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Three days in the life of Josie ? by: Josie Girlyc
Wednesday Morning
I start to cry when I see the outfit I have to wear today. It is a
punishment outfit and it is so girly that I will stand out like a
beacon. Sarina laughs and tells me, "Wipe the tears away honey, if you
give me any more grief you will wear this everyday for a week."
I put the outfit on; it is an orange and white pants suit. It is in a
tie-dye pattern. So it is splashes of these colors all over the outfit.
The top is short sleeved, with gold appliqu?s in geometric shapes glued
onto the front of the top. Very gaudy. It has a scoop neck and it is a
long tunic. The colors and style make it very dated and very girly-girl
looking. But that's not the worst part. The matching long pants I have
to pull up and fold under so that they look like SKORTS. Then I have to
wear beige shimmer pantyhose. My legs glisten with the shine and 4 inch
orange pumps.
Yes, 4 inch bright orange matching pointed pumps. Long dangling HUGE
ORANGE EARRINGS complete the look, a white summer purse, gold
bracelets, rings are all part of the "creamcicle" attire. That is what
Sarina calls this outfit and it is a very appropriate name.
The places that I have to go and be seen are very humilating. I park
the car and swing my legs out in the parking lot of 'Sam's'. It is a
huge discount store that is affiliated with Wal-Mart. It is a bulk food
store, but they sell almost anything you can think of. You need a
membership card to get in. I walk up and pull out my card; it has my
new photo on it. I had to go several years ago and get a new female
picture put on and get my name changed to Josie as well.
I mince in and hear my heels click on the cement as I wiggle up and
down the aisles. It is packed with people, hundreds are they're
shopping and everyone I walk pass glances at my outfit. Perched on
these heels with my stockinged legs peeking out I glow in the orange
and white outfit. It reminds me of something that the 'Nanny's' mother
would wear. You know the television show with Fran Drescher, her
mother's character dresses and wears these outrageous outfits. It feels
like one of those, there isn't a person, male or female that hasn't
looked at me.
I walk over, after getting most of the items on the list, to the soda
section. There are cases of soft drinks piles high. I wiggle over to an
older man who is working in the row and ask him if he can please come
over and help me lift the soda into my cart. I don't want to break a
nail. This is something I'm required to say and do. If I don't and
Sarina finds out my punishment will be worse than this embarrassing
bimbo moment.
The man looks me up and down, I feel like display item, as he takes me
in with his eyes, they settle on my heels and he then says, "Okay
Ma'am, can't have you breaking a little nail can we?" I wiggle in front
of him as we walk back to the soda line. I wonder what he is thinking
as I mince in front of him. I feel his eyes watching my orange pumps as
I place one in front of the other.
He places the soft drinks I pick out in my cart and I thank him in my
Meg Tilly girly voice. "Are you done shopping ma'am? I can push this up
to the cashier for you and get one of the guys to help you load this in
your car, if you'd like."
I'm so mortified, but I have to keep up the charade, I have to keep up
the act, or if he thinks I 'm a male, it will be horrific. "Oh that
would be wonderful, you are very kind and sweet." I try and say as
willowy as I can.
Now I lead him up to the cashier and he puts me in line, with all the
other people, most are in jeans, the females are in shorts, or
leggings, tee shirts, sandals, and tennis shoes. All very underdressed
for an outing to this store. Here comes me, dressed in these heels and
skorts outfit, every one just stares at this overdressed shopper. I
stand there and try and hold my hands as femininely as possible and try
and keep my feet together in a demure fashion. It is very differ cult
not to just run out of the store. Although I doubt I could run very
fast in these heels.
When its my turn I hand the male cashier my card and he looks at the
picture and I pay for all the items, A few moments later an young man
comes up and says, "Excuse me ma'am, are you the one that needed help
in loading your car?"
"Yes," I reply and we walk out to the car and he loads it all up.
I give him a tip and he says, "Thanks ma'am, Have a nice day now." I
drive to my next stop on this humiliation journey.
Into the mall parking lot, I have to park at Sears and go in to a
Lecters store. I have to park at Sears because Lecters housewares is at
the opposite end of the mall. So I have to trot from one end of the
mall to the other, then back to my car. Making stops in between. I have
to walk through Sears and I'm so self-conscious. Its not being dressed
as a female, I've gotten used to that. Its being dressed in this wild
outfit in public and knowing I have to act all the more feminine
because it draws so much attention to me. As I walk in and go along the
mall, Sarina has told me that I must stop and put in an application for
a job at every store I pass. I took me hours to finish this trip. But
even though I have a job, going to the interviews in various outfits
will be humiliating for me I know, and if I get a job offer Sarina may
make me take it.
I've worked at various mall jobs already as a female. In fact stopping
into Lecters. I was working there as a female last year. So I know that
Sarina wants all the people that are still working there that know me
to see me in the ridiculously girly outfit. I've worked in Sears and
Macy's as a female, as well as the restaurant as a waitress. I get the
things I need.
I have to stop at one of the jewelry stores to get a bracelet fixed and
hours later after filling out countless job applications with all these
people seeing me in this 'cream cicle' outfit.
I make dinner at home and Sarina tells me that tomorrow I get to be
dressed as a working female secretary to go on my trips around town.
Except that instead of a skirt, I get to wear my GIRDLE skirt. It is
going to worse than today!
Thursday
I check myself in the mirror and grab my list it is a long and
humiliating list of places and things to do. I'm dressed in a long gold
ribbed tunic top. Gold chains are dangling from my neck and drape on my
38 D breasts that push the bra outward and strain against my top. My
nipples are showing through this top and it looks very erotic. I have
on this short, short girdle skirt; it is nothing more than an elastic
girdle with step in panties. It barely covers my belted penis.
Yes I have had this chastity belt on for 5 years and it never comes
off. I get some relief when I'm at home Sarina will unlock it from
between my legs. (It is belted up and locked to a waist belt.) But it
never gets unlocked off and my scotum and penis are perpetually encased
in leather and stainless steel. I wash with it on, and shave all around
it. After awhile I've had what you would call emissions during the
night, some semen will dribble out but I've been denied any thing you
would call an orgasm for all this time.
What can I do, run to a locksmith and get it cut off, no one would
believe that I didn't want it on, only at the time I thought it would
stay on for a few days. It had these phony locks at first, the kind
that a flat key will unlock. After a few days I woke up one morning and
there were these tiny real padlocks attached.
Sarina laughed and told me that she would tell anyone I wanted it
locked on, whom would they believe? Just look at the way you are, all
shaved and femmed up. Do you think they would believe you didn't want
this? It has two padlocks that are real and I can't take it off, when I
get an erection it causes a slight discomfort, just enough so that my
erection subsides and viola! You now become emasculated, my penis has
become useless, and according to Sarina I don't require one.
I have black pantyhose on and black 3-inch patent leather pumps. Heels
that look very feminine but still office -like enough that a working
female would wear. I have an elastic big buckled belt around the tunic
and with my French (ballet slippers) nails except for the short girdle
I look like an office girl. A black purse with a shoulder strap
completes the look with my bracelets and rings; gold hoop earrings all
add the necessary accessories.
Sarina hands me a short black skirt that comes about halfway down my
thighs. "Take this with you because I want you to put this on in the
car whenever you go into a new place and you have to take it off once
you get in the car. I can't have you get arrested, but when you look at
where I'm sending you once you're in the car I think you will get a
good treatment of what you deserve."
The first location I pull into is a card store to pick -up birthday
cards for some of her friends; I dutifully slide the short black skirt
up and swing my legs out of the car. Heels clicking across the parking
lot, I swing my arms and wiggle to be sure that I pass as feminine as
possible, there isn't anyway I don't look like a women from a business
office out running errands on a work morning. I buy the cards from a
young female in the card store and she of course makes small talk as
I'm paying so I realize she certainly thinks I'm another woman like
her.
The next stop is a pool store where I have to buy supplies and I trot
in and of course the young men that work there are eyeing me up and
down. I see their eyes look at my nipples, then down my chest towards
my skirt, stocking encased legs and look at my pointed heels. "Can I
help you miss?" I have to be the usual bimbo, search for words, tilt my
head, speak with limp and waving hands, ask them all these stupid
questions that I know the answer too, But the young men are kind and
they explain everything and take me up and down the rows pointing out
the different items and such.
All the time my heels and wiggle they are enjoying to the utmost. I
hate having to pay because at all the places when I hand over the money
or the credit card with my female name everyone always pauses and looks
at my nails. It is the one way that I know I'm validated as a female,
or as a sissy. There is always a way to see whether your nails are Lee
press on's. You can always tell permanent acrylic nails. And when you
see them, like the hair and eyebrows that person across from me
realizes, Holy shit, this is a female, or Holy shit this poor guy is
stuck like this!!!!
I leave the pool store, and experience the same treatment at a 'Borders
Book Store'. There I have to order a book and of course stand at the
counter, posing in my skirt and heels, an older man helps me and treats
me like an imbecile. Is it my Minnie squeaky voice, or the wiggle in my
ass as I stroll with him to pick up the book I'm looking for? This old
fart is drooling looking at me dressed like this.
I go to a 'Staples' store and this young college boy who calls me
'Miss' at least a dozen times has me follow him all over the place.
Sarina has given me so many different little items to buy and look that
her humiliation at this store is very devilish. I trot with heels
clicking and wiggling having to follow this young man around and
everyone can see the dressed to the nines little office girl.
Another humiliation at not one but two Marine supplies stores. Think
about it, dressed like a secretary, looking for parts to a boat, the
ultimate bimbo!!! All these stores have huge parking lots; I have to
walk in these heels and everyone who goes in there is in jeans, or
sweats, shorts. All the men are very 'macho' looking. Nothing but sport
utility cars and pick-up trucks in the lot. I stand in line in the
first store and wait until someone will help me look for these 'cute
little things' that fit on my boss's boat. "Can you be a sweetie and
help me please?"
Waiting in line at the last marine shop a middle aged female is behind
me and she is dressed in jeans and sneakers, her hair is cut short and
she looks so manly standing next to this bubble teased female, I can't
believe how much like a woman I've become. When I speak and say these
things, I wonder, I've been acting like this for so long is this an act
anymore? Think I wouldn't know how to behave any other way.
I meet Sarina for lunch at this restaurant called the 'Pub'. I mince in
and see her at a table in the middle of the room. The place is packed
with all men, nothing but men in business suits. When I enter it seems
that everyone looks at me. I feel so lost now, this is the way I use to
look, now look at me in these permanent eyeliners, lips, pierced ears.
Permanent female haircut, all teased in this 'cute bubble' I feel so
humiliated.
Sarina smiles and says, "I wanted you to see what you are missing and I
wanted all the boys here to see your pretty legs."
As we finish our lunch, (summer salads.) I notice a man staring at me
from the next table. As we leave he comes up and says hello to Sarina
and I realize he is an old friend that we haven't seen in years.
"Where's that husband of yours?" he asks. Sarina smiles saying, "Right
here, Josh."
His mouth drops open, "No way," he says.
Sarina is giggling. "Josie is now my little woman at home, this is
what I've turned him into, like it?" All I can do is smile, smile,
smile, I know if I say anything I'll start to cry and I know if I don't
behave I'll be punished. "Josie is a full time female now," she then
says, "I have her working and taking care of the house and basically I
don't have to worry about her being a hound anymore chasing other
women. I've made sure of that! "
As Sarina is telling him all this I see his eyes just drink me in, he
is checking out every part of me and I can tell he sees all the
permanent changes. "If you'd like I'll have Josie unzipper your
trousers and show you how I've trained her to be a good little
cocksucker," she laughingly tells him. I'm dying inside. Not only
being exposed to my old friend but dying of worry because I'm scared
that Sarina will order me to my knees and I know I will have to obey!
Josh stammers, "Umm, awww," then he begins to laugh and says, "I
always knew you'd be one woman scorned. I used to warn your husband
about that. I guess he found out the hard way. See ya Sarina. Sorry to
see you gone old buddy, but better you than me."
Josh leaves and Sarina turns to me and smiles and says, "Good girl
Josie, you really have been trained so well, I was hoping he wouldn't
believe me and I was that close (she puts her fingers together) to
having you drop on your knees and opening up that cute painted mouth."
My head is reeling, it all seems so surreal but as I apply fresh
lipstick and slide my skirt off for the next stop I realize this is my
reality.
I pull into 'Home Depot' and it is full of cars and people and I walk
almost the entire length of the huge lot, pass cars and countless
people dressed in a gold top, skirt and heels. I have to buy a new
screen door and I wiggle up to the information booth and ask a man
where the screen doors are. He smiles and gives me that look that every
man who thinks I'm a little girl in heels.
"Just down 4 rows on your right little lady. Have a nice day." I stroll
down and find a man who is in this department and he shows me the door,
asks me if I have a cart and I tell him no, then tells me he will get
one for me and here I am standing in the row waiting as all these
people and especially the other working clerks all seem to come by and
check me out. A few minutes he comes back, lifts up the door and pushes
it for me through the store, with me trying to keep up in these heels,
it makes quite a picture. This huge man pushing a cart with a door and
the female in heels taking 3 steps to every one of his almost running
behind him.
When I get to the cashier I do as Sarina has told me on my list, I
walk up to him and smile, standing on my toes, even in these heels say,
"Oh thank you, you are sooo sweet to help me." Then I give him a big
kiss on the cheek. "Oh you have lipstick, let me wipe it off handsome."
I'm mortified, this guy LOVES IT! He smiles and says, "I didn't want a
lady like you to slip and fall in those heels. These cement floors are
dangerous." I smile and tell him thanks again and I pay the cashier,
who is a female and she is in hysterics laughing.
Then I push the cart, wiggling in my skirt out to the car. I stand and
wait until I see a lone man come out and I ask him in my best squeaky
voice. "Oh Please help me, I don't see anyone who works here and I
can't lift this door by myself." It is the same routine, I thank him
profusely, and I give him a kiss on the cheek and make sure that he
sees as much leg as possible when I get in my car.
As I drive home I realize now why Sarina had me take my skirt off in
the car every time. It is rush hour, I'm on the interstate and there
are trucks everywhere, they beep their horns and are slowing up,
looking at me in my car. They are high up driving along and these truck
drivers see a pantied girdles female pair of legs. I have almost an
hour's drive on this road and it is so humiliating to be exposed like
this!!!!
I finally get home and put on my maid's outfit. A little petticoated
short uniform in black. Lacy cuffs, lacy choker and maids hat in my
black stockings, seamed with my black 4-inch sandals. I curtsey as
Sarina comes in.
After serving her dinner, Sarina tells me as I rub her feet, that
tomorrow after my appointment at Holly's it will be a golf day, and
errands in another of my little skirted golf outfits.
Friday
Dressed in another female golf outfit, this is very, very girly. My
shaved legs have been oiled up so they glisten. I'm wearing a short
little skirt that barely covers the tops of my thighs. It is a nylon
skirt very thin and billowy, the slightest breeze gives it a chance to
puff up around me. I'm wearing little tap panties covering my belted
penis. It is blue; black and white in these geometric designs are over
the skirt. I have a white blouse which has these matching colors and
shapes in a pretty little design on the back of my top.
No way can it be considered anything but feminine. Matching socks in
the same pattern, tied up lacy female sneakers. I'm fully made-up;
Sarina had told me to layer on the mascara, lip-gloss, blush and I've
given myself this dark sultry look with the eye shadows. I'm wearing
pretty gold hoops, along with my diamond studs, female watch and
bracelets on my French manicure acrylic nails. I take my matching visor
and trot out to the car. List in hand I drive to Holly's for my bi-
weekly hair appointment.
Holly has helped Sarina feminize me and the reward for her is a regular
client twice a week. She gets to perm, color, cut my hair in a
permanent female cut. It is not just set, or teased so that it can be
washed out. It is cut in a definite woman's hairstyle. Allowed to grow
and kept trimmed this way always. I never wash my hair or take it out
of its style, it stays this way until Holly's salon will either re-do
the look or give me a different set.
I've been several shades of red, highlights, banana blonde, whatever
Sarina and Holly decide. I've been braided, French twist, up do, teased
anything as long as it looks girly and can't be taken out easily,
appeals to Sarina.
This visor and outfit scream girly-girl as I mince in to the salon, it
is not a regular strap visor, it is a female one that has the same
design as my skirt and shirt and it only fits on the front of your
face, it gets bobby-pinned in and the visor is backless so that your
hair can be done all up around it and not be flattened. Very
humiliating!!! With every female golf outfit, it comes with a matching
visor.
Holly smiles when I come in and orders me to the sink. All the other
stylists are there, Holly's two sisters who work with her and Tracy
another stylists all smile as well in various turns they all say, "Hi
Josie." So all the other patrons hear my feminine name and immediately
everyone thinks I'm just another female client. But as I glance at
myself in the mirror on the way to the sink to get my hair washed I
realize that I look like a female! It's my mind that hasn't fully
adjusted. Except for this locked up penis, everything about me screams
woman. My breasts strain against a shirt so tight that my nipples show
through, I have a little skirt that flows with every wiggle and my
hands have been trained so long in feminine nails that I automatically
hold them in a limp feminine gesture all the time.
This morning in two of the chairs sit two men getting their hair cut,
and they look me up and down as I walk by, I know after my hair is
washed I have to walk past them up to the front chair because Holly 's
sits right at the front window. Holly makes small talk and of course
compliments me on my ' sporty outfit'. She tells me I look like I'm
coming out of a magazine for women's golf attire because everything
matches 'soooo cute'.
Tracy pipes in and asks me where I'm playing golf today and also each
stylists as if cued tells me I look 'adorable', 'very sweet' or
'pretty'. Cindy, who is Holly's sister and is cutting one of the men's
hair. He is a middle-aged man dressed in work clothes.
She tells him, "Look at our girlfriend Josie, see how we women have to
co-ordinate everything we wear. I mean MEN NEVER DRESS as matching as
women do and I think it would be cute to have men's outfits color match
as well as female's?"
Cindy is loving every minute of this and calls attention to my outfit
to this man. He now really gives me the once over and smiles as he
looks at my legs, breasts, face as I'm sitting there in the sissiest
outfit a female would wear. The man says, "I think your friend looks
cute."
Cindy laughs and says, "Oh Josie, Cliff here thinks you look cute,"
then she adds, "you know Cliff, Josie is available and I could fix you
up if you'd like." I'm dying sitting in this salon chair across from a
man who now is really looking at me and thinks I'm an available female.
Cliff gets up after his hair is done and strolls over to my chair,
reaches out his hand and says, "My name is Cliff, I think you're very
attractive and I'd love to call you sometime. WOULD YOU GIVE ME YOUR
NUMBER?"
I hold out my hand like a female and hold his and say, "Thanks I think
you're cute too." and Cindy pipes in.
" Cliff I have Josie's number, I can give it to you at the desk. Its
alright isn't Josie?" she is grinning from ear to ear and so is Holly I
know I have to say okay. Or it will go right back to Sarina that I was
uncooperative in the salon.
I smile and in my little girl whisper I tell Cindy that it's okay.
Cliff perks right up and tells me, "Thanks, I'll be calling you."
I tell him, "Can't wait." I look forward to getting together with him.
After Cliff leaves Cindy and Holly start in telling me how nice he is
and how it would be fun for me to go out to dinner, or the Movies with
him and have a good time. I'm so humiliated. They are laughing and
giggling the entire time.
After my visor is pinned in and my hair is teased a mile high I look so
much like a female with my 'who' eyebrows and full made-up face, it is
very obvious that I look so sissified even for a female. I thank Holly
as I've been trained and tell her, "See you next Tuesday."
I walk across the lot, pass my grease monkey men in the Sears garage
who call after me. Into the car and I drive to my first errand which is
the bank. I walk in and go up to the female teller, who asks, "Can I
help you ma'am?"
I smile and say yes and give her my checks and such I always get so
embarrassed and I never quite get used to being referred to as miss or
ma'am it always seems like a shock to me. I know I should be used to
it, but it still 'gets' me every time.
The next stop is a Nursery chain called 'Franks' which I have to
stroll in go up to the counter ask to see a sales clerk, A woman comes
over, "Yes ma'am can I help find something?"
I tell her in my bimbo voice and very girly mannerisms that I'm looking
for some type of grass seed and try to explain that, "My husband sent
me here and I really have no idea what I'm looking for." I always
cringe when I have to do these little acts that Sarina has told me to
say. At home she would make me rehearse and rehearse until she told me
it was girly enough, or bimbo enough. Usually by the time I have it
down to her satisfaction she is crying from laughing so hard.
The sales clerk takes me to the back and once again I have to get
someone to help me load up the bags because I don't want to 'break a
nail' and a young man comes up, a high school kid to push the cart out
and load up my car. I walk behind him as he pushes the cart out to the
parking lot and I feel so girly when I see such a macho young male. It
reminds me of what I used to be, now what I've become is so opposite.
"Thank you ma'am, have a nice day," he smiles and says as he walks
away.
It is Friday and Sarina meets me early at the golf course, we have
lunch there and are the only two females. It is full of men who eye us
both up and down. Sarina is wearing a pleated skirt and matching outfit
and we look like two golfing girls. As we approach the first tee we are
paired up again with two macho young men Brad and Mike who hit the ball
extremely far and of course I'm only allowed to play as a struggling
beginner.
My huge breasts prevent me from swinging hard, my long nails make it so
I can't grip the club and the furthest I can hit the ball is 75 yards
at a time. I'm introduced as Bambi to this two men and I have to be my
girliest so that I 'm not found out, who knows what these two macho
boys would do.
5 hours later and a weary bimbo and her girlfriend finish. We say
goodbye to our golfing pals and thankfully Sarina only decides on
dinner at another sports bar nearby. We walk in and get seated by the
hostess and I go through another barrage of 'cute outfit'. "Are you
ladies golfers? Can I buy you girls a drink?"
Sarina says yes and several drinks later we are talking to 2 men that
think we are girlfriends and want our numbers and such so that they can
get together later with us...
Vera
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