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Silky Selkie
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2007
"They're back again," Lynette said, as she opened the doors. She pointed
through the entrance of the lingerie shop, Silky Selkie, into the mall.
Three boys stood nearly, leaning against the back of a long, wooden bench.
The boys had been coming by the store for several days. They leered at
the women customers and made rude remarks.
One of the three, a short boy with spiky blond hair, saw Lynette pointing.
He jabbed the taller, husky boy, who was next to him, in the ribs with his
elbow. The other two boys turned and looked into the store at Lynette.
"The babe with the rack is pointing at me, man," the blonde boy said.
"She wants you," the taller one told him.
"She can have me any time. I'm really into redheads like her."
"How do you know she's really a redhead?" the third boy asked. He was as
tall as the second boy, but slimmer. All three were in T-shirts and
jeans.
"I'll see the proof one way or another when I strip her down."
"You can have her," the husky one said. "I want the other one, the
brunette. Those lips of hers were made for sucking on a dick."
"How would you know, Jack?" the blond boy asked.
"How very rude." Lynette decided not to listen any more. With a quick
gesture, she cancelled the spell that allowed her and Giselle to hear the
trio from a distance of almost thirty feet.
"Mortal males often are, especially ones so young," Giselle replied
patiently. "Though I think those three are abusing the privilege."
Lynette smiled. "Perhaps we should take the privilege away from them."
She whispered something to Giselle, who nodded in approval.
"You go and get them," Giselle told her, brushing back her dark brown
hair. "I'll get things ready."
Lynette took off her tailored jacket showing the teddy and skirt she was
wearing beneath it. She put on her most seductive smile and walked over
to where the boys were standing. Her skirt was short, and her athletic
stride flashed her garters as she walked.
"I wonder if you three gentlemen could help me." Her voice was low, and
she almost purred the word "help", suggesting that she had something far
more interesting in mind.
"Sure, babe," Jack answered eagerly.
"Anything," the husky one added.
Lynette looked the three over, making sure that her eyes lingered just a
moment at their crotches. "My sister and I..." she pointed over at
Giselle, who was walking back and forth along the aisles of the store.
"...we just opened this shop. It's the first time we ever sold fancy
lingerie and, well, we just were wondering if we had the sort of things
that a man would like to see on a woman."
"Babe, if those clothes are anything as pretty as like what you have on,
they'll be just fine." The tall boy put his arm around her waist. She
looked down at his hand, resting on her hip, and smiled.
"I do hope so, but..." She looked back at the store again. "...I was
wondering. Could you three come over and look at the clothes and give us
your... opinions." Again, she spoke the last word as if she really meant
something else that she wanted from the three.
The tall one thought a moment. "We'll be glad to help, but sometimes, you
know, it's hard to judge clothes on a shelf."
"Oh, I'm sure that we can arrange for the clothes to be modeled," Lynette
answered.
The three boys looked at one another and grinned. "Then we're your boys...
men," the blond one said. "By the way, I'm Stan, this is Mick and Jack."
He pointed first to the taller boy, then to the husky one.
"And I'm Lynette." She put one arm around Mick and the other around Stan.
"Shall we go."
Giselle met them at the entrance. "Hi, boys. I'm Giselle. Enter freely
and of your own will."
"What the hell does that mean?" Mick asked.
Lynette gave her sister a quick, angry look. "Just an old family joke,"
she said with a giggle. "We're just so glad you're going to help."
"How do you want us?" Stan asked, then quickly added, "to help?"
Lynette pointed at the racks and shelves of intimate apparel. "Why don't
you each pick out a set of clothes that you think are particularly... nice
and bring them back to us?"
"And you'll wear them for us?" Jack asked eagerly.
"They'll be modeled, don't worry," Giselle told them.
"But we don't know your sizes," Stan said. "What if we get them wrong?"
Giselle shook her head. "Don't worry. You... men look experienced enough
to make the right choices. I'm sure that whatever you pick out will fit
the girl who wears it." She handed them each a small pink and white
basket with the store logo, a selkie or mermaid, on the side. "Carry
everything in this."
"Let's go then." The three high-fived and headed out into the aisles.
* * * * *
Stan went to a corner where a pale white mannequin was wearing a pink and
black bustier and a long black wig. "I wonder if that Giselle does Goth."
He glanced over near the entrance. The sisters were standing by a
register watching them. Giselle waved back at him.
"She does want me." He grinned. "And she will look _so_ hot in this."
He chosed a red bustier trimmed with red and black lace. It had long
matching garters with small bows.
'Need a complete outfit, though,' he told himself.
There was a display of panties next to the counter with the bustiers. He
looked through them until he found one the same bright red as the bustier.
The panty was narrow, almost a thong. "These are so naughty," he
whispered as he put them into the basket.
He wanted a pair of stockings to complete the outfit. "Black," he said,
giggling. "They have to be black." He couldn't quite remember his size,
but he found a pair that seemed right, black with tiny red roses scattered
on them.
Jack was waiting when Stan got to the register where Lynette and Giselle
were standing. Mick joined them a moment later. "What'd you get?" he
asked, his voice bubbly with excitement.
"What did _you_ get?" Stan and Jack asked at almost the same time.
Mick grinned. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He giggled, and
his two friends giggled back.
"The changing rooms are right over there." Lynette pointed down the aisle
along the wall. "Why don't you all go in. Then you can see what you all
picked at the same time?"
"Okay." The three boys hurried down, each running into one of the three
small rooms.
* * * * *
Stan pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it onto the bench against the one
wall. He kicked off his shoes and socks and shimmied out of his pants and
undershorts. He hung them on a brass hook across from the bench. He was
naked. He stared for a moment at the mirror that took up the back of the
door he had come through. His reflection looked wrong, but he wasn't sure
exactly why.
He took the bustier and pulled it around him. He had to hold his breath
for a bit. Then his waist seemed to narrow and he began to button it,
starting at the bottom.
As he did, his body grew slimmer. The patch of chest hair that had just
began to grow in disappeared. The muscles in his arms were replaced by
feminine sleekness. As his fingers worked the buttons, they became
slimmer, with a slight lengthening of the nails, which were now covered
with a blood red polish. His nipples grew stiff as the skin around them
darkened. Breasts grew out to fill the 34-C cups.
Stan didn't notice.
He held the panties in front of him and stepped into them. As each foot
went through the leg hole, it came out smaller and more delicate looking.
And with toenails painted the same bright red.
He pulled them up his legs. Legs that lost their hair and took on a
lovely female curve as the panties moved past. His hips flared out as the
fabric settled around them, and his ass grew into a firm female teardrop
shape.
Stan squirmed a bit at the tightness around his male genitals. The
discomfort faded quickly as they shrank down to be replaced by the
familiar female opening.
Stan balled up one of the stockings and slipped it over her right foot.
As she carefully slid it up her leg, the change spread upward. Her voice
raised to a pleasant alto as her adam's apple shrank away. Her face
softened and became more feminine. The slight stubble on her cheeks was
gone, replaced by a peaches and cream complexion.
She was suddenly wearing bright red lipstick and dark, almost black
eyeshadow. Her complexion was lightened now by a white blusher that gave
her a sort of cadaverous look. Her hair was still spiked, but now it
reached down almost to her waist, with odd black highlights among the
blonde.
There were a pair of black satin opera gloves on the bench, now, elbow
length and fingerless. Without a second thought, she slipped them on.
When her fingers appeared through the holes, her nails were shaped, and
an inch long.
Stacy stood up and stepped effortlessly into the red pumps with the three-
inch heel that had appeared a moment before. She turned and preened in
the mirror, running her hands along her teen queen curves. "Mmm, perfect.
Morticia Adams eat your heart out." With a saucy sway to her hips, she
walked out into the store.
"Well, look at you, Goth Girl," Jackie said, giggling in a high, almost
childlike voice. "You look _hot_!"
Stacy looked closely at her friend. Jackie wore a pink baby doll
nightgown that clung to her voluptuous curves. It was a dark pink bra and
panty covered by a sheer pink camisole. Her once brown hair was a mass of
blonde ringlets with tiny pink ribbons. She was balancing on a pair of
fuzzy pink mules with three-inch heels. A pink teddy bear clutched in one
arm completed the picture.
"You aren't exactly gonna scare 'em away, either," Stacy told her.
"What about me?" came a voice from behind them. They turned to see Mikki
in a matching white satin teddy, and garter belt. The teddy had a built-
in push-up demi-bra that made her 34-C chest look like 38-D, maybe -DD.
The panty portion was a thong with a high French cut on each hip that made
her tanned legs look even longer. The garters connected to a pair of
matching white silk stockings. Her shoes, also white, had a three-inch
heel. ZZ-Top write songs about lehs like hers.
Her auburn hair was curled and came down to just above her breasts. She
wore a white tiara with a gauzy veil that came down to just below her
eyes, and she was carrying a small bouquet of artificial white roses.
"The three of you are all perfect," Lynette told them. "Here are the
cards." She handed them a stack of business cards. Jackie's bear was a
purse, and there was a small pouch in Mikki's bridal flowers.
Giselle handed Stacy a black purse covered with rows of fringe and a long,
red shoulder strap. "Put the cards in here." She did and casually put the
strap over her left shoulder.
Mikki was confused. "So, like, what are we supposed to do again?"
"You walk up and down the aisles of the mall, showing off your outfits,
and handing out cards to advertise the store," Lynnette explained. "We've
made arrangements with mall security, so you won't be hassled. Go to one
of them if there's any trouble."
Jackie giggled. "What if we _want_ to be hassled? I mean, what if it's a
cute guy?"
"You keep walking and handing out cards," Giselle told her. "Of course,
you _are_ supposed to talk to people, and what you do after the mall
closes at 9:30 tonight is your own business."
"Just so you're back when the place opens at 11 on Sunday," Lynette added.
She looked at her watch. "It's time you three get going."
The three new young ladies took the cards, put them away, and walked into
the mall, each heading in a different direction. Their skimpy clothes and
inviting walk drew every male eye they came near.
"We are going to change them back?" Giselle asked as she watched the three
walking away.
"As soon as we close tomorrow night," Lynette answered. "They'll have
full memories of what they were and what they did this weekend, though.
That should teach them to respect women."
"I wonder if it'll teach them anything else," Giselle said. "After all
the attention they get in those outfits and the fun I expect they'll have
tonight, they may not want to change back."
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