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Tesco Tart - Part Five - Chapter Nine - Michelle stays for the weekend. Michelle woke around noon the next day. Finding herself still fully dressed from the previous nights feminine indulgence she found herself instantly aroused. Tracing her hands down over the cool feminine form of her white satin blouse barely containing her B cup breasts she quickly slipped the black pleats of her skirt up to get hold of her waking erection. Replaying her dreams of secretarial servitude as she slowly stroked herself she quickly shot her morning load over her already soiled skirt and blouse before getting out of bed and dropping the thoroughly used garments to the floor. Steaming in a long shower Michelle knew that David's deluded idea of cutting her out of his life to return to a more 'manly' persona was a misguided fantasy. She had came so far, learnt so much...and spent so much! She told herself that it would be such a waste to stop now, when she knew that she was so close to being able to carry off the ultimate in cross dressing fantasies - to be able to go out dressed as Michelle and not receive a second glance, unless she wanted to of course! After a close all-over pass of her waterproof epilator she luxuriated in a strawberry scented body butter. Patting herself dry with a fluffy pink towel she ran her hands over her smooth feminine figure, considering how to make this hard earned possibility a naughtily self indulgent reality! It would simply be a time and a place kind of thing for her first outing she told herself. Perhaps a walk through the town centre at the end of the working day. Michelle imagined the setting and the benefits were obvious. The darkness of early evening, the hustle of people rushing to catch trains and buses home after a long day and the natural setting for her favourite office look! People would be in a hurry, their minds full of their own plans for their evenings of freedom from the toils of work to look twice at a subtly dressed fellow office worker with suspicion that the 30 something smartly dressed woman was in fact a sissy cross dresser! Or what about a stroll through the shopping centre during the day? Getting more confident in her ambitions Michelle considered her slim feminine form in the mirror, her hairless face and reminding herself of her make-up skills, her collection of wigs and full feminine wardrobe she was sure that she could put together a casual and subtle look that would again draw no unwanted attention... Slipping on a simple underwear set of virgin white pants and bra Michelle inserted her pert breast forms before sliding a white silk camisole top over her slim shoulders. Tying the waist on her long white satin gown she sat at her dresser to apply her tinted moisturizing foundation before heading downstairs for a light breakfast. Although not in the mood for heels she sub consciously walked gracefully on the balls of her feet keeping up her practiced feminine posture and movements as she descended the wooden staircase and reached the kitchen. Sitting at her breakfast bar she absent mindedly watched a shopping channel selling the latest mineral make-up as she ate and considered her options. Her first idea of the stroll through town at office closing time was definitely appealing! Michelle knew that this would be a huge turn on to be among her wardrobe's role models and to be seen and considered as a professional woman! It would take planning though. She knew that she couldn't leave her flat with the preparation that the look would need to pass without being spotted by her neighbours. It was possible though but it would have to wait for another day. The shopping trip was a different matter though. Michelle obviously took notice of other women's attire when she shopped and she knew that she could easily put something together that would get her out to her car and away on her adventure with no-one being any the wiser. Jeans or trousers would be perfect with anything else easily hidden under one of David's jackets. Everything else needed to complete the look could be done quickly and discreetly within the relative privacy of her car in the multi-storey car park of her local shopping mall. Michelle's mind raced as she deliberately and methodically considered the practicalities of this as yet fanciful mission. Remembering the slightly inebriated frame of mind that had led her to such self admitting pleasure the night before Michelle opened a bottle of Jacobs Creek ros? wine and with a slightly shaking hand poured herself a large glass to calm her heightening nerves. She had already decided that she would do it today. She would continue to ride this new found confidence in herself and go for it. She would go out as her true self knowing that even if it was only this once it would secure crazy, forbidden, erotic and illicit sensations and memories that would last a lifetime. With the technicalities of her risky but intensely arousing plan solved in her mind Michelle returned gracefully upstairs to her refuge of femininity. Sliding back the mirrored doors of her secret and comprehensive cache her hand immediately and automatically retrieved the outfit that would comprise her public debut. Tight legged, boot cut Levi jeans would be the foundation for her soft pink, long sleeved fitted satin shirt. Her round toe, black leather ankle boots would sit perfectly under the flared leg of her femininely cut jeans with their 2" block heel. The matching shoulder bag would make her posture and movements naturally feminine as she casually browsed from store to store. Michelle had every detail worked out as she confidently dropped out of her morning underwear to select something that would give her more of an illicit thrill on her first tentative outing as her femme self. After rolling black, seamed fishnet stockings up her long, smooth legs Michelle set the black, lacy basque across the small of her back and after expertly nipping the metallic hook and eye tabs together across her tummy and chest she rotated the erotic garment to it's natural position. Slipping the thin black straps over her shoulders she fussed the restrictive and arousing garment into place and slipped her modest breast forms into their feminine home. Securing the silver clips of the four suspenders onto the lacy top of her fishnet stockings Michelle stepped into her black lacy pants. Drawing them slowly up her stockinged legs she tugged them tightly upwards to secure her obvious arousal. Michelle couldn't resist a quick peek at herself and revelled in the ruffled rear of her panties as she seen the sequined ruffles stretch across her shapely rear! Trying to keep her mind on the job in hand and ignore the sensual distractions she stepped into the female cut Levis and wriggled them up her long legs. Buttoning them high on her waist she felt an arousing discomfort as along with tightly lifting and shaping her rear the high set crotch forced and smoothed her male parts into a barely visible mound beneath the button up fly. In stockinged soles the long belled legs of the denim brushed across the wooden floor as Michelle stepped over to her bed to pick up her shirt. Slipping into the cool, soft pink satin she did up the small pink buttons and was pleased at her slim form in the closely fitted waist of the blouse. Several straight, darted folds contoured the blouse to her waist and just as she liked, let the hem stretch outwards over her irresistibly tight, rounded cheeks ending just above the rear pockets of the Levis. Securing a chunky gold bangle around one wrist and slim pink and ivory ladies watch on the other she clipped a funky costume pink disc pendant around her neck. Maintaining the momentum of her plan she gathered what would be needed to complete her look and nervously packed it all in a small sports bag. Chapter Ten - Michelle goes to the mall! Heading out to her car she met noone but wouldn't have worried. Only close inspection would reveal the feminine flair of her jeans with no other tell tale signs of her antics visible with David's jacket and trainers on. On reaching the mall Michelle's nerves grew as she wondered if this crazy escapade was really wise! Her nerve held though and she deliberately chose a suitable parking space in the semi-darkness of the multi storey car park. Popping down the sun visor she completed a quick but careful subtle daytime look for her make-up. Soft pink and white blended eye shadow complimented the frosted matte soft pink lipstick and with a light touch of hazel liner and mascara and the lightest brush of pink blush her look was almost complete. Before popping her short curved light brown bob wig on she reached down and struggling slightly, zipped her black ankle boots. After clipping on the two small dangling gold hoops to her lobes she gave her hair a final straighten and fuss. She was ready. She pulled her black leather shoulder bag from the sports bag and dropped in her purse, phone and house keys etc. This was it! Time to go and get on with it! Without chance for second thoughts Michelle was locking the car door and stepping across the car park towards the stairs to the mall! Perhaps luckily there was not a soul around as she self consciously walked tense and briskly to the door that would take her to her long lusted after public self exposure. The slight distance and comforting solitude was fortunately just what Michelle needed to calm down and quickly appraise herself. She knew that she looked great and would be able to shop and mingle unnoticed if she kept her cool. Letting her body relax as she crossed the cold concrete towards the stairs she slowed her pace, held her bobbed head high and settled into her practiced and more casual feminine movement. On reaching the staircase to the mall Michelle was again calm knowing that a casual, relaxed appearance would be the key to pulling off this ultimate of ego trips successfully. A slight tension returned though as, on deciding to take the lift she reached out and pressed the call button accepting that there would be no turning back when the lift doors finally opened onto the bustle of the mall. Noting her pink softly polished finger nails as she did so she again wondered to herself if David's little sissy touches to his appearance had really gone as unnoticed at work as he assumed.... Michelle was jolted from this idle thought as the lift clunked to a halt and the doors slid open in front of her. As they did she came face to face with her first test of the day as waiting to leave the lift was a tall, forty-something woman laden with department store shopping bags! Luckily Michelle somehow resisted the rabbit in the headlights stare and despite the twisting in her stomach flashed the visibly flustered fellow shopper a polite smile as she stepped aside to let her leave the lift. Brief eye contact was made as the woman returned a friendly smile and with that she was gone, hustling past Michelle while wrestling with the spoils of her obviously lengthy spell of retail therapy! Her insides were a riot of conflicting feelings but mostly of an ecstatic relief and joy that she had passed this first public test of her femininity! Brief internal terror returned as the lift began it's accent to her public unveiling as her true feminine self. The lifts travel seemed to take a lot longer than the two or three floors to her feared but longed after destination and she experienced a roller coaster of emotions during these few simple seconds. Her stomach churned within the tightly boned body of her black basque, her stocking clad legs trembled involuntarily under her tight woman's Levis as she nervously fussed at her bobbed wig and tugged and straightened the hem of her soft pink blouse. Taking a deep calming breath she set her posture and before she knew it she was casually stepping past the lifts next waiting passengers and she was out! The next ten or twenty seconds passed in a most surreal and timeless way as, experiencing a similar out of body feeling to what she had experienced in the Female locker room at the store just the other night, effortlessly and without a hint of self doubt she floated into the hustle and bustle of the shopping mall! As she gathered her senses and the reality of her location returned Michelle chuckled proudly to herself. She had done it! Here she was as just another woman setting out on the simplest of feminine pastimes - a browse around the stores. An instant wave of relaxed confidence swept over her as she laughed to herself again as she noticed that she didn't even know where she was heading for! Slowing her pace and casually browsing the store windows as she passed she glanced ahead slightly to select her first store to visit. She knew the layout of the mall well but with the odd inner feeling that she had somehow just appeared as Michelle in it's midst she knew that she should get her head together and get on with her glorious outing with at least some kind of direction! Turning into Marks & Spencer's she casually browsed the maze of racks and rails in the woman's department. A warming and comforting glow possessed her as she quietly and invisibly mingled with the other customers. Stealing subtle sideward glances here and there Michelle could sense her fellow shoppers' detached self purpose as they too browsed, selected and pondered their various potential purchases. After savouring this ever growing magical experience Michelle left the store without making a purchase. She had been very tempted though, having flicked through blouse after skirt after suit after dress. The sale rail had brought the most temptation however with the smartest of tailoring and the most demure of dresses so inviting in their price. The original price of these reduced treasures was often prohibitive for Michelle's modest clothes budget and yet here they all were, the finest quality of her usual style available for next to nothing. Again Michelle chuckled at herself. She was a natural woman alright! Not able to resist an obvious bargain! She somehow did manage to resist though. Although her fears had eased and her self confidence was flowing she had decided not to push her present luck too far by making contact with too many people. She still had the presence of mind to not go too far on her first outing as her true self and with her understandable fear of being discovered by an eagle eyed checkout assistant she had decided to keep her potentially perilous experience to 'window shopping' only! Michelle followed her self imposed restrictions as she continued to browse from store to store through rail after rail of lusted after potential additions to her wardrobe and therefore range of available looks to pick from for future outings. Several times she had been assailed by store assistants both male and female offering their assistance and each time Michelle had been confident that her friendly and polite refusal had aroused no dreaded suspicions or accusing responses from the staff. Inside she got a great confidence building kick every time she had been forced to pass herself off in person as nothing else but just another female shopper. After a glance at the delicate woman's watch on her slim wrist she was shocked and amazed that two hours had passed already since stepping into the mall. A brief flutter of unwarranted self doubt followed where Michelle wondered what else had gone unnoticed to herself if she hadn't even been able to keep track of time! Ignoring her feelings of inner bliss she decided that the obvious and wisest thing to do would be to quit while she was so much obviously ahead and return to the car park. Within the refuge of the car that had brought her on this illicit adventure she could quickly change back to the David that her neighbours would expect if they met her on her return home. It was on the way back to the lift lobby however that Michelle made the second life changing decision in as many days that would secure her fate to a reality that even her new found feminine confidence was far from ready for... Chapter Eleven - Caught at last! Shortly before reaching the inviting safety of the car park her eyes met the frontage of the Asda store just a few stores past the exit to the lift and staircase. It would be a shame to leave empty handed after such a brave adventure Michelle told herself. An instant plan formed in her head as she walked passed the mall exit and onwards towards the mall's Asda branch. A few bottles of wine would be required on her arrival in the safety and sanctity of her flat Michelle had decided. It had been such a rush today and a celebration would definitely be in order when she returned home to toast and revel in her brave and amazingly arousing expedition. She could also pick up a few items of make-up that she had been needing and all would pass by innocently and without peril by using the self service check-outs, she had already told herself. All was well until she daintily inserted her bank card into the slot at the self service till. A quick pin number and she would be gone Michelle thought to herself as she dropped her wine, a few lipsticks, foundation and a pack of both false nails and eyelashes into the carrier bags. "Well well... aren't you the girl about town?!" The woman's voice to her left was oddly familiar but feeling suddenly nervous Michelle kept her eyes down, fixed on the PIN keypad. "Is this a dress down day for you sissy? How did you enjoy playing with yourself in your new skirts?" Michelle's pink manicured nail froze on the keypad as she felt her knees buckle slightly and a sharp stabbing pain deep in her stomach. This was it! It had happened! She had pushed her luck too far and she knew that she was in deep, deep trouble. With so much guilt inside from the erotic and delightful risks Michelle had taken in the past few days she wasn't immediately sure of the identity of her as yet unseen accuser. What she was in no doubt of though was that it was herself who must be the target of this mocking jibe. Completing her PIN number on the keypad she stared at the card reader in terror as a hundred thoughts ran through her head at once. Had it been discovered at the store about her illicit and shameful foray into the Female locker room and her free for all rummage through her store colleagues' uniform blouses and skirts? Or had a neighbour recognized her or had somehow caught a view of her through her windows during her wild solo sissy dressing sessions? "What's up silly sissy boy? Not talking?... Nothing nice catch your eye upstairs today?" The simple seconds for her card to be approved had seemed like minutes and she knew that there was obviously no escape from the confrontation this worsening verbal assault would shortly bring. Simultaneously with this thought came recognition of the tone of voice and the words used! "Oh no please no..." Michelle thought as she turned as casually and innocently to her left... Sure enough, standing next in line to use her self service check-out was her all knowing and accusing nemesis from the George clothing department upstairs in the store! Out of her drab Asda uniform and standing in her own clothes the feared George assistant looked different. What remained however was the cold, accusing pierce of her blue eyes and although she was 'off duty' Michelle noted that her blonde hair was still held high and tight in a strict single ponytail. Her make-up was also stern, in fact even more so than the look Michelle had noted when she served her the day before. Her skin seemed paler, her lips redder and sharply defined, her piercing blue eyes seemed deep set within the heavy black liner and a slightly darker view on the smoky eye look blended out to darkly lined, severely shaped brows. Dressed relatively modestly in a long line tightly fitted white shirt with a deep ruffled collar she wore a wide black patent belt over the shirt tightly constricting her obviously already slim waist. She was too close in that instant snapshot to see more but below the waist clinching belt Michelle could see at that her shirt flared tightly over black leather trousers... Michelle knew that she was in trouble! Despite attempts at a cool response she was obviously flustered as she engaged the subtly smirking woman. "Excuse me are you speaking to me? Do I know you?.." " Sorry? " The woman feigned an innocent surprise at Michelle's unconvincing challenge. "No I don't believe we've met...sorry but you do look so familiar!...What's your name darling?" All the time she was bursting inside to tear this sissy to shreds but she played along to enjoy the self unveiling spectacle. With the "darling" remark not even registering Michelle continued her attempt at a convincing but quick resolution to this precarious situation. "Michelle...and yours?" "Oh sorry how rude! I assumed you would have known that from my staff name badge when you were buying your lovely new skirts upstairs yesterday. I'm Claire, well nice to finally meet you Michelle...." Deliberately pausing and holding a cool eye contact with the sissy, Claire waited in amusement to see what he would do next... Michelle's desperately unconvincing response was to continue the mistaken identity charade and return her attention to pluck her bank card from the reader and fumble it back into her purse. Stuffing the purse into one of her carrier bags she turned to make her escape to anonymity of the mall. Disaster struck as on passing through the electronic security of the open exit the alarms screamed out an accusing tone! She wanted to run but knew that she would have to once again play out her feminine roll to discreetly and quickly deal with what she knew was coming next. The store security guard approached her in a friendly and matter of fact way as her stomach churned and her knees again began to tremble. "Can I check your bags please miss? Must be a tag still in there." "Yes of course." Michelle replied as unsuspiciously as she could muster. She guessed that a security tag had remained due to her using self service. With a trembling hand she held out her till receipt to allow the guard to check off the items in her bags. She just wanted this risky encounter to be over so that she could get back to her car and get the hell out of there! "I'm sorry, your shopping is all ok. Would you mind stepping this way so that I can check your handbag with privacy?" Michelle really was the rabbit in the headlights now and before she could attempt to croak a response she felt the guard's hand on her back firmly but subtly guiding her towards a green door marked 'Store Security'. She felt the firm hand casually trace the seamed fastening and boning of her basque and the pink satin of her blouse gliding over her the silky black restricting panels. She found herself experiencing an inner panic of which she had never in her life encountered! Seemingly floating involuntarily towards the door she told herself over and over that this dreadful situation was just a technicality and that with no stolen items to hide her already proven deception would hold up in the brief time she hoped it would take to be released on her way. With the door closing firmly behind her Michelle found herself alone with the security guard in a small room with only a table within. Placing her carrier bags on the table she slipped her black shoulder bag off and sat it alongside her shopping. As she watched the security guard open her shoulder bag she thought that it was strange that it was unclipped and allowed him immediate access.... "Well well...What's this then....?" He seemed to be somehow relieved and also pleased as before her he withdrew a small pink box which was obviously some brand of perfume!... "That isn't mine...." The security guard turned his head away and raised his hand. "Don't even bother. I've heard it all before. So what is it? You think you can just swan in here and help yourself? You women are all the same and believe me I've seen it all. You think that because you buy a few things that you can fill your pockets with whatever else catches your eye and I won't find out?...Is that it?" "Honestly their must be ..." The guard again raised his hand. "Save it. This is a Police matter now." The guard watched as right on cue the silly bitch turned on the waterworks. Michelle was besides herself with terror as her eyes filled and the first tear rolled down her cheek. This was a nightmare she told herself and prayed that she would wake up! The walls of the already small room were closing around her and she had to steady herself with the table to stop from collapsing right there. All was lost. If the Police were called her cover would be well and truly blown and she would suffer a humiliation beyond imagination. What if it got to court? ...And then into the local newspaper?! Tranny caught shoplifting! The walls were caving in around her and all she could think of was the exit to the car park that she had foolishly strolled past. "There is however another way that we can resolve this unfortunate situation.." The guard stepped over and turned a latch on the door handle which snicked ominously in the silence. Michelle's meek and uncontrollable sobbing was stunned to silence as, lifting her head she watched the guard pull down his zip and tug his erect cock from within!... "Get down on your knees bitch and suck this!...And this will all be just our little secret." "Then...then I can go?" Michelle pleaded pathetically, stunned as the words left her mouth. "Get on with it you silly cow!" Feeling like a passenger in her own body Michelle automatically stepped forward and dropped to her knees. In a complete daze she watched through her tears as her hand rose and her pink polished nails wrapped around the guard's waiting penis. As if on some kind of automatic pilot the hand in front of her began to stroke the cock back and forth along it's length. The guard quickly snapped her from her trance. "I said suck it! If you want out of here you had better do a good job you thieving little tart!" The single rough slap across her face had jolted her well and truly back to reality as his cruel words sank in. Taking back control of her body Michelle's stomach turned and she thought she was going to be sick as she screwed her eyes shut to shut off the image of the twitching cock sticking out from the guard's trousers as she leant forwards and tentatively let the head of the cock slip past her coral frosted pink lips. The initial gut wrenching odour faded as she slowly began bobbing with short movements, taking his cock into her mouth a little more each time. "That's more like it. Now get on with it you sticky fingered little cunt!" Michelle was ashamed and disgusted not only by what she was doing but also with the realization that her own cock was twitching and stiffening! It was actually quite painful in the tight confines of her high cut Levis. It was an automatic arousal, as with her senses returning she could feel the restraining tug on her self secret black fishnet stockings that the suspender straps of her black basque asserted. Feeling the constricting boning of her figure shaping basque beneath the pink satin of her fitted blouse Michelle felt bizarrely at ease with her shocking developing actions as she softly bobbed and sucked on the cock. With a quick upwards glance from under the fringe of her brunette bob she met the guard's eyes. Watching her shameful actions with a deeply smug but lustful glare he reached out and brushed her hand aside from it's stroking grip and bending forwards grabbed each of her arms in front of and slightly above her elbows. Pushing them back and pinning them in place towards her back Michelle involuntarily bent forwards and arched her neck back with the reflex of her bodies response to this painful and restraining action. With her range of motion limited the guard took over the stimulation of his now throbbing cock. Thrusting forwards he made Michelle take his punishing cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Michelle's eyes were now streaming with the effort of tolerating this filthy intruder. She could feel herself drool uncontrollably as she was unable to contain her own saliva and what she knew from the salty taste must have been the guard's pre-cum. Her suspicions were correct as after several more strokes which were now roughly forcing their way unforgivingly into her throat she felt his grip on her arms tighten, pinning them back even more painfully and forcing her face forwards. With this came the fierce throbbing of his cock telling her that he was close to cumming. With her lips and nose buried in his pubic hair the guard suddenly stopped his thrusts. Michelle started to panic and struggle as her head went light with shortage of breath. She could feel her eyes bulging but still the guard did not relax his painful grip or withdraw his choking cock. For a few seconds she felt his warm cock twitch violently, buried deeply in the top of her throat before she felt spurt after spurt of hot thick liquid inject into her throat! The humiliation was not over just yet as releasing his grip slightly allowing Michelle to return to a slightly more natural position he slowly withdrew his already softening cock and with slow short thrusts let it be known that he wanted his cock to be brought down softly from it's violent exertions and climax. Michelle humbly complied, why wouldn't she? She was totally broken and felt completely used and abused as she slurped softly on the guard's cock, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Eventually withdrawing completely from her used mouth the guard looked down with a smug disgust as he tucked himself back into his trousers and zipped himself up. "I hope that's a lesson for you! Now move your arse. Straighten yourself up and get the fuck out of my sight!" On release Michelle reeled backwards before dropping onto her hands and bowing her head in relief. Struggling to get her breath she concentrated desperately to recover the composure that she would need to escape this nightmare. "Hurry up you silly tart! And if I catch you filling your pockets again you'll be back in here and I'll put you over that table and take every pennies worth out of you!" Propping herself back up onto her knees Michelle struggled to her feet. Stumbling towards the table she retrieved her powder compact from her shoulder bag. On seeing herself in it's small round mirror she was confronted by a total mess. Her eyes were bloodshot and still slightly bulging and her tears had ran telltale black streaks of her eyeliner and mascara down over her cheeks. Retrieving a tissue from her bag she quickly dabbed at the smudged mess of her make-up and before closing the compact swept the powder brush over her cheeks in a desperate effort to recover an acceptable appearance. With the emergency touch up complete Michelle found herself doing the strangest and a most unnecessary thing considering the circumstances. Pulling her lipstick from her black leather shoulder bag she smoothed a thick coating of the soft pink creamy colour across her lips, nipping her lips together as she stuffed the tube back into her bag. Slipping the bag over her shoulder she reset her posture but with her head humbly bowed to avoid eye contact with the guard she unlatched the door and made to leave the room that had been her forced introduction to sissy sexual servitude. "Wait you forgot your perfume you silly bitch, take it you've paid for it!" Snapping the small pink box from his hand she burst through the door back into the relative public safety of the store foyer as the guard roared with laughter. As Michelle finally escaped to the mall floor the guard resumed his watch on the exiting potential shoplifters. Quite pleased with himself at his most recent of conquests he waited for the next woman to try and get past him. He loved his job! His practised and proven routine supplied him with sex on tap, sometimes he did actually get the Police in but only if the woman was so undesirable or he was already drained. Michelle had been his first of the day and he was quite proud of himself for teaching a lesson to what he mistakenly had assumed was just another kleptomaniac thirty- something housewife! As Michelle set off to scurry her retreat to the car park she again heard the clothing assistants sneering voice from behind her. The mocking tone was edged with more amusement this time though. " I hope you've not been a naughty sissy Michelle?...I take it that you got away with a...ahem...'warning' at security?" Michelle spun round and seen that her pursuing tormentor's joyous expression matched her obviously highly self amusing remark. Michelle was by now an emotional wreck and was desperate to just get the hell out of there. "Look who are you anyway? Why are you following me?" she snapped in a less than feminine voice that had Claire laughing out loud at the sissy's rapidly unravelling attempted subterfuge. "Ah, I see that I'm correct and that James has been up to his old tricks! You've missed a bit you desperate little sissy tart!" Claire was absolutely radiant in the success of her inspired actions and wondered how the situation could be any more perfect. Automatically following Clair's accusing glance Michelle looked downwards in horror as she seen a damp mark below the collar of her soft pink blouse. Still glistening on the satin there could be no mistake that it was the security guards cum that had somehow escaped her all too recent forced oral service! She could feel her cheeks instantly burning red through her pink blush. Quickening her pace in speechless disgraced embarrassment Claire matched her steps to maintain the unrelenting humiliation of this pathetic sissy. "Ha a woman should be more careful with her handbag. There are a lot of thieves about!" With the obvious admission that it was this evil woman who had planted the perfume in her bag Michelle again spun her glance around in anger but her tormentor was gone! Feeling physically sick she hurried down the stairs to the car park and didn't look up or back until she collapsed into her car and closed and locked the door. Her face falling into her hands she sobbed uncontrollably for ten minutes both with ecstatic relief and inconsolable humiliation. Eventually with the sense of personal safety returning Michelle began replaying the terrifying recent events back in her mind. Slowly, as her frantic panicked state began to return to a feeling of relative calm she realized that despite the obviously traumatic happenings she had escaped relatively unscathed from what she admitted was a terribly risky outing from the outset. She had done it however despite the potential risks. She had been out in public fully dressed as herself for the first time and had floated around unnoticed doing the simplest of feminine things, shopping. Partly in true reflection and partly from a sub conscious attempt to lock the gut wrenching horrors temporarily away in her mind she began to let the illicit thrill of her deliberate public risks seep through her body as her arousal grew. Again feeling the sensual tugs and restrictions of her luxurious lingerie she began to gently wrestle with her stiffening erection through the sensation numbing constriction of her tight denim feminine Levis. Remembering that despite the relative invisibility of the confines of her car she still wasn't 100% safe from discovery she reached across and draped David's jacket across her lap as she continued her searching fumblings. Admitting that she wasn't able to stimulate her now albeit comfortably placed fully erect cock her hand slid downwards between her denim clad legs. Maintaining cautious glances in her mirrors she casually began pressing her touch between her cheeks, searching for her already twitching hole. On locating her undeniably hungry rosebud she began pressing firmly and repeatedly, forcing the thick denim seam of the crotch of her tight Levis to push the black satin of her ruffled panties on the place that seemed to demand her attention when her mind was full of this illicit, recently regained thrill from fear of discovery and humiliation. Gently writhing rhythmically in her seat as she did so she felt the building arousal from her cocks restrictive confines. Her mind began to race as she replayed every detail of her virgin foray into the public side of her femininity. From dressing that morning in her subtle but sexy pink satin shirt and boot cut jeans outfit, sneaking out to her car to begin her journey to completing her transformation to Michelle cheekily in her car tucked away subtly in the corner of the multi storey car park she remembered every detail and experienced sensation. Feeling her arousal rise she increased the pace of her thoughts and stimulation, desperately in search of the orgasm that would finally and thoroughly satisfy her frantic need to secure her humiliating experiences as the climax to the brave and hugely satisfying decision she had made in her shower just a few life changing hours ago. As her memories caught up to the intensely fearful humiliating coincidence of being recognized fully dressed at the self service checkout by the ruthless clothing assistant that had so ungraciously identified her as a cross dresser just the previous day, her self stimulating mental and physical pace again quickened. And then the nightmare of the security check with her undeniable and inescapable guilt and the humiliating punishment that had resulted... Michelle only had time for a glance at the cum stained pink satin of her blouse before she began to buck and struggle in her seat as she exploded deep underneath the confines of her basque, panties and tight feminine denim curves. As the warm aftermath of her intense orgasm receded Michelle's guilt, embarrassment and a slight paranoia crept back and she quickly began returning her appearance to something more suitable for her return home to her flat. Retrieving her make-up wipes from her bag she carefully removed all traces of Michelle's feminine face and slipped her brunette bob wig and jewellery off and replaced them carefully in her bag. On dropping the side zips she tugged off her black leather ankle boots and replaced David's trainers. Struggling in the confines of her little car she put David's jacket back on and after a quick check in her vanity mirror she turned the key and set off home. The journey to the complete safety of her flat was uneventful and on locking the door behind her Michelle dropped her bags, and went straight to the bathroom and started the bath running. Returning to the feminine solace of her dressing room she quickly stripped from the garments that had brought her so much excitement and humiliation just a short time ago. Her mind was racing with both embarrassment and arousal as she dropped her classy and sexy pink satin blouse, locating and staring at the stain of the security guards cum that had unknowingly escaped her greedy oral service as she did. Then her Levis, panties and basque all damp and sticky from her own recent desperate ejaculation. The sight really hit home to her just how much of a sissy tart she really was. How long could she keep up the self delusion that she didn't actually crave the kind of humiliating sexual and mental abuse that had been forced upon her that day?... To be continued...