said. "Now, sweetness, these six pairs are for you and these
are mine. Please go to the counter and pay for them."
"Yes, Mistress." The
saleslady laughed as she heard me address Mistress by Her proper
title. The two women chatted together and followed slowly behind
me as i went to the counter. The two girls at the cash register
looked me over with delight. One of them started ringing up the
purchases and then stopped, saying in a loud, clear voice, "There
must be a mistake here. Half of these panties are size 5 and the
other half are size 7."
"It's OK, Shelley,"
said my saleslady. "There is no mistake." i looked at my Mistress
as i was surrounded by the three strange women. She was enjoying
my discomfort and She blew me a kiss and winked. Mistress is such
a sweet and demure Woman. But also Mistress is pure unadulterated
power. She never has to be obvious about it, but She just *is* it
nonetheless.
The other girl behind
the counter stared at me. She couldn't have been looking at my crotch
because i had that pressed hard against the counter. She was looking
higher. "Bras are on sale, too," she said coyly.
"Next week," said Mistress.
And as i held the shopping bag filled with pretty panties in front
of my body, Mistress held my other hand and led me out. People were
looking at me. Mistress held my sweater.
"May i put on my sweater,
please Mistress?"
"No darling, it's such
a nice day out." It was so embarrassing.
As we drove home She
wiggled in Her seat and She smiled at me and i thought i knew what
was coming. When we got back She would make me remove Her shoes
and Her jeans and Her blouse and i would be required to take off
my shirt, pants and loafers. She might make me put on a pair of
heels just to add to my embarrassment. But it was really not too
embarrassing in front of Mistress. It's just the way things were
between us. She was so good to me, you see. i would do anything
for Her. my purpose in life, in fact my only reason for existence,
was to serve Her. i would be required to kneel in front of Her and
begin with little kisses and licks up Her legs, up the soft inside
of Her thighs...
Mistress always knew
what was best for me.
The suburban speed limit
signs said 35 mph. i drove at 60. i had to get home quickly...
Anchorage, Alaska March
9, 1995
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