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It's My Party, Part 4 free porn video
Saturday evening, there was a ring at the door. My mom and Laura were back at
this stage and I was just starting to forget my various ordeals.
"Robert, it's for you." It was my mom.
I ran down the stairs and as I passed her in the hall, she smirked at me. What
was that about? Oh, probably because I didn't usually get calls from two
giggling girls. Yeah, you guessed it. They looked older now, in jeans and
skimpy tops.
"Hi Robbie, you look a lot like your mommy. Ha ha ha. Come on, we've got a
busy day ahead."
We got a bus to the local shopping mall. On the way they quizzed me about the
last bus journey we had taken together. I told them it was a bet I had with
friends but my story was short on details and unconvincing.
"It doesn't really matter, you're our toy today. That's if you're good, but if
you don't do what we tell you...who knows how long this will last."
This was Ruth, the brunette, she did most of the talking. Sarah, the taller
blond, just smiled a lot and stared at me with worrying intensity.
In the mall, they sneaked me into a ladies toilet and we all went into the
disabled cubicle. There they had me change into a little denim mini, a tight
pink boob tube and 3" beige wedges. Sarah tied my hair into a tight ponytail
and added tons of black eye make up and pink lip gloss. The overall effect was
to make me look like some skinny teenybopper tart with small breasts, tiny
waist, no hips and legs up to my neck. So, I fitted in very well in the
shopping mall on a Saturday with all the wannabe Britneys and Christinas.
"Ehm, I don't have any underwear on."
"Oh, you mean panties, do you want some panties?"
I knew what they wanted, "Please can I have some panties to wear under my
skirt."
"Of course you can, girlfriend", said Sarah, producing the tiniest black thong
ever made, which I put on thankfully.
We spent the next two hours browsing clothes with hordes of other teen girls,
which wasn't so bad once I realised that I didn't stick out as a boy. They
even had me try on a couple of things. When i came out of the changing room in
a white jersey dress, Sarah "involuntarily" shouted out, "Oh my god, Robert,
you should get that!" I'm sure I saw a couple of girls eyeing me suspiciously
as I turned and posed for the girls in the clinging dress. One girl in
particular was looking very intently and slowly browsed her way over to us,
"It really suits you, makes the most of your assets."
Ruth was bursting to give me away, "Well, this girl has more assets than most,
you'll never believe..."
The mystery girl interrupted, "Oh I know all about that, I can tell these
things, but most people can't so don't you worry. You're the best looking girl
in the store, who cares if you're not one?", and then she left. I was blushing
with pride for once turning to and fro in front of the mirror, but Ruth wasn't
happy, "Right get changed, time for lunch, ROBERT."
WE ate in a diner style restaurant where the girls seem to know a lot of the
waitresses. One by one I was introduced to them as Robert and they each did a
double take before their eyes lit up and the questions came. Ruth tells most
of them that I'm her cousin who was caught trying on her clothes.
"My mom thought it was me in my room, so she just went right in and caught him
red handed. He had one of my best pantie sets on and an old bridesmaid dress I
wore years ago and a pair of heels. She said since they were my clothes, I
could decide his punishment. So, here we are."
She spoke nice and loud so no one would miss out on the story. One couple were
so disgusted that they asked management to throw me out, and when they
wouldn't they left with their kids in tow.
After we ate they made a big production of presenting me with my very own
waitress uniform. The waitresses wore a navy, nylon dress that came down to
lower thigh level. It seemed like the kind of outfit that would be very sweaty
to work in. Unsurprisingly everyone wanted to see how it looked on me, so I
was sent to the toilet to change. On taking it out of it's plastic wrapper, I
realised that I had been given the smallest size available which was tiny even
on my small frame. When I had managed to squeeze into it and dragged the zip
up my back, it was fit to burst. It forced my chest into a cleavage I didn't
think possible with so little flesh and the hem was above mid thigh and
painfully tight. It was tightest around the waist though, and my 26" waist was
squeezed far smaller than usual. I now looked like a stripper might if she was
dressed like a waitress.
Unable to put it off any longer, I went back out to cheers and whistles. Sarah
exchanged my wedges for towering black heels which, even with all my practice,
were very hard to balance on. Just to make my humiliation complete, they had
me wiggle in and out of the kitchen bringing down orders to tables of amazed
diners. After what seemed like ages, the head waitress told me I could stop if
I wanted, "your cousin left these for you", she said indicating a black
handbag and a little black jacket. Oh my God! They had left me to get home
alone dressed as I was! I quickly opened the bag to find my wallet with some
change in it. This situation felt way too familiar. What was it that made
women want to demean me like this? All I wanted to do was dress on my own but
I couldn't seem to get any privacy. At least last time I was a schoolgirl
among schoolgirls, no woman would dress like this unless she was a hooker or a
stripper. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the night, with the words
of the head waitress echoing in my head, "Maybe this'll teach you to respect
other peoples privacy, hmm?"
TBC
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