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Tips 'n Toes: To the Mall
by CCSondra
I have to admit, when I closed the last part of this story I thought:
"Same old, same old...boring...shopping...mall...etc." However, this is
not a "formula" story; these things, to the best of my recollection,
really happened to me, and they are what helped to make me the
submissive sissy I am today.
As I've said already, I was from Brooklyn, NY, and unlike today there
weren't any mega-malls around. In fact, while I could be wrong, the
first mall in the NYC area that opened was called Kings Shopping Mall or
Center. It opened in the Bay Parkway (?) area, sometime around 1965
(give or take a little), and it consisted of around 25 or 30 stores
under one roof. It didn't have the big department stores, and only one
or two of the stores were "food" oriented (one was an Orange
Julius...yummy). This was not a mega anything, but it was the big
hangout for high school kids on Saturdays. Everyone who was anyone went
to "Kings" on the weekend, and I was on my way there with a girl I had
dreamed about being with. The only problem was I was terrified about
what might happen once we got there.
Getting to the mall was the first problem, but when Chrissy mentioned it
to her mom, who said that she would drive us there, but that we'd have
to take the buses home. Before I could even open my mouth Chrissy
yelled, "GREAT", and within a short time we were in the car on the way
to the mall. When we got there Phyliss said, "You girls have fun!" I
blushed so deeply I think it went all the way to the soles of my feet,
and then something weird happened, Chrissy came to my defense. She
turned to her mom and said, "Gary is not a girl...he just does girlie
things for us, and I think he's a real cutie when he does what he's
told!" Then, without another word Chrissy took my hand and began to
lead me into the mall.
"A real cutie!" "Girlie things!" "Doing what I'm told!" I never
thought of myself in those terms, but I couldn't really deny what
Chrissy said about me either. For the last few years I had been doing
mom's nails for her, and she has been teaching me to do most of the
house work for her (what I used to think of as women's work). I have
been on my knees giving manicures and pedicures to mom's girlfriends,
and just that morning I did Chrissy's nails, and blew the polish on her
toes dry so that I would be "allowed" to go the mall with her. I
definitely wasn't a man's man. What I was, wasn't fully birthed
yet...although by then end of that afternoon I came to realize the kind
of power women had over me.
Once we were in the mall we went straight to the Orange Julius place,
which was the hangout/meeting place for what seemed like every teenager
in Brooklyn. I saw guys in there that I was friends with, and when they
saw me with Chrissy they gave me a wide eyed smile and the old thumbs
up. When some of the girls who knew both Chrissy and me saw us together
they got this "huh???" look on their faces. I mean I wasn't a pariah,
but I wasn't Mr. Popularity either, and Chrissy was definitely a step or
two up in class for me.
For the most part Chrissy just waved at these girls, but after a few
minutes, she told me to sit down and wait for her while she went to talk
to a group of her best friends who had just come in. I did as I was
told, and as I waited I noticed Chrissy waving her hands in front of her
friend's faces. There was some animated conversation, and some giggling
laughter, and some looking in my direction, and I just wanted to die. I
knew Chrissy was showing off her nails and telling her friends that I
had done them for her. One of the girls (I don't remember her name) got
my attention, looked me in the eye, held her nails in front of her face,
and blew on them, as if she were trying to dry her polish. OMG!
Chrissy had not only told them about my doing her nails, she also told
them how she had me on my knees, blowing on her newly painted toes. I
was doomed!
When she was finally ready to leave O.Js to do some real shopping,
Chrissy simply looked at me, crooked her finger in my direction, and
said "Come on sweetie, time to go to the other stores!" I got up
without so much as a question and began to follow her into the
promenade. As I followed Chrissy's lead I had to endure my friends
shaking their heads in disbelief as my status plummeted to "wuss", and
when I was passing Chrissy's girlfriends the one who had blown on her
nails, took hold of my arm and asked me, right out loud, if I was
wearing the same color on my toes as I put on Chrissy's. I just wanted
to get out of there, but she wouldn't let go until I answered her. So
keeping my eyes on the floor I muttered, "No." The girl, much to the
delight of her other friends, then asked, "What color are they?" I
squeaked, "Pearl Pink", and with a little laugh she let me go.
I was so humiliated, but at the same time I was also extremely excited.
Something seemed to click inside. I not only loved submitting to women
and girls, I also got turned on by the humiliation that came my way as a
result of serving them. Chrissy seemed to sense that something of this
nature had taken place, and although I started to complain about her
telling her friends about my serving her, Chrissy would have none of it.
She stopped right where we were, told me to stop complaining, and that I
needed to simply admit that I really loved what had just happened. I
hemmed and hawed but Chrissy wouldn't let me get away with it. She
insisted on an answer, and when I finally admitted how excited I was at
what she did, she told me that I needed "to thank her" for telling her
friends that I was her nail-boy. I blushed deeply again, but I looked
at Chrissy and told her how glad I was to have been able to serve her,
and that I was sorry for not being more grateful for having had the
opportunity. I then thanked her for telling her friends. With that she
gave me a little kiss on the lips, and simply said, "You're welcome
sweetie!"
While we were shopping I was periodically reminded of my role in my new
"relationship" with Chrissy. Nothing as overt as what happened in
Orange Julius took place, but there were little things that Chrissy
said, or did, that almost constantly kept me in a state of excitement.
When we got home Chrissy said she had a wonderful time being with me,
and that she couldn't wait to do something like this again. I got
another little kiss, a gentle stroke on my cheek, and after Chrissy's
door closed I walked home trying to make sense out of what had taken
place that day.
By the time school started again, just two days later, it was clear that
my life had taken a drastic turn. Most of the guys I hung around with
were giving me a wide berth, as if I were carrying something contagious.
A couple of my better friends still acknowledged me, but you could tell
that until they figured stuff out things would not be the same as
before...if ever. And most of the girls I knew, and all of Chrissy's
girlfriends, would greet me with a waggle of their fingers, a knowing
smile, and a "Hiiiiii Gary!" "You are such a little sweetie!"
Next stop: The University of Georgia, Athens
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