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NOTE: Just a short story that struck my fancy. Many thanks to Anynomous
for "Mall Watchers." Hope you like it. LS
Obsession
By Lord Stormbringer
Marty sat at a table at the mall watching all the pussy walk by. There
was a large variety of ass that swarmed the mall, all of it on display.
Normally there were groups of women carrying bags and bags of clothes.
Marty drank it all in.
He noticed that all of the girls had their hair fashioned, lips made
up, clothes positioned just so. Everything designed to attract the
male. Skirts just up to here, pants pulled down to there. Breasts were
exposed, pushed up, and thrust out. All kinds of scents trailed behind
the women as they went on their mating quests.
Marty especially liked sitting in front of the Victoria's Secret store.
As he gazed inside, he could see women picking up wispy bras and
panties to try on. Sometimes they held them to their bodies, measuring.
Marty would brush his hand against his stiffening cock, imagining
becoming that intimate piece of apparel that would caress that silky
cunt or those stiff little nipples. He could only take so much before
he rushed off to pull on his cock frantically until cum spurted out. He
promised himself that he wouldn't do it again but within minutes he was
back sitting in front of the shops.
Marty hated his body. It was male but not the alpha male that commanded
attention. He was short and slight. His hair was "silky" as his mother
put it. He always compared his body to those of the goddesses he saw
running around the mall. Oh to have the power to command that sort of
attention, he pined. He really didn't want to be female. He just loved
everything female. At home he even tried on his sister's bra and
panties but alas they remained unfulfilled and the only thing that
drove him to a frenzy was sniffing her musk. Females even smelled
better than boys!
He noticed a couple of girls that were intently watching him and he
became uneasy. Something about their stares made a shiver run up his
spine. He turned back to the store and watched a mother and her
daughter comparing bras together.
He shivered and rubbed his arms, which suddenly sprouted goosebumps. He
tugged down his training bra under his T-shirt as it had ridden up a
bit. He felt his breasts and their budding promise. Enough watching.
Time to go home. He stood up, promptly forgetting the watching girls
who giggled behind their hands.
Marty kicked the stones down the road as he made his way home. He
always felt different than the other kids. Sometimes he wished he was
someone else. Someone with power! Girls had all the fun. They were
always the ones to look pretty, boys just wore the same old drab things
day after day. Girls got along with each other so well. They didn't
have to worry about being beat up by the neighborhood bully.
At home Marty's mother asked him how his summer was going. He mumbled
fine and finished his supper. He watched some TV and then headed to
bed. Tomorrow there would be more girl watching. He pulled his shirt
off and then his training bra. His nipples were puffed and stiff. He
stopped, fascinated. His mom said he was developing normally and soon
would have his own pair of tits. Of course, she called them "breasts"
but he knew they were tits. Maybe they would produce milk. He put on
his "Girlz rule" sleeping tee and went to sleep.
In the morning he woke and took a shower. He brushed out his hair and
got dressed. He put on his pink 34A bra. It seemed a bit tight. Maybe
Mom was right, he was developing! He mentioned it to his mom at
breakfast and she complimented him on his chest. He felt proud and went
off to the mall in a good mood.
As he walked through the mall window shopping, he noticed the same two
girls from yesterday. They were staring just as intently as before.
Marty was tempted to ask them what their problem was but promptly
forgot as a group of giggling girls went by. He noticed their dangly
jewelry and belly piercings. He just couldn't keep from obsessing over
anything female.
He wandered into one of the big department stores where a counter
played loud music as groups of women gathered to have their faces
painted by immaculately made up saleswomen. He drifted by the perfume
counter and couldn't resist trying one of the testers. He liberally
sprayed the perfume behind each ear and on each wrist. It was pretty
and his cock got hard. He dashed off to the bathroom for another
masturbation session.
When he was finished, he pulled his silk chemise down over his pants.
He loved the pretty pink floral color. His mother had warned him that
the chemise was underwear, but the trend was to wear it like a top. He
thought it accented his 34B tits to their advantage. As he left the
stall, a man gave him a strange stare that had Marty's nipples
tingling.
Back in the mall Marty stopped at a shoe store. Strappy high heels and
sandals were displayed in all different colors. Marty wondered what it
would feel like to put on a pair with his pretty painted toenails
peeking out of the open ends. He watched, with envy, as salespeople
helped women try on shoes. He imagined the smell of their freshly
washed feet and even felt his mouth water as he thought of lightly
running his tongue on the sweat damp insides of the used shoes.
Oh no. Another masturbation urge had him running for another restroom.
Afterward, he paused at the mirror after he washed his hands. He
flounced his long hair until it was back in the position his mom had
permed last night. He lifted his wrist to his nose and smelt the
perfume. Tick, tick, tick. His blood sang in his veins. He brushed the
chemise down over his 34C breasts, noting the protruding nipples. Quite
an attention getter, as his mother said. She was envious as Marty was
more top heavy than she or his sister.
He headed back to his favorite shop, Victoria's Secret and browsed the
bras. While he let his hands brush the satin cups, he covertly watched
the women shoppers. A mother and her daughter were comparing thong and
bikini underwear, gathering a selection to try on in the changing
rooms. Marty began to fantasize about being in the fitting rooms,
slipping on the slinky panties and snugging them against his crotch.
His hand crept up to his breast and he squeezed his turgid nipple
through the chemise. His eyes snapped open when he heard sniggering.
The two girls were watching him from across the aisle. His face
burning, he took his purchases to the counter and paid for them.
The clicking of his high heels on the mall floor barely brushed his
consciousness as he hurriedly headed for the nearest restroom. Once
inside a stall, he slid his pants down his slim brown legs. His cock
stood out, aching for attention. He grasped it firmly within his
crimson nailed fingers, the sight exciting his lust further until he
came in long ropy spurts of sperm.
He pulled up his gaucho pants and zipped the side. He loved the way
they hugged his hips and accentuated his rounded ass. His mom
constantly kidded him about his "child bearing" hips but guys found
that sexy. He knows that he did!
As he left the bathroom one of the guys washing his hands made a rude
comment that sent Marty's ears burning but secretly pleased him. Guys
were finally noticing him!
He sat at the food court table, sipping on his Diet Coke. He pulled out
a mirror and brushed his hair. His long dangly earrings sparkled
framing his face. They matched the belly piercing that showed off his
flat stomach. The halter he wore accented his tits and left his midriff
exposed.
Tired, he clacked off home to see his mom.
"Mom?" he called as he opened the door. No answer. He took his bags and
put them in his room. The pile of throw pillows on his pink bedspread
greeted him. He flounced on the bed and pulled his favorite stuffed
bear in a close embrace. He smelled the toy, smiling at the memories
piling in his mind.
Later, his mom still hadn't come home so he made a salad and showered.
He shaved his legs with his pink lady razor making sure to trim his
pubic hair in its neat heart shape that he found adorable. He trimmed
his eyebrows into arched thinness. He blew a kiss at the beautiful
image in the mirror. Gathering his supplies, he made his way back to
the bed to paint his nails their customary dark red. His toes were
separated with cotton balls as he read the latest Mademoiselle
magazine, paying close attention to the latest fashion styles.
After his nails dried, he put on his baby doll nightie with the
matching panties and curled into his bed.
"Morning, sweetie," his mother cooed, kissing him on the cheek.
Marty yawned and stretched his arms. His impressive breasts bobbled as
he got out of bed. They looked more massive on his tiny five foot
frame. He brushed his teeth, then deftly applied his makeup. He made
sure that his eyelashes were full and long with the latest mascara.
Rolling on lipstick and sealing it with gloss, his lips were full and
kissable.
He squeezed his body into the satin corset and called his mom in to
pull the laces tight until he had the hourglass shape he craved. She
lightly spanked him on his big bare ass and declared he was edible. He
slid his nylons up his legs and attached them to the corset's garters.
Sliding on a pair of lacy boy shorts, he tucked his tiny penis between
his legs. Over the shorts, he pulled on a denim miniskirt. He checked
the mirror again, pleased to note his 34D tits were mounding over the
top of the corset. He could just make out the edge of the aureole,
causing his nipples to stiffen into painful awareness.
He swayed downstairs and gave his mother a big kiss. She wished him a
good day and he headed back to the mall so intent that he didn't notice
the same two girls trailing him.
He played with his blond braids which hung over his chest to his waist.
His small purse swung on his arm as he swayed into the mall.
"Marti! Over here," a beautiful girl called, motioning for her to join
the group. They lightly kissed each other on the cheeks, careful not to
smudge their makeup. They talked and giggled about the boys that would
be trying to get into their pants that night.
Marti was so glad she had been born a girl. Boys had such a boring
existence.
The two girls giggled behind their hands. "Be careful what you wish,"
one said to the other as they turned their attention to other patrons.
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