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Good News, Bad News, Part 4
By Pindick
"So, Mr. Mike Powers, I feel like I already know you," said Sandra, the
personal shopper my wife, Laney, had hired to take me shopping for women's
clothing. We were leaving the Pink Pearl Spa, where I had received a full
makeover. I was dressed in a short, frilly pink dress and impossibly high
heels. My delicate curls framed my face.
"Laney's told you a lot about me?" I asked.
"That, and I've been tracking your progress all afternoon. You know those
photos the Pink Pearl staff has been putting on their Facebook page?
That's just the beginning of it. People are "sharing" the pictures right
and left. I've had no fewer than a dozen Facebook friends share your
photos just in the past few minutes! You're famous!" she said.
The news made me nervous. "Could people recognize me?"
"Does it matter? They're all clearly labeled as being you. Here, look."
Sandra pulled out her Android and launched Facebook. "Look - another three
... no, seven people just while we were inside! Read the cutline. "These
photos are tracking the transformation of local executive Mike Powers,
president and CEO of Powers Design, a leading interior design firm."
I got a sick feeling. "I'm fucked," I said.
"Not from what I hear," said Sandra. "In fact, I hear you're the only one
at your house last night who didn't get fucked. Yes, Laney has told me
everything - your tiny dick, her years of frustration, and her decision to
take control of her life by making up for lost time. You'll be staying
with me after our trip so you won't be in the way while she fucks one of
your own employees."
"Who?" I asked.
"She didn't give me a name - just described him as a black guy with a
reputation for the biggest dong ever. Apparently, after so many years of
being deprived, she can't get enough cocks - or big enough ones. You know,
if he gets her pregnant, you're going to have a black baby to raise! I'd
say that would be hard to explain, I guess not, since everybody in town
knows your sweet little wife is jumping on every cock in sight - except
yours," said Sandra. She laughed out loud.
I knew right away who it was: Lenny Sadler. He was an arrogant asshole,
and apparently he was fucking Laney. At the moment, I was even more taken
aback by Sandra's cruel attitude. While it had turned out that the ladies
in the spa knew about my situation, they had at least tried to be
courteous and act as if they cared about feelings. Sandra seemed to revel
in my misery.
It was time to change the subject. "So where are we going?" I asked.
"I guess we should start at Foundations Inc., since I posted that we'd be
going there first. You need bras, panties, garterbelts, stockings corsets
and a couple of nice nighties. You can't keep wearing Laney's frillies,
you know!"
I was outraged. "You posted where we were going?" Sandra shocked me by
swatting me across the mouth with a vicious backhand. "Don't you ever
raise your voice to me again. Now dig into your new cosmetics stash and
get out your lipstick, liner and gloss. I'm not going to be seen with you
with your lips messed up."
I did so, using the mirror on the visor over the passenger seat to repair
the damage from Sandra's hand. I finished just as we pulled into the
parking lot. There were about 30 people gathered around the door - some
with camcorders. "Keep your legs together when you get out of the car, or
your pecker may turn up on Youtube," she warned.
"How did you know I wasn't wearing panties?" I asked. She ignored me and
got out and started toward the store entrance. I carefully swung my legs
around and began mincing inside in my flared dress and heels. She was
mugging for the cameras and answering questions. "Yes, this is Mr. Mike
Powers, CEO of Powers Design. He's in desperate need of some pretty
undies!"
"Did his wife really make him do this because he has a small dick?"
someone asked. She just smiled, turned to me and said, "C'mon Tiny. We
have an appointment inside." I wondered how many camcorders had caught
that sound bite.
Things were more calm inside the store. A tall lady in her fifties walked
over to greet us. "I'm Harriett, the owner. You'll be safe in here. I made
it very clear that only serious customers are welcome in the store." She
turned to me. "Mr. Powers, I presume."
I hung my head. "Yes ma'am."
"You've created quite a stir. I'm uncomfortable with it, but I suspect it
will be good for my business. We've never had so much publicity. Sandra's
told me what all you need, so I have put out a number of items for you to
try. Once we establish your size, you won't have to keep trying everything
on, though we'll still need to see how some styles look on you. First,
let's do bras. You'll use these prosthetics to fill them out. Just slide
them into each bra when you try it on and come out to show us."
She turned to a salesgirl who appeared to be about 18. "Tiffany, take him
in the first changing room. Bring me the dress and we'll hang it up until
he needs it so it won't get wrinkled." The girl was a walking
advertisement for cleavage-enhancing bras, spilling out of her scooped
neckline with tits that had to be at least C cups but looked like E's.
"Turn around, and I'll unzip you," Tiffany ordered. I turned, and she
quickly unzipped the dress all the way. "Now step out of it."
"I turned around, holding up the dress to cover me. "Can I just hand it
over the top?"
Tiffany rolled her eyes and sighed, and Sandra intervened. "Do as she
says. Now," Sandra said.
I turned back to face away when Tiffany said, "No, I think you should face
this way. We all want to know if the stories are true."
"Do it," said Harriett. "Let's just get this part out of the way." I
faced them and worked my arms out of the spaghetti straps, letting the
dress slide down. I stepped out of it and heard a click. Sandra had just
snapped a picture.
"Don't worry ... this is just for your scrapbook. Laney wants every step
of our trip chronicled."
I was even more alarmed to note that Tiffany had been recording me with a
Flip video. "Don't worry about that either," said Sandra. "That's for the
multimedia part of the scrapbook, unless you get stupid."
"Smile and wave," said Tiffany. "Tell us your name and why you're buying
lingerie."
"I'm Mike Powers, and I'm buying lingerie because my wife, Laney, asked me
to do so."
"That'll do for now," said Sandra.
Harriett handed me two bras. "Let's try the red one first. No need to shut
the door. We've all seen it anyway, and it'll just waste time. Tiffany,
help him get the bras off and on.
Soon, Sandra had settled into three styles she liked - all lacy and
padded. She bought two of each style in pink, two in white, and one each
in black, red and lavender..
"All of these colors are available in three panty styles - standard,
bikini and thong. Which panties do you want him to try?" Harriett asked
Sandra.
"Let's come back to that. First, do you have garter belts in all the
colors?
"Every one of 'em," said Harriett. "That''s one big advantage we have over
the chain stores like Victoria's Secret - a wider variety of styles and
colors. We also have two styles of garter belts - one very lacy, and one
more simple. Do you have a preference?"
"Let's see them both," said Sandra. By this time, I had been on full
display for more than a half hour, and when I tried on the lacy red garter
belt, I got an inconvenient erection.
"Goodness, somebody likes these!" said Tiffany, once again running the
video camera. Sandra, likewise, had captured my erection for posterity.
Harriet pulled out one of those cloth tape measures they use in clothing
stores. "Can we measure it to see if it's true that it's only three and a
quarter inches fully erect?" she said. Harriett sighed and nodded. Tiffany
stretched it up against my penis. "Actually, a little short. More like
three inches even," she said.
"Hold it there a second," said Sandra. She snapped another photo with the
tape measure. "There. I know a few ladies who'll love that."
"Let's how he likes it with stockings," said Harriett. She handed me a
pair of red textured stockings and showed me how to pull them up without
getting a run.
"Perfect. We'll get those in all the colors. And give him thongs in red
and black. But I'm going to recommend he go without panties most of the
time, especially when he's wearing garters. It'll help him learn to walk
like a lady," said Sandra.
Finally, Sandra pronounced my lingerie purchases complete. "Let's let him
wear a garter and stockings with his dress," said Sandra. "Tiffany, why
don't you pick out a color."
Tiffany put on a show of engaging in thought. "Well, the conventional
choice would be pink to match the dress. So I'm thinking ... lavender!"
I put on the garter belt and stockings and realized that the dress was so
short that the tops of the stockings and a couple of inches of the garters
were showing. The garish lavender - which had black trim - practically
screamed "streetwalker."
Sandra and Harriett both laughed. "How wonderfully trashy," Sandra said.
Tiffany grinned broadly. Sandra snapped another photo or two, and Tiffany
made me strut across the store for some more video.
As we prepared to leave, I noticed a much larger crowd had gathered out
front.
"Uh oh," said Sandra. "I'm afraid it got posted when we arrived. Let me
look." She pulled out her Android and opened Facebook. "Just as I
suspected," she said, showing me a photo that clearly showed me entering
the store, wearing the frilly dress.
"Would you like to leave by the back way?" asked Harriett.
"No, that's ok. We'd still have to get to the car out front. We'll just
have to run the gauntlet. The good news for you is that they'll follow us
when we leave and you can get back to normal," said Sandra.
"Maybe a couple will stay and buy something. At any rate, you bought
enough to make it our best day in months," said Harriett. "You're welcome
to bring him back, but next time let's do it quietly, after regular store
hours."
"Fair enough. Meanwhile, I'd better keep an eye on him, or some guy may
start hitting on him in that slutwear," said Sandra, producing a laugh.
Finally, she said, "You go on out to the car. I'll get the bags and wait
right behind you. It takes you forever to walk in those heels, and I don't
want to wait around on you."
I steeled myself and walked out the door. I could hear dozens of cameras
going off, and several videos were running. In the heels, it was
impossible to walk quickly - or without appearing to prance. "This will
look even better than the Youtube video I posted of him coming in," said
one lady. When I got to the car, I turned around expecting to see Sandra,
but she wasn't there. I was on my own!
The stalkers crowded around me, shoving camcorders in my face and asking
questions:
"How do you like being a star?"
"Are you really being punished for having a small cock?"
"Where are you going next?"
Finally, Sandra came out and let me in the car. The people kept asking her
questions. "Mr. and Mrs. Powers appreciate all your interest, and while
they understand the novelty of the situation, they prefer not to talk
about the reasons for it," she said.
"What's your name?" Sandra couldn't resist the opportunity to plug her
personal shopping service. "Sandra Simpson, personal shopper. You can find
me on Facebook," she said.
"What'd you buy Mr. Powers?" someone asked.
"Well, these, for one thing," she said, lifting my hem slightly to show
the garters and stockings. "Quite a few of these, some bras. But hey,
that's kinda personal, isn't it?" The line produced a huge laugh from the
crowd, and she got in and began to drive off.
"What took you so long?" I asked. "I was just having to stand out there
having my picture taken."
Sandra gave me a harsh look. "Do you need another slap across the jaw? It
took Tiffany a minute to copy the photos onto their computer so she could
email them to Deanna at the spa."
During my makeover, Deanna - the spa's 16-year-old receptionist - had been
dutifully posting photos to a "Mike Powers" album on their Facebook page.
"Don't worry," said Sandra. "She can't post most of these, because they
violate Facebook policy. She'll just send them to the women who had
requested updates. At any rate, you are at least covered in the pictures
and videos people took in the parking lot, so I imagine plenty are being
upload as we speak."
"Are they following us?" I asked.
"A couple are, but we're heading to the mall now, and I called ahead. The
mall cops said they'd keep the crowds at bay so we can shop in peace. I
didn't do it for you, but for me. If we created too much of a disturbance
they might ask us to leave. That'd be very bad for my business."
"Can I ask a favor?" I said.
"You can ask."
"Can we at least get me a few outfits with pants? Also, I'd be a lot more
comfortable if I could wear some panties under this dress."
"We'll see, but I wouldn't count on it," she said. I've picked out several
dresses to try on at Nordstrom, and we'll pick up some additional pairs of
shoes there."
"Am I going to get some that I can walk in without killing myself?"
Sandra laughed. "Not likely. I might go as low as three inches, but no
less. You're not going to learn to walk in heels by wearing flats."
"What are we going to do after we get done shopping?" I asked.
"It depends on how much time there is, and how it's going for your wife.
Since she still has a sore pussy from last night, she may quit a little
earlier, but I said I'd keep you overnight if necessary. If so, you'll
sleep on the floor, of course."
"So obviously Laney's telling you more than she's telling me, which is
practically nothing. Is this my new life?" I asked.
Sandra laughed long and hard.
"Oh, no! Not at all! Your new life will be far worse than anything you've
experienced so far!"
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