Henry and Bobby Go To The Mall Part 2
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"It's wonderful, Bobby!" Henry squealed delightedly. "Now, I stick out in
all the right places!"
As her twelve year old son looked on, the former man stood before the
mirror and examined her newly feminized form. It was truly an impressive
body. Clad in only a t-shirt and shorts that strained to contain her
ample female flesh, Henry delightedly twisted and turned to view her
voluptuous figure from every possible angle. The nipples on the pretty
brunette's blimp shaped bosoms stood brazenly erect beneath the thin
fabric of her t-shirt. Her son stared transfixed by the jutting breasts
and rounded buttocks his father now enjoyed. Bobby swallowed hard as her
protruding nipples bounced mere inches from his face.
This was only the second time Bobby's father had transformed into a woman
and the first after her passionate encounter with 'bruce_titlover_no1'
began Thursday night. Now, on a Saturday morning, Henry was filled with
excitement at the opportunity to spend the whole day as a female. After
the second transformation, Henry was pleased to find that her hair had
grown past shoulder length. And, she now had a full head of dark,
luxurious, albeit unkempt, hair. Bobby had never seen a woman as pretty
as his dad had become.
"Do you want to go to the mall with me, honey?" Henry melodiously
inquired. Her voice was like the cooing of a dove. It made every word she
spoke sound provocative.
"Right now?" Bobby asked flustered.
"Well, not if you have something better on your calendar for this
afternoon," Henry joked. "I need you to help me shop."
"F-for girl's clothes?" Bobby asked nervously.
Henry put her hands on her hips and struck a pose. "What do you think?"
she asked sarcastically.
"I know. Dumb question," Bobby sheepishly replied.
"Come on and go with me. It'll be fun!" she giggled.
"Okay," Bobby said flatly.
"Great!" she said wrapping her arms around her son. Bobby could feel her
heavy breasts press against him. She backed away slightly, gazing
affectionately into her son's eyes. "I love you." She sighed.
"I love you, too," Bobby responded smiling. Her eyes looked so blue.
"Just give me a sec to change into something a little less... bold." She
laughed.
"Alright. I'll wait on the couch."
Bobby grabbed his coat and took a seat in the living area of their
condominium. He could barely hide the anticipation he felt at the idea of
them taking a trip to the mall. Since his mother had left them when Bobby
was still young, this would be the first time he had ever been with a
grown woman as she shopped for clothes. The thought of watching a lady
try on outfits excited him, even if that lady was his dad.
After what seemed like forever to Bobby, Henry emerged from her bedroom
wearing gray sweat pants, tennis shoes and a thick, hooded top. She took
a long coat out of the hall closet and donned it. She pulled the front
over her breasts and took account of the effect.
"Well, that will at least keep me from starting a riot," she reasoned.
Bobby was taken aback that his father instinctively knew the power of her
extraordinary breasts.
The two descended the stairway from their second story flat and into the
condo complex parking lot. Henry unlocked the door of her Honda and they
climbed in. As she pulled her red, four-door sedan onto the street, a
thought occurred to the new woman.
"Gee, I sure hope we don't get pulled over," she said, her face showed
concern. "I don't have a driver's license for me like this. And, I sure
don't know how I'd explain it!"
Bobby looked over at his dad's pretty face and sparkling blue eyes. The
seatbelt wedged between her breasts caused them to project dramatically
despite her thick sweat top.
"I don't think it'll be a problem," Bobby gulped. "Just tell the cop that
this is your boyfriend's car and hope it's not a female officer."
"Hey, you're good!" Henry giggled, impressed by her son. "Maybe, you
should be a girl, too."
For a long moment, time stood still. Bobby looked at the mounds of flesh
on his father's chest, then down at his own flat torso. "Maybe, you
should be a girl, too." The words echoed in his mind.
The late October Saturday was cold and overcast. As woman and son walked
across the mall parking lot, a biting wind swirled around them. Bobby
zipped up his jacket against the frigid air.
"I think it may snow," Henry forecasted. The gusts were reeking havoc on
her hair. "Remind me to get a hairbrush, too, Bobby."
The crowd inside the mall was light and peopled mostly by women and girls
perusing the various shops. Henry led Bobby through the mall and into an
upscale department store. The smell of new fabric filled Bobby's
nostrils. He loved that smell.
"I think we'll start here," Henry reasoned. "And, first on the agenda
should probably be underwear."
They found the lingerie section easily. Numerous metal and glass racks
displayed brasseries in all kinds of colors. Bobby thought they looked
pretty. But, the suggestive way the rounded cups indicated their purpose
of holding breasts caused an uneasy feeling to knot up in his stomach.
An aged saleslady approached the browsing pair and asked if she could be
of assistance. Henry responded 'not right now' but said she may have some
questions in a moment. The woman smiled. But, a strange expression swept
her face when she looked at Bobby. The boy was glad when the lady walked
away.
Henry had begun studying the bras intently. She held up a bra with a
floral print from out of a floor display.
"I like all these," she said nodding toward the display. "But, those
would probably be better for everyday." She motioned to a rack of white
bras with wide shoulder straps and thick bands for around the back.
"Oh, look, Bobby! This one is pretty!" Henry said plucking a purple bra
from another display. "Let me see what size it is." She turned the tag
over. Bobby peeked at it as she did. It read 36C.
"I don't think that will be near big enough," Bobby's dad frowned.
She began earnestly looking through the rest of the rack. From the back,
she pulled another bra out. This one had much bigger cups. 36DD was the
size on the tag. Bobby gasped. That just sounded big.
"I'll try this one first. And, then we'll go from there." Henry looked
around for a moment and then spotted the ladies' dressing rooms. In this
section only one gender's dressing area was needed. She headed that
direction with Bobby following closely. When he started to pursue her all
the way inside, she stopped.
"Oh, honey, you'll have to wait for me out here," she said
apologetically. "I wish you could go back there with me." She seemed
genuinely sorry.
"Oh!" Bobby said suddenly remembering his place. He had been quite caught
up in this experience. "Okay."
"I'll only be a second. I promise," Henry said holding up one graceful
finger as she walked down the short hallway and disappeared into a
dressing room.
Bobby stood alone waiting at the entrance of the dressing area. His heart
quivered as he looked out over the abundant amount of brasseries. He felt
left out.
"Bobby!" he heard a whispering voice beseech him imploringly. He turned
to see his father's feminine head poking out from the dressing room
doorway. "Is there anyone around?"
Bobby surveyed the area. The closest lady was several yards away.
"No." He shook his head.
"Tell me, do you think this is too small." Henry stepped out quickly into
her son's view.
Bobby's jaw fell open and his eyes grew wide. His dad stood before him
with the purple bra fighting vainly to hold her enormous bosoms. Henry's
huge breasts were bulbously spilling up and out its overmatched cups. At
the sight of his father's half-exposed tits, Bobby's small penis snapped
up as hard as a rivet. For several seconds, he was frozen in place.
"It... it's t-too sm-sm-small," Bobby finally managed to stammer.
"Shit. And, this is the biggest size they have in this bra," Henry cursed
as she reentered the room and shut the door behind her.
Bobby was stunned. He couldn't believe how hot his dad had looked with
her boobs falling out of that bra. He felt both aroused by and jealous of
her magnificent curves.
Henry walked out from the dressing area and placed the purple bra back in
its display. Her coat must have still been in the changing room. Braless
breasts wobbled under her hooded top.
"Where did that lady go, Bobby?" she asked looking around. "Oh, there she
is." Bobby's feminized father motioned the woman over to them.
The saleslady was a rather tall woman at about five foot nine inches. In
her heels, she stood almost six foot. She towered over the five foot five
Henry. Her frame was lanky but not entirely shapeless. She studied the
woman in front of her. This shopper was approximately thirty years old,
wore no makeup and her hair was a windblown fright, appearing to have
never been properly styled. And dressed in a tacky manner at first sight,
wearing a sweat suit and men's full length coat, the experienced lady
suspected she had a shoplifter on her hands. But, experience had also
taught her to be polite and lay her suspicions aside until she could be
certain. Some of her best sales had come from rich eccentrics.
"I have some questions for you now," Henry started. "Do you have this
plum bra in a size larger than 36DD?"
"Larger than 36DD?" The lady looked Henry up and down. "My, you are a
busty one." She walked over to a wooden shelf with several open spaces
containing bras stacked one atop the other. "That particular bra goes up
to size 36DD. But, I think you will like this... and this one."
The woman handed Henry two bras, one a slightly lighter shade of purple,
the other a deep red. These bras had noticeably bigger cups than the
first. The shoulder straps and back bands were much wider as well. Thick
underwire ran beneath each cup. Henry flipped over the tags. 36DDD was on
the purple's tag. 36F read the tag upon the red bra.
"Try these two on, if you please. I think with your bust, you will find
them much more comfortable. And, they are still quite stylish." The
saleslady nodded assuredly.
"Yes. They are. I like these," Henry said examining them. She vanished
into the dressing room again.
"Is that your mother?" the lady asked Bobby as they waited.
"Um. Yeah," Bobby said hesitatingly. The question had caught him off
guard. He wasn't sure how to respond.
"You do not sound very sure." The woman laughed casting a confused glance
at the boy. "But, there certainly is a family resemblance. You look
enough like her. That is for sure."
Bobby had been told his whole life that he looked like his father. He
wasn't sure how to feel being told he looks like his dad now that she's a
woman. Inside, however, a part of him liked it.
"Oh, this is much better!" Henry exclaimed as she stepped into the
dressing area hallway. "I really like this one!" The red bra she wore was
a perfect fit, even though a great portion of her breasts came over the
top of its cups. It was readily apparent that Henry was going to have
abundant cleavage no matter what bra she wore. Bobby's face told her that
he liked this one, too.
"Um, ma'am... maybe you should step back in here with me and try the
other one on." The saleslady had gasped at the sight of the bosomy
exhibition. She glanced down at Bobby's ogling face and charged towards
Henry excitedly. "Give us just a moment. We will be right out," she
blubbered nervously toward Bobby.
Henry stepped back into the dressing room with the women right behind
her.
"This one is a lot more comfortable. You were right. And, I love the
color!" Henry sang as she looked at her reflection in the room's mirror.
"Yes. And, it is quite flattering to your figure," the lady added.
"Let me have that other one, please." Henry motioned behind the woman to
a small seat where the lavender colored bra rested. The saleslady picked
it up. When the woman turned back towards her, Henry reached behind
herself and unclasped the four hooks fastening her red bra. She leaned
forward and slipped her shoulders from the bra straps causing her blimp
tits to spring whoppingly out from the cups that had confined them. The
saleswoman stared astonished at the gravity defying mounds that hung on
the brunette's chest. Capped by giant areolas with stiff, fat nipples,
the incredible pair swung hypnotically. In spite of her strict moral
views and upbringing, the woman felt a moistness start to build between
her thighs and her own nipples begin to tighten. The older woman fought
these feelings as Henry took the lavender bra from her hand.
"Thank you," Henry said sweetly, noting the other, more modestly
breasted, woman's gaping stare at her endowments. Henry felt an
unprecedented feeling of pride at the lady's obvious gawking. She
purposely shoved her chest forward when she fastened the new bra behind
herself. She slowly raised the shoulder straps and teasingly lifted one
breast and then the other to place them in the purple cups. Again, a
generous amount of cleavage was created. Henry liked this bra, as well.
"How do I look?" Henry asked smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
"Quite lovely," the saleslady said breathlessly.
"Thank you," Henry sang. "Tell me this, though... Why is one bra a 36F,
and this one is a 36DDD, but they both fit me?"
"A 36DDD is a 36F. Different manufacturers will call their bras either
one size or the other. But, it is the same size."
"Well, that doesn't make much sense." Henry's brow furrowed.
"Has that never been explained to you before?" the woman asked.
"Not really," Henry said dismissively. "Can you help me find a few more
bras this size. I want both of these. But, I'll be needing some that I
can wear everyday for long periods of time."
" will be glad to." The lady nodded politely.
"Do you have panties to match them?" Henry asked about her new bras.
"Because, I'll need panties, too."
"Of course. I will get them for you. We have panties that would be better
suited for everyday wear, also."
"And, I don't know if I'll have to get someone in another department to
help me, but, I will be needing some other things as well, clothes,
shoes, a purse, things like that."
The woman's eyebrows raised. "Oh, I am Mrs. Curtis. I am a store
manager." The woman pointed to her nametag. It read Mrs. Ilene Curtis,
Manager. "And, you are?"
"I'm Miss Benton," Henry responded with mental agility. She had already
prepared herself for the probable question. "Linda Benton."
"Well, Miss Benton, I assure you, I can help you find whatever you may
need."
"Oh, great!" Henry gushed. "That will make all this a whole lot easier."
"May I ask what you mean by 'all this'?" Mrs. Curtis inquired.
"You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you!" Henry laughed. "Let's
just say that I am in the middle of a big change and find myself without
proper clothing."
The saleswoman's eyes squinted wryly. "That sounds interesting." She
changed the subject to the task at hand. "Which of these bras do you like
best?"
"I like them both about the same, really," Henry answered.
"Well, dear, let me get the price tag from this one and you can keep it
on. It is surely better than having those bouncing around." Mrs. Curtis
carefully removed the price tag from the bra Henry wore and picked up the
red bra.
"Alright, dear. Put your sweatshirt back on and we can go find you a few
for everyday."
The two women rejoined Bobby who followed as they picked out three big
white bras with underwire cups, padded straps, and five hook bands. These
were bras built for heavy duty. They would get plenty of that holding
Henry's heavy mammary glands.
"And, what size panties will you be needing, dear?" Ilene asked Henry.
"I have no idea. Large, I guess. I don't know," came Henry's bumbling
answer.
"Okay. You have never had a pair of panties, either." The saleslady said
dryly. She wondered if this strange woman and her son had just landed
from outer space. "Judging from your shape, I would say you wear a size
10." The woman left Bobby and Henry alone as she went in search of
panties.
"I told her my name is Linda!" Henry said impressed with herself. "I have
always wanted that to be my name. Do you like it?"
Bobby looked into his father's beaming eyes. He knew this was a point
from which his male dad would probably never truly return for any
significant amount of time. It made Bobby a little sad.
"It's a great name," he said trying to smile as he fought not to cry.
"These will match your new 'pretty' bras, Miss Benton," Ilene Curtis said
saving Bobby from the awkward moment. "And, this is a package of five
simple, polyester and cotton panties. The instructions for washing these
is on the box and upon the tags of your other things. You have used a
washing machine...?"
"Of course," Henry said surprised by the question.
"Well, I could not be sure," the older woman stated. "Now, you said you
needed 'clothing'. What all did you have in mind, Miss Benton."
"Well... I'll need a couple of pairs of jeans. Maybe, some t-shirts or
sweaters to wear with them. And, something I can wear on a date. Like,
maybe, a skirt and blouse. And, pantyhose. I'll need pantyhose. Oh! I'll
need a purse, too. And, of course shoes! I want some high heels!"
Henry was like a kid in a candy store. Her new body afforded her the
ability to shop for things she had dreamed of her whole life. Bobby could
feel her exhilaration, but also felt a little bad for her. She was
overdoing it pretty badly. He didn't want his dad to embarrass herself.
Mrs. Curtis left another salesgirl in charge of the lingerie department
before leading Henry and Bobby into the women's clothing section. As the
three walked, Ilene Curtis looked down at the tennis shoes that engulfed
Henry's feet. It was clearly evident that the shoes were way too large
for her.
"We need to get you out of those before you get terrible blisters," she
griped shaking her head. "How long have you been wearing those?"
"Just today."
"Shoes are a priority." The gray haired woman declared. "But, you cannot
pick out shoes until you have outfits to match them to. Ah, here we are."
Brightly colored outfits adorned stiffly posed mannequins standing atop
podiums throughout the women's clothing department. Ilene Curtis began
instructing Henry in the ways of women's fashion as if she were a shiny
new pupil. The older women had already assessed that Henry desperately
needed it, even though, the woman was perplexed as to why.
"These," the woman began by pointing to a podium occupied by three
mannequins, "are called 'separates'. Notice how the tops are 'separate,
from the slacks and can be mixed and matched with these other items to
make nine total outfits."
"Yes, I see that!" Henry said enthusiastically.
"These are skirt suits," Mrs. Curtis continued indicting another line of
modeled clothes. "And, once again the jackets can be worn with the
different skirts to create alternative looks. In essence, with just a few
pieces, you can create a whole wardrobe."
"I love that!" the new woman said, captivated by all the clothing beneath
the bright store lights. "Do you have any idea what would look good on
me?"
"Miss Benton, I am a professional," came the benignly sardonic reply.
"And, you are like putty in my hands."
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