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She Stoops to Conquer by Priscilla Chapter 6 We crossed the Thames, and Jenn turned into a street in one of the smarter parts of the west of London. She stopped in front of a shop with no display in the window to indicate its wares. Over the door it said 'All Shapes and Sizes'. We got out, and Jenn led me into the shop. Once inside it was decorated almost like a smart office reception, but with softer d?cor. A middle-aged woman, very smartly dressed, sat behind an old fashioned desk, and she rose as we entered. "Good morning, Mr. And Mrs. Graham, so good to see you again, Jennifer." She came forward, and Jennifer introduced me to her as Mrs. Thomas, an old financial client of hers. "Please call me Agnes, and may I call you Petal, dear?" Mrs. Thomas replied, offering me her hand. "Of course, Agnes, you two are going to be well acquainted by the time the morning is out" Jenn quipped, and they both laughed. I had no idea what they were talking about. "Well let's begin but would either of you like something to drink?" To be honest by now I could have done with a stiff whisky, but I declined. The earlier drinks were beginning to have an effect on my bladder. Agnes took our coats, and led me into a room at the back with lots of female undergarments hanging on racks, and a clear space in the middle. To one side was a chair, over which was draped a long pink nightgown. Agnes pointed to the chair and said, "Petal, dear, if you would just undress completely apart from your panties, and put on the peignoir. When you are ready give me a call." I looked at Jenn through the open door, and got a firm nod. Oh dear, what now? Agnes left the room, and I started to undress as best I could with the damn nails. Taking Mary's advice and using the balls of my fingers made progress easier and eventually I had folded my slacks, blouse, undies and stockings on the chair. I slipped my sandals back on, as the floor was cold. Standing there with nothing on above my panties, I felt somehow vulnerable, and felt the need to cover my breasts. Breasts, since when did I have breasts, surely I meant chest? I put the flimsy garment that Agnes had called a peignoir on, and felt less embarrassed. What was happening to me? I walked to the door, and told Agnes that I was ready. She and Jenn came in and closed the door behind them. Jenn found another chair to sit on, while Agnes pointed to a slightly raised circular platform and indicated she wanted me to stand on it. "Now, Petal dear, I want you to stand up perfectly straight, don't slouch, but relax your body muscles as much as you can. I just want to measure you first." She picked up a tape measure, pen and pad, and approached me. "Raise your arms, please dear." When I did, she opened the front of the peignoir, and passed the tape around my chest. "Arms down now, and relax again." She pulled the tape tight across my nipples, then checked the tape. Writing down figures as she went, she measured me at various parts of my torso, much in the same way a tailor would for a suit - but no inside leg measurement! Finally she withdrew the tape, and took further measurements from my neck to my bottom and from the front of my throat to where my panties started. "That's fine, dear, you can relax for a few moments while I absorb these figures." She pointed to another chair and I sat. Agnes took her pad over to Jenn, and they were soon in discussion on them. "He's a 36, or possibly even a 34, but 36 will be more comfortable," said Agnes. I had no idea what this meant. "Yes, I agree, I want him to be comfortable, especially for his first bra." "Good, then what size do you want him; I would suggest a B or a C, anything larger would not give him that feminine balance." Jenn pondered, then replied, "I think a C. I want him to be aware of them at all times, and a B might be a little too small for that." Agnes smiled. "A 36C it is, then. Now what about waist size? At the moment he is a 32 relaxed, and comfortably we can get him down to 26 straight away. But if you want to go beyond that I could fit a garment that would take it down to 21 at the extreme. Possible now, but it will be very uncomfortable for him all the time. I suggest you start him at say 26 to 28, then gradually bring it down as he gets used to it." "Agnes, you are the expert, I'll take your advice on it. Will it need to be ordered or do you have something in stock?" "I've got something which he can be going on with which you can take down to 24 at most, but to be able to go further I'll have to order it. It would be here on Wednesday if he could slip in?" Wednesday? I'd be at work. "Of course, he can come round in his lunch break, is that all right?" "Yes of course, if there is a problem I'll give you a call." It was uncomfortable listening to two women discussing me openly as if I wasn't present. "Okay, well, let's get him into a correct fitting bra first, okay Jenn?" "Of course, and as it's his first he can choose colour and style if you could supervise him to get a correct one" said Jenn, and calling over to me, "Come over here darling, Agnes is going to help you choose a bra." I followed Agnes to a wall display of matching bras, panties and suspender belts in a wide array of colours and styles. Some were quite severe with no lace or other decoration, while others were as frothy with trim as could be. Agnes pointed to a section of small bras, all without much lace, and with no obvious padding. "Those are training bras, dear, most girls start with one of those in their early teens. It's usually a big thrill for a young girl when she is fitted for her first bra. They are no use to you, though as you already too big for them, but we'll try to make this as much pleasure as it would be if you were a teenager" and she grinned at me. "Now many of these suit well-endowed women, which you are not. But there is still a wide selection that will be fine for you. Firstly, can I assume that you want something frilly and glamorous, rather than more towards a sports bra?" Oh God, I had no idea. Well, if I was going through with all this, I might as well go the whole hog, so to speak. "Yes, Agnes, I prefer glamorous." "Now colour, black and red are very sexy, but I think the most feminine colour is pink, and I always try to persuade my customers to start with pink. It goes with most things, and makes wearing the first bra so much more of an experience." "Pink is fine." "Okay, that narrows it down. I'll pick out a few that will suit your figure, and you can choose. Then we'll fit it properly for you." She opened some drawers under the display, and selected six different bras, which she laid out on a counter above the drawers. "These are all your size, and all have matching sets. I'll leave you for a moment to browse; don't be afraid to touch them, better that you are comfortable with the feel of the material, it is important." She smiled, and left me alone with the garments. How to choose? If I had been buying one as a present for Jenn any one of them could have done, but now this one was for me. I picked them up in turn, and felt the material. Some had more rounded breast shape than others, the shape of the cups also varied from maximum coverage to barely covering the nipples! The straps going to the back around the chest also varied in width, as did the shoulder straps. All were covered in lace, and seemed all too delicate for their job. After inspecting each one carefully, I narrowed the choice down to two; one had front and back opening, and the other had wider straps, which I assumed would be more comfortable. At this point Agnes returned. "Have you chosen, dear? Oh yes, they are both good choices. I tell you what, try them both and see how they feel on. Bring them with you, and come with me." She led me back to the dais, around which she had arranged in three full-length mirrors. She indicated that I was to stand back on the platform. "Slip the peignoir off, dear, and let's try these. We'll try the Maidenform first." I stripped as instructed, and she handed me back the front opening bra. I started to unclasp it there, but she gave me a disapproving look. "I always think that a girl should get used to putting a bra on from the back as soon as possible. It takes some time to get used to, so it's good to get in practice." Reluctantly, I fastened the back hooks and eyes in front of me, then swivelled the bra round, before pulling it onto my chest, and slipping my arms through the shoulder straps. I pulled the front down, and had to admit it looked lovely on as I glanced at the mirrors. "Good dear, that was well done, now let's fit the breastforms." She picked up what looked like a large jellyfish from the table beside her, and advanced on me. "I'm afraid you'll find them rather cold on your skin at first, but as soon as they warm to body temperature, you'll not feel them," Agnes said, as she squeezed it inside the left cup of the bra, almost under my armpit. It was cold to the skin at first, but soon warmed up. As she arranged it, she pushed the surplus flesh on my chest towards the centre and upwards. "Many people make the mistake of making false breasts in the shape of real ones, but the most successful way is to accentuate your own as you can see, honey." And she was right. After she had repeated the process on the right side, I found I had a cleavage! Not only that but the bra was well filled, with hardly a sign of the breastforms. I couldn't help turning my body so that I could see my new shaped profile in the mirror. Agnes giggled. "You know, dear Petal, that is the reaction I get from every young girl when I fit her first bra. Treasure that moment, dear, it really is special. Of course you'll look much better without all that nasty hair on your chest." I looked over at Jenn, and she gave a little mock round of applause, while smiling broadly. For the first time in my life I was ashamed of my small grove of chest hairs. "Let me just adjust the shoulder straps, dear, so that the bra sits just right" and Agnes fiddled with the straps, pulling the bra down, for some time before declaring herself satisfied. She then went back to the table, and took from it a small camera. "I like to record this important moment in a girl's life, both for myself and for the client," she said, "I hope you don't mind." "Of course you don't mind, do you Petal dear," trilled Jenn. "No, dear, no Agnes. I'd love a photo," I answered, this time not entirely reluctantly. Agnes had me stand in different poses, while she walked around taking shots from various angles. When she had finished, she showed us the results, and promised to let us have a copy before we left. "Now would you like to try the other bra, dear? Then you can practice fitting the forms yourself." She removed the breastforms from my bra, and I quickly changed into the other one. Agnes then had me insert the forms, correcting me until I got it right. By now they were at my body temperature, and comfortable to fit. Agnes then adjusted straps and positions, and then took a set of pictures of me in that bra. "Good, dear, now which is your favourite?" said Agnes when she had finished. "To be honest, I don't know, I like them both equally." And I did. They were both very comfortable and both very sexy. "Good girl!" cried Jenn; "I'm so pleased. Well, I think the answer is that you buy one for yourself, and I'll buy the other as a present for my Pet." Agnes beamed. "Now that is settled, we must get on with the foundation garment. You can select matching panties and things later." She left me standing on the dais, and went to another part of the showroom, returning with two more pink garments. One looked like a ladies' one piece bathing costume with suspender straps, and the other was about two foot square, with a row of eyeholes down two opposite sides, and a long cord at the base of each row. She put the latter garment on the table and brought the other over to me. "This is a corset, dear, designed to improve your figure. It is elasticated, and when on very firm, so at first you might find it restricting. You will get used to it, but when you come next week, I will fit one that is a better fit for you. Now rest your arm on my shoulder, and step into it, one leg at a time." I did as she said, and carefully guided my heels into the narrow garment. Once both legs were in, I realised that it was tight, as I had to keep my legs together in it. Agnes gripped the top, and pulled it up my body. It was a struggle over my hips, and a real battle to get the top up over my new 'breasts'. Agnes loosened the shoulder straps, and helped me get my arms through. The corset had its own suspender straps, two in front and two behind, and Agnes attached these to the tops of my stockings then adjusted their lengths. "You won't normally wear a suspender belt with the corset, honey "she said, " but as you already have it on, I'll attach all the snaps for you, makes it more comfortable somehow." Then once again she spent time pulling and tugging and swivelling until she was satisfied that the corset was fitted on me properly. While she did this I glanced in the mirror and noticed that it really did reshape my figure. It was clearly designed for a woman, so it pulled my waist in and seemed to redistribute the flesh either upwards to my chest, or downwards to my hips. I had developed curves! "Stage one, Pet, how does that feel? Comfortable?" "Yes Agnes, but evenly tight all over." Good, that's what we want. Now this next will be less comfortable, at least until you are used to it." She took the other garment and wrapped it around my waist. What I hadn't noticed was that there were two inside elasticated flaps that had strong hooks and eyes. Agnes fastened these, and I became aware of restriction specifically around my waist. She then threaded the cords through the eyeholes in a similar way to shoelaces. Once she had them to the top, she handed the ends to me to hold, then went back to the bottom, and tightened them evenly, so that the garment became progressively tighter around my waist. I began to fear for continued breathing. She checked the waist with a tape measure, and then took the long cords from me and wrapped the ends round my waist, and back, tying them in a bow at the front. I looked over at the mirror, and wow! now I really had an hourglass figure. I also felt as if a giant clamp had been placed around me, so that breathing was not so easy. I looked over at Jenn, and once again she gave the mock applause. Agnes then walked about me, taking more pictures, before she finally let me down off the dais. It was then that I found that bending was no longer easy. Also, walking was a very strange feeling, as the suspender straps of the corset and those of my suspender belt pulled on my stockings and upper thighs in different ways. "Come over to the chair, dear," said Agnes, "I'll help you get dressed then you can pick your matching undies." She clearly appreciated my difficulties, as she made me sit, and dressed me in suspender belt stockings and slacks. I managed the blouse, although the buttons were still difficult, especially as the front of the blouse was tighter now I was wearing the breastforms. But they did make the blouse sit better; it was obviously cut for such a figure. Agnes fitted and buckled my shoes, then helping me up, took me over to the display stand. On it now were two suspender belts, and a number of pairs of panties, all matching either of the bras I had chosen. "These are the matching suspender belts for your size, dear, now you have to choose which style of panties you want. There are thongs, briefs, high waist, and boy cut, what the Americans call tap. I don't think the thongs will be very practical for you; they're not designed to hold much" she giggled " but any of the others will be fine on you. Any preference, dear?" I looked at the bewildering choice. How could I, a man - or at least I was until yesterday - know the intricacies of such things? As I pondered, and felt the different panties, Jenn joined me, and made my mind up for me. "The boy cut suit you better, darling, with your extra equipment" and both she and Agnes broke into peals of laughter. Even if I'd wanted to, laughing was hardly an option with the waist cincher and corset. Agnes took 'my' choices and led us back to the front reception room. There she folded them and my new and old bras, into a pink carrier bag with her logo, a woman in a corset' on the outside. She told Jenn that I could pay when I came for my 'fitting' in the week. She collected our coats,` and helped us into them. "Thanks for your custom, Jenn and Petal, and I look forward to seeing you, Pet, soon." She saw us to the door and we got back in the car. Jenn headed now to the West End, and our next stop was in a road parallel to Oxford Street, a few blocks up. We found parking, and walked together through the rain until we reached a shop, again with little display in the window, called 'Maid in England'. What indignity was I to go through here? Jenn led me in. Inside the spacious shop, the walls had displays of various maid costumes, some with long skirts, and some with very short ones, in a wide variety of colours and textures. A 30 something attractive blonde sat at a desk. Jenn introduced herself and explained that she had phoned earlier that morning to arrange a fitting. The blonde looked in her diary, and finding us there, smiled, and introduced herself as Charlotte, and said that she had the requested garments ready. "Is it for you, Mrs. Collins?" "No, they are for my husband Petal here. I hope I got his sizes right. Oh, and please call me Jenn." If this phased her, Charlotte didn't show it. Maybe she was used to men dressed as women coming in to buy her goods? "It shouldn't be a problem, Jenn, as Petal looks a reasonably standard size, and we have a large stock of the styles you requested." Charlotte turned to me. "Which would you like to try first, Petal?" "I'd like him to try the black one first, Charlotte, please." Charlotte took our coats, and directed Jenn to a seat beside a table covered with magazines. She took me by the hand, and led me into a large cubicle, where there was a chair, hangers and a large mirror on each of three walls. "If you'll slip out of your blouse and slacks, I'll bring you the dress." She left me, and once again I took off my blouse and trousers. I stood staring at my image in the mirror, with breasts, cleavage, wearing a corset and waist cincher, nylons and heels, as well as makeup and a feminine hairdo. What was becoming of me? Charlotte came back in with a shiny black dress over her arm. "My, your well corseted, dear, I picked out a slightly larger size, but you may be able to get into the next size down. But let's trey this first. Arms up, and I'll slip it down over your head, don't want to mess up your hairdo." I raised my arms, and she slipped the dress over them, directing my arms through the sleeves. When I lowered my arms, she slid the small puffed sleeves up to the tops of my arms, and gently pulled the rest of the dress down over my corseted body. She stepped behind me, and pulled up the zip that extended from just below the waist to the top of the low cut back. As she did, the dress fitted itself to me Charlotte fussed around it, and declared that I could easily get into the next smaller size. "These dresses look so much better when they fit snugly to the body" she declared, "and they do have a bit of stretch in them." She unzipped me at the back, helped me slide my arms out of the sleeves, then let the whole dress drop to the floor. I carefully stepped clear of it. She asked me to sit for a few moments while she found the right size, and she said that she would bring the other bits to go with the dress. Other bits, what other bits? I would have sat, but standing was more comfortable. I indulged myself in looking at my altered figure from all angles with the multiple mirrors. The corsetry had originally seemed so uncomfortable, but I was gradually getting used to it, and at least it seemed to apply its pressure equally over my body so that nothing dug in uncomfortably. And I did feel that if I had been a woman with this body, I would be attractive. What was I thinking of? But I couldn't resist striking a few 'sexy' poses for myself. Of course, I was striking a particularly erotic one when Charlotte returned suddenly. She suppressed a giggle behind her free hand. "Ooo, you are a sexy one, Petal. Your missus will have to watch you," she joked. I straightened and blushed. Well, I assume I did, because my face felt very hot with embarrassment. Charlotte had another black dress over her arm, and held frothy white frilly things in her hand. "We'll get the dress on first, dear, then sort the other things out first. Now arms up again." We went through the same procedure, but when she zipped up the back of the dress, it was clear that this size fitted me better. The bodice fitted smoothly over my body with no wrinkles or loose material. So let me describe the dress in more detail. It had a fitted bodice, with a deep round cut neckline, which came down to just far enough to conceal the top of my bra. The very puffed sleeves stood off the outside of my shoulders and narrowed to half way between my armpit and elbow. The back scooped down from the puffed sleeves in a gentle curve to the middle of my back. The neckline, backline and sleeves were trimmed with very full soft white lace. The skirt was very full, and reached only to just above my knees in large folds. Charlotte fussed with the dress until she was satisfied that it was sitting correctly on me, then undid the back zip. "Now for the pettis," she said, to my incomprehension. She lifted the larger white garment from the chair, and directed me to step into it. The pettis or petticoats consisted of four stiff ruched layers of lace, attached at the top to a waistband. Charlotte fastened the waistband to my waist, using one of four rows of hook and eyes. She then picked up the other fluffy garment, which was a pair of matching white nylon panties, with six overlapping rows of lace sown on over the bottom. The front was decorated with a large shiny white heart, and little pink bows at the end of each row, at the centre of the waistband, and around the heart completed the picture. A more sissy garment I had never seen. I stripped off my new pink panties, then stepped into these ridiculous panties, and Charlotte drew them up my legs. She arranged them around my waist, then fussed with the pettis and panties until she was satisfied that they sat properly. Then she zipped up the dress, arranged the skirt over the very full pettis. The skirt that had before nearly reached my knees now stood out almost horizontally and its hem just reached the hem of the top layer of the pettis. The overall effect was similar to that of a ballerina's tutu. Charlotte then stood back, and said, "I'll just get the other accessories, and then you're ready, dear." With that she popped out of the cubicle, and was back in seconds, with two other items. The first was a small white apron, all in fine lace. It had long wide ribbons to tie it, and a heart shaped pocket in the centre. Charlotte arranged it on the front skirt, then tied the ribbons in a big bow at the rear. "This is our own special design; the ribbons are each in two parts, so that used for the bows is much stiffer than the 'tails'. It makes the bows stand up so much prettier." The next item looked a bit like a large oval rosette, with black satin over white, and with two white satin ribbons tied in a big bow, leaving the ends of the ribbons a good yard each. Charlotte told me to bend at the knees, and from behind me, she fixed this to the top of the head with two curved combs fixed under the 'rosette'. When I straightened, she arranged the ribbons so that they hung down the centre of my back so I could feel them on my bare back. She then flitted around me arranging the costume with little tugs and pushes. When she was finally satisfied, she stood back with a contented smile. "Well, Petal dear, how do you like your new costume? I think you look absolutely lovely in it, dear." I looked at the image in the surrounding images and could hardly believe what I saw. What I saw was a doll, not a real person. No normal woman would wear such a costume. But hang on, firstly I was not a woman, for sure. And normal? After the last twenty-four hours, I began to doubt that I qualified. But sexy, yes. To see a girl dressed as I was would certainly be a turn on for me. And I continued to be amazed, and not a little conceited that when dressed and made up, I did look like a pretty woman. My hands went to my waist, and tangibly admired my trim waist. "It is very pretty, Charlotte, thank you," I admitted. "Okay, let's show your wife, I'm sure she'll be delighted with it." She took my hand and led me into the reception area. Jenn looked up, and clapped her hands over her mouth; I'm not sure whether to cover a laugh or an expression of shock. When she moved them, she was beaming from ear to ear. "Darling, you look absolutely divine in it. Oh, I am so pleased. And you like it too, I can see." She jumped up from her chair and came over to give me a big hug and a peck on my cheek. Charlotte interceded, "I take it that you are both happy. If you'll come back into the changing room, Petal, you can try on the other one." Other one? What else could I be expected to wear after this creation? I followed her mystified, and soon she had me out of the outfit and back into only my undies. She folded all the garments over her arm, and left me, saying that she would only be a few moments. Before I had time to absorb what had happened, she was back with an armful of garments, this time all in very shiny pink and white. Charlotte laid them over the chair. "Here you are dear, the pink pvc outfit as requested." Requested? Pink pvc? Of course, pink pvc and black satin, that's what the phone call earlier had been about. "It's the same size and style as the satin one so should fit you perfectly." She started by holding out the panties; they looked identical to the previous frilly pair, except these were of milky white plastic, almost see-through, decorated with white ruffled pvc. They were cold on the skin when Charlotte first arranged them around my waist, but they soon warmed to my skin. Next the pettis, again in layers of white pvc; Charlotte fastened the waistband around my waist. Then the dress, in very shiny pink pvc with white pvc edges. I raised my arms without being told, and Charlotte settled the dress over my head, fitting the puffed sleeves at my shoulders. She gently pulled the skirt down over the pettis, then zipped the dress up the back. She was right; it fitted like the proverbial glove, stretched from my waist to my 'breasts' like a second skin. The wide wavy skirt shone in the overhead light. I was so overcome by its beauty I couldn't help but stroke my waist and sides to feel the deliciously smooth pvc against my skin. Charlotte giggled. "Amazing how many men have that reaction the first time they get into a pvc dress, must be a 'man' thing." She picked up the matching apron, in white pvc, but with little pink appliqu?d bows all over the heart shaped pocket. Charlotte arranged it over my skirt, then tied the ribbons in a big bow so that the ribbons just reached the hem of my skirt at the back. Finally, I stooped, and she fitted the 'cap' this time in pink and white pvc layers, on my head. The long white pvc ribbons reached down to my waist at the back, and I could feel them on my bare back as I stood. After a few more moments of Charlotte's preening, I was again led back into reception. Jenn was still seated by the desk, but two other customers had now come in, a couple of similar age to ourselves. They both turned as I entered, and both expressed surprise, shock, I'm not sure what at my appearance. The man blushed, and the woman turned and whispered to him, seemingly angrily. Jenn jumped from her seat, and rushed to my side with a huge grin. "Darling, I thought you looked ravishing in the black, but this is just the loveliest. Do say you adore it, please." I must have been blushing the same colour as the dress, as to be dressed like this was embarrassing enough but in front of two complete strangers was near the end. "Yes, Jenn darling, it is very nice, and feels very comfortable" I said in as quiet a voice I could without whispering, hoping that they would not realise that I was male. Fat chance. Charlotte, all smiles, dropped me in it. "It's a perfect fit for him, Jenn, and the pvc has more stretch than the satin, so it clings to his body just fine. Petal obviously loves it, so I trust you are both satisfied with it?" she declared in a voice that to me sounded as if it could be heard on the other side of the Thames. Certainly the other couple heard it, and I'm sure understood its implications. Jenn made me pirouette on my heels to see the way the skirt flared and the cap ribbons swung gaily behind me. I was just hoping that I could retreat to the changing cubicle, when we were joined by the other woman. "Excuse me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but is Petal here your man?" she asked of Jenn. "Oh yes, this is my husband, why?" replied Jenn, in a friendly way. "Well, that's my boyfriend over there, and he has asked me if he I'd mind if he could dress in a maid's uniform occasionally at home. It seems a bit weird to me, but I love him deeply, so I have come along here to see if I mind indulging him in this way. You see, I've never seen him dressed as a woman, and I'm scared that it may damage our relationship. I'm sorry to be so personal, but coming here today has been very difficult for me." As she said this, her face took on a worried look, and she appeared close to tears. "I'm afraid that we may not be of much help dear, but I will be glad to give you whatever support I can. Petal here has no wish, or at least I don't think so" she chuckled "to dress in female clothing, let alone this outlandish uniform. He is doing it because we are conducting a sort of experiment, in which he obeys my commands. But having put on this ridiculous costume, he seems to be enjoying it, don't you dear?" She seemed determined to maximise my humiliation. "Yes, Jenn, it is very pretty." "Look" said Jenn "I assume your boyfriend loves you, and that he has no wish to become a woman, just get a thrill from the clothing. I see nothing wrong in that, especially if you can control it yourself. You never know, he may want you to order him to do it, even." "By the way, my name's Jenn, my husband is Petal or Pet for now, and you are?" The woman smiled "I'm Sara, and my boyfriend is Gary." She beckoned Gary over and made the introductions. He gave me a most embarrassed look. "Gary wanted a dress in royal blue satin, but now he has seen your, Pet, he isn't so sure" said Sara. "What do you think, Jenn?" "Oh leave it to Gary, he can discuss it with Pet" said Jenn, "If you'll excuse me a minute, I want to have a quick word with Charlotte." She left us, each probably as embarrassed as the others. "So, you into crossdressing and maid's uniforms as well, eh petal?" asked Gary. "No, in fact yesterday was the first time I ever put on a skirt, and this is my wife's present to me" I replied. "I am also getting another just the same, but in black satin." "Wow, she's making you dress like this? You lucky thing, I've only just managed to persuade Sara to let me try one on. So you don't like dressing like this?" "That's a difficult question really. The dressing up is part of a bigger thing in our relationship, and I'm not sure if it will last, or how long. It has been a bizarre twenty-four hours for me, and to be honest, I am still not clear in my head what is pleasant or what is unpleasant. Much has been very embarrassing, but I suspect that my embarrassment barrier is rising rapidly after this morning." Gary repeated 'wow' many times, as he extracted from me the various happenings of the morning, while Sara listened in silence. I noticed that Gary's fingers were surreptitiously feeling the hem of my pvc skirt as we spoke. After a couple of minutes, Jenn came back, and apologised to the others. "Look, I'm sorry but we have a busy time ahead of us today, but perhaps we can exchange email addresses or mobile numbers so we can keep in touch?" Sara was most enthusiastic at the idea, so Jenn told me to go and change in the cubicle, just to take off the cap, apron, pettis and panties, but to leave the dress on. I gave her a pleading look at the idea of wearing such a garment outside the shop, but she ignored it. Back in the cubicle, Charlotte joined me, and while helping me out of the garments, explained and showed me how best to put them on in the future. She even held my pink panties open for me to step into. She led me out into the reception area again, where Jenn and the other two were writing things in diaries, and chatting away like old friends. Charlotte, meanwhile, was folding up my tan blouse and slacks, as well as all the other garments we were buying at the shop. I joined the three of them, feeling strangely even more embarrassed without the accessories to the costume. She rang up the bill, and I went over to pay. Jenn insisted on paying for the pink outfit, saying that it was her present to me, as a big thank you. While Charlotte brought our coats, Jenn chatted to Sara, wishing her luck, and promising to keep in touch. I was greatly relieved to get into the comparative anonymity of my blue raincoat, and managed to fasten the buttons and tie the chinstraps myself, I was so eager to cover up the pink dress. I noticed Gary's interest rise at the sight of our two raincoats; here was another who was turned on by shiny pvc. Finally, with handshakes all round, and wishes of good luck to Gary and Sara, we left the shop. I wasn't sure at that point who would need more luck of the two of them.