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Tesco Tart - Part One.
David's new reality began with a simple Tannoy call on an otherwise
unremarkable day in his unfulfilling but necessary role in the
supermarket giant's workforce as a shelf packer.
"Staff announcement....David Wilson to the Manager's office.."
Chapter One - David
David was gutted at every stage of his attendance at the job that paid
his mortgage etc, although with careful budgeting it also left him
enough in his pocket to actually have a life of his own with his all too
short and precious time away from the store. A more than necessary evil.
His distress and depression started on the Sunday night as he set his
alarm to wake him at 6am to make work for his 8am start. This routine
would continue through the week with finish times of 10pm not uncommon.
The 'half day' on a Saturday would often mean a 6pm finish.
So, it isn't surprising that his mind would wander during his working
day and that, with the nature of man, some of these thoughts would
be.... 'unhealthy'.
As with any red blooded male these thoughts focussed on the women that
surrounded him daily - his female colleagues on the shop floor, behind
the deli counter etc but mainly the checkout 'girls' and most of all
Susan the Checkout Manager and Mrs Ramsay - the Store Manager. However,
his desires were not of the expected lust to bend any one of the
stunning checkout girls over their till, lift their skirts and give them
a good seeing to.
No, in that scenario he would dream of being that girl - attractive,
overly made up for such an everyday role, dressed in the uniform and
carrying out the relatively lowly and submissive role of the check-out
girl. And the uniform! - although smart enough to give a professional
corporate image, just screamed out to him a sense of lowly servitude
with the cheap materials and faceless nature and immediate
identification as 'just' a checkout girl.
David was a crossdresser and, being single dressed fully at home as
often as possible. This unfulfilling double life had been taking it's
toll and, in addition to mentally noting every detail of his female
colleagues attire he had also quickly taken the step to wear women's'
underwear under his polo shirt and cargo pants as a matter of course. In
fact instead of being his secret turn-on it was just the norm.
Most days it would be any of his collection of satin and lace pants,
usually the high waist, low leg type to keep his often raging erection
in some kind of control along with black tights and a camisole top to
match his panties but of course when he felt like cheering himself up
the thongs and bikini briefs would appear along with his finest
stockings be they sheer, fishnet, seamed etc with a suspender belt and
he even risked a basque probably more often that he should have!
Light make up was also the order of the day. David's skin care regime
had went through subtle but ever more feminine stages. This had caused
him no concern whatsoever as to being spotted as the sissy that he was.
Tinted moisturiser was the first feminine progression to a good
complexion. The electric epilator that he used to maintain a smooth
feminine body soon took over from his desire for a closer and closer
shave from his Mach 3 razor for his morning shave to the point where he
didn't need either everyday.
Over time his progressive sissy stages of first light brown eyeliner
then after a while light brown mascara to match had all gone un-noticed
or so he had thought. David was so confident that any changes visible to
his colleagues had been so gradual that no one was any the wiser and was
sure that he could laugh off any potential questions with the taking
care of yourself line.
This theory was put to the test after he started using a lip balm that
had a touch of pink gloss and when jokingly asked if he was wearing
lipstick his reply of chapped lips had seemed to nip that one in the
bud.
These 'subtle' changes had not gone as unnoticed as David imagined
around the store though. Gossip was rife store wide that he was gay.
David never heard a word of it though so his delusion continued.
What was to bring about his downfall though was his obsession with the
checkout girls uniform. It was such a simple outfit and although he had
so much choice of all his favourite looks hanging openly and free to
wear and enjoy at home from smart business suits to evening dresses and
even a few bridesmaids gowns David became obsessed with the thought of
being able to try on the fitted, light blue, short sleeved open neck
blouse and cheap looking, navy blue straight nylon skirt of his
effortlessly seductive colleagues.
As with all illicit temptations it wasn't long before the opportunity
arose for David to fulfil his perverted ambition, little knowing that
the simple stolen pleasure would lead to a whole new reality well out
with his selfish comfort zone.
So, it was during an overtime Tuesday nightshift that he had been called
in on during his week off that David gave in to his desires and
unknowing to him, sealed a fate that would go on to take him way beyond
his self imposed limits regarding his mental and sexual gratification
from his secret hobby.
Chapter Two - The opportunity arises.
The nightshift team that life changing night was only five staff
including David. As the 'lunch' break approached there was talk among
them of locking up and heading for the all night McDonalds nearby for a
bite and some fresh air. Without yet recognizing the significance of
being alone in the store David said that he had brought a lunch with him
and that he would stay in the store.
So, sure enough, lunch break came and the other four guys left and as
David locked the door behind them he had a sudden feeling in his stomach
that hit him like a punch....He was all alone for at least an hour in
the store!
Now, some people would wonder what they could steal or maybe what
personal files they could sniff through but David didn't need to wonder.
As he walked along the row of empty check-outs his eyes caught a fleece
over a chair back here, a forgotten pair of reading glasses there and
other reminders of the ghosts of the previous dayshifts check-out staff
such as trainers and even slippers that the girls obviously wore for
comfort during their long stints on the tills. This last observation
kind of disappointed David and he thought to himself that if he had the
chance to wear a smart pair of heels to work that he definitely wouldn't
secretly swap them for slippers!
As he sat in the check-out supervisors office looking through the one-
way glass at the uniform row of tills his thoughts immediately turned to
Susan the Check-out Supervisor.
Susan was in her early forties David guessed and although not as
attractive as a good few of the younger girls she had a presence and
attitude that he found both enthralling and imposing. She was probably
5ft 10 in her heels which were never less than 4", average build and
always somehow was able to appear relaxed but elegant, approachable but
very purposeful. It was a combination that made her the subject of 90%
of David's 'at work' fantasies and, being a submissive guy these
inevitably involved her in the dominant role with him serving her in
some way or being punished and demeaned by her for whatever reason.
As his mind lingered his body was already ten steps ahead of it, halfway
towards the stairs that led to the staff area and of course the inner
sanctum of his workplace uniform lust - the female Staff locker and
changing room!
Chapter 3 - David seals his fate!
As David approached the forbidden door he was struck with a sudden dread
- what if it was locked?!
This was the door that David had always been so jealous of in the way
that only a true cross dresser can. It was the place that the girls
entered, giving a hello in the passing in their everyday clothes, often
looking a bit rough as we all do first thing in the morning and fresh
from a bus stop in the rain or a mad rush to catch the train.
When they emerged however all the coats and scarves, jeans and trainers
were gone replaced with the uniform that he coveted so much. Gossip had
been exchanged, hair and make-up had been fussed over and perfected and
each department's workers emerged in character ready to face the public
that were the customers.
As he nervously tried the handle he was silently relieved to find the
door open inwards and he immediately followed closing it softly behind
him.
David slowly took in his surroundings. Before him was a long rectangular
room with a door on the far away wall marked as a toilet. Along the left
hand wall was a mixture of clothes rails and lockers. One metre of rail,
one metre of lockers repeated five or six times. The right hand side of
the room was set out as a long counter with three sinks spaced along the
length with the wall above mirrored along the whole length.
David's mind was a flurry of imagination picturing the everyday and
mundane routine of this forbidden room's natural occupants but quickly
snapped his thoughts away from the ghostly images and back to what he
had entered this focus of femininity for - real women's clothes. Not the
skirts, blouses, dresses and coats that he had bought that had ever only
been worn by a closet sissy. These had mostly all been worn only once or
twice to try them on and maybe take a few snaps with his digital camera
to either lust over or to post on the tranny websites that he frequented
with his identity disguised of course. With the exception of his
favourite office looks and few of his machine washable dresses most of
David's clothes still smelled brand new as they did the first day that
he had tentatively opened the packaging that they had been delivered in.
What David was now fully aroused for underneath his bulging peach satin
panties and black tights for were the clothes that his female colleagues
didn't think twice about slipping on every day and were to them what his
jeans and t shirts were to him.
He felt like a thief as, one at a time he pulled the hangers back as he
made his way along the first batch of everyday femininity. At last he
had his hands on the objects of his starved, illicit desire and he
savoured the touch of each garment.
The first checkout girl's blouse he came across stopped him with a
shudder but he was in no rush. He quickly and expertly located the label
inside and seeing that it was a size 8 sub-consciously dismissed it for
his purposes but still he lingered.
He quickly guessed that it belonged to one of the younger girls on the
tills. There were a dozen girls that this simple but enthralling garment
could belong to. Most were students working part time at the store and
all were very high up in David's list of lust and jealousy at their
casual nature at the acceptance of the role that was the main subject of
so many of his fantasies.
With the vision of the blouse's natural inhabitant absent he switched to
his other senses and without even a pang of internal embarrassment
brought the simple cotton fabric to his face and inhaled the lingering
scent of it's recent occupant. The sweet scent of perfume changed to a
more natural odour as he deliberately moved to the under arm area and
sensed the smell of the anonymous but lust worthy check out girl.
David's already hard cock throbbed almost painfully under his satin
panties stretching the tight confines of his control top tights and he
was tempted to drop to his knees right there and relieve himself whilst
inhaling the earthly scent of this unidentified temptress. However he
resisted as this to him was a chance in a lifetime and he was eager to
discover what other illicit treasures lay among the hangers.
Pausing briefly over a shocking pink, belted short mac, which thrilled
him due to having an identical example at home he moved past the first
locker section to the next rail of undiscovered treasures.
After flicking past a denim jacket he froze as still as stone as he
pushed away a navy blue left sleeve to be confronted by the apex of his
uniform envy. Before him was the fitted navy blue suit jacket of the
Department Supervisors. Simultaneous with this recognition was the name
badge beside the left lapel that was staring back at him like a loaded
gun and for the first time in his illegal foray into this forbidden room
he felt true fear but at the same time the biggest thrill he had ever
encountered since his first self admission as a sissy.
It read "Susan" and underneath "Checkout Supervisor".
With shaking hands he opened the lapels which revealed not only her
recently vacated blouse but also, draped over the lower hanger was a
neatly folded and hung navy blue skirt - the tight fitting knee length
pencil skirt that matched the fitted jacket to form the smart
authoritarian vision of Susan that David had for so long lusted to
serve.
David didn't think his luck could get any better and his fear quickly
turned to excitement as he searched for the labels to check the sizes of
this, the holy grail of sissy 'finds'. His luck did improve though,
quite dramatically in fact as he found a size 16 jacket and blouse with
size 14 skirt.
"Bit tight on top maybe," he said out loud.
To be continued....
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