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My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter Four
My fianc? Amy and my younger sister Sherri took one hand each and pulled
me into Shimmer. Everywhere was rack upon rack of what could loosely be
called clothing, club wear in a variety of styles and most of the
dresses made me blush just to imagine women wearing them to say nothing
of the fact that I was about to be dressed in one.
The sales attendant was standing beside the counter flipping through a
catalogue when he walked in, and he definitely fit right in with this
store; he was wearing a pair of black PVC pants so tight you could see
his bulge, I didn't look closely enough to see if he was cut or not but
I'm sure you could have seen based on how they fit. His chest was only
technically covered by a shirt of sheer mesh which darkened his already
tanned skin but easily revealed his six pack abs and nipple rings. When
he looked up I saw he was wearing more black eyeliner than Amy and
Sherri combined and his hair was short, black and spiked with frosted
white tips. A twinkle in his eye said he liked something he saw, I only
hope it was Sherri, not my Amy. "Hello there, welcome to Shimmer, what
can I help you beautiful people with today?"
Amy stepped forward, releasing my hand to do so, as she did Sherri's
grip on my other hand tightened as though she was afraid I would bolt.
"We're going clubbing on Sunday so my friends here need some dresses."
"Only them? You're not going?" he replied, I'm not sure if he realized
that she had said dresses for me as well but I knew the girls would clue
him into that before long.
"I am but I didn't think you'd have anything in my size."
"Say whaaaat? You're what..." he eyed her up and down while I gauged his
analysis, it seemed entirely professional which was a relief to me. "A
size 10?" he ventured after a moment.
"12" Amy corrected but the look on his face said he had already known
that and undershot to flatter her and put her more at ease.
"I have got some great stuff for you, I know what I want to put you in
but let's see what you like first." He turned to me and Sherri in turn,
"And I'm going to guess an 8 for both of you,"
"My name is Shannon by the way," I had never met a guy named Shannon
before but somehow I think this is what I might have envisioned. After
we introduced ourselves he was leading us through the racks showing off
different things "Are you two twins?" he asked again turning his
analytical eye and Me and Sherri.
I shook my head. "Just siblings."
"That's a shame I love dressing twins. Now Amy said dresses, was that a
slip?"
"No," sherri jumped in now, "we're turning Charles into Tiffany for the
weekend, so we'll need a dress for 'her' too."
"Love it, Tiffany is going to be fuckalicious I can already tell." By
this time we had completed a once around of the main level. "So did you
have anything in particular in mind?"
Sherri shrugged. "Not really, never been to a big city club before."
"Okay well, I've got a couple things in mind for each of you but why
don't you all look around while I gather them up."
We just sort of wandered the racks, the girls grabbing dresses for each
other and occasionally stopping to hold something against me. I saw a
couple other shoppers looking at us; at least one of the pairs of
shoppers I knew I had also seen at la Petite Maison d'amour, they were
even carrying bags from that store, just like I was. Amy and Sherri had
decided since it was my lingerie I should carry the bag, which was
bright red with the store name in flowery script.
While we looked there were a few things that we picked for Amy that
weren't in stock in her size, most of the ones I picked for her to wear
sadly. I was almost as thrilled as she was at the selection of sexy
outfits that would show off her gorgeous full figure. As we gathered
things it seemed I was getting two outfits added to the dressing room
that Shannon had started for me for every one that was added to either
of the girl's piles, and that wasn't including what Shannon already had
waiting for me. There were only two dressing rooms so it was decided
Amy and I would go first, not only that but we were going to only open
the door one at a time so neither Amy or I would see the other's outfit
before we actually went out.
Last thing before I stepped into that torture chamber know as the
dressing room my sister handed me the package containing my breast forms
we had bought at la Petite Maison, Amy had vetoed me wearing them under
my street clothes. "No breast forms until he is in a dress," she had
said; now that I was being put into a dress there was no reprieve for
me. Tucking the breast forms into my bra and getting them adjusted
properly gave me time for the weight of my situation to set in. sure I
had been wearing lingerie all day, but this was a dress, the last time I
had worn a dress was 8 years before when my sister had gotten me all
gussied up in her prom dress. While I nervously fumbled with the first
dress, a shimmery gold cut low in the neck and very high on the leg Amy
knocked on her door indicating she was ready.
"Oh wow," Shannon said, "that looks great on you, that colour is just
fantastic."
"You look so sexy," sherri cooed, I'm not sure how to quantify the
emotions I was feeling at that moment; intrigue at seeing my beautiful
fianc? dressed in some sexy revealing club wear, exaltation at hearing
someone else tell Amy how beautiful and desirable she was,
possessiveness about the same thing, nervousness that I was going to be
next revealed in this slutty little scrap of cloth. I sighed, time to
stop procrastinating, I slipped the dress over my head and tugged it
into place, the fabric flowed like liquid and clung to me. Looking in
the mirror I tugged at it, terrified that some wrong step would show off
my panties through that high leg slit, but the dress wasn't designed to
ride any lower on the leg.
I heard Amy go back into her dressing room and then I heard a knock on
mine. "You ready Princess?" sherri called in. I unlocked the door and
knocked back. I took a deep breath, it was like standing on the edge of
a pool; nothing to do but step over the edge and let gravity take over.
As I opened the door Shannon did a little trumpet fanfare and I was
greeted by applauds. Too many applauds! There wasn't just Shannon the
salesman and my sister Sherri waiting outside my dressing room but the
two girls from la Petite Maison as well!
I panicked and tried to shut the door but Shannon's hand flashed out and
caught it. "Whoa there, we barely got to see your dress."
Three female voices joined in the pleading for me to not try and hide.
"We're just waiting for the dressing room," said one of the unknown
female voices, "but we saw you at Maison, we really want to see how
pretty you look."
I felt like I could cry, only once before had anyone other than my
sister seen me dressed up like Tiffany and that had been the time she
made me waitress her pool party dressed as a playboy bunny when we were
16. But unless I could earn 20 more of her stupid Princess points by
Sunday night I was going to be seen by a whole club full of people, best
get used to it.
I let the door swing open again and all four of them were on me
immediately commenting on how the dress highlighted my figure, and one
of the girls whose name I can't remember, even if I ever learned it,
commented on the quality of my breast forms. After a time that dragged
out but I'm sure wasn't as long as it had felt I heard Amy knock that
she was ready so I was rushed back into my dressing room to change while
they looked at the next outfit she had on.
No longer trying to ambush me our new friends offered their compliments
to Amy too, "Oh wow that skirt really shows off your butt."
"Ugh, I hate my ass," Amy bemoaned. "It is so fat and blech."
"Are you kidding me? Guys love the booty; look at me, nothing, I wish I
had your butt; serious."
"I'm not sure about this colour on you though, did we grab you that
style in the blue? Yeah try that."
Amy went back into her change room but I certainly wasn't ready to come
out, I was still figuring out how to put on the next dress which had no
sides at all but buckles every foot or so.
"So when did you say you were going out?" Shannon asked.
"Sunday,"
"Oh no, that won't do at all; who goes to the club on a Sunday? Once we
get you all in your new outfits you are going to all look so good you
will want to be seen. You three lovelies bring yourselves down to Envy
tomorrow night and I will make sure to get you on the advance list, you
won't have to wait in line or pay cover."
I'd heard of Envy of course, it was the hottest nightspot in the city
and was making a name for it's wild, sexy, anything goes atmosphere; not
the kind of place I wanted to be dressed as Tiffany on a Saturday night.
I was rushing to get the last buckles done up before Sherri could agree
to anything but just as I turned to knock I heard her say, "Well that
sounds like a hot night, it sounds like we'll see you there."
I felt my stomach flutter, I had just lost an entire days time in my
goal to get 20 more Princess Points if I wanted to stay in with my
fianc? instead of being paraded around in front of an entire nightclub
full of people. Just tonight and tomorrow. I mulled on that as I tried
on dress after dress, skirt after skirt, tiny little scraps of cloth
showing off the legal maximum of flesh, skirting on the edge of being
indecent. I heard the reaction from everyone else as they decided that
the last dress Amy tried on, Shannon's dress of choice for her, was the
one everyone liked best. Once more I came out this time to a slightly
more subdued reaction, I had to wonder what looked so good on Amy that
it could distract my sister from her enthusiasm for humiliating me in
dresses? It was also decided the cut of the particular dress I was
wearing wasn't the best for me. So back for more, I heard Amy come out
of the dressing room but none of the other girls wanted to go in and
miss seeing me in even one of the dresses I had been given.
I wondered if that meant Amy was now going to be seeing me in these
outfits but my sister had plans for even that. "Amy I need you to go
find something for our little Tiffany." She whispered the rest so I
couldn't hear but Amy reacted with a squeal and a giggle and after
consulting with Shannon took off in search of whatever she was looking
for. After a few more dresses I was down to the last outfit, again
Shannon's personal choice. It was black PVC with a high collar
neckline, but made up for it with an extremely short miniskirt and being
backless aside from a single strap around where a brastrap would sit.
It was decorated with piping of bubblegum pink PVC lines at the waist
looking a bit like a waist corset and as well as 3 rows of ruffles made
of the same on the skirt. There was even matching sleeves with the
black PVC edges in pink PVC ruffle that went from my elbow to my wrist.
There was no hearing any argument from anyone this was going to be my
dress.
"Although," Shannon pointed out, "it is so low cut in the back we can
see the waistband of his panties, I have just the thing for that
though." Shannon didn't have to go far to bring his solution though,
"Matching bra and G-string panties."
"Won't those still show a bit?" one of our spectators asked.
Shannon shrugged. "Probably but at least it'll match."
As I walked back into the change room I was just glad that this stage of
my humiliation was over, I had a dress, even if it was a dress most real
women would find embarrassing to wear.
Sherri shopped like a man; she tried on one outfit, declared that the
winner and was back in the dressing room before I was even back in my
male clothes. Since the show was over the other dressing room was
already being occupied.
Amy was back as well. "So Sherri let me give you a chance to earn some
Princess Points now, isn't that great?"
I wasn't sure what to say, getting closer to not having to go clubbing
in that slutwear deluxe was a good thing, but I was nervous about what
they would make me do here. The girls led me over to a section of the
store stacked with racks of high heels in a dizzying array of styles.
After Shannon measured my feet and declared me to be a size 9 he
directed me to the appropriate section of the racks.
Sherri smirked. "Amy really is generous to you Tiffany, she's convinced
me to let you earn some Princess Points just for picking some heels that
you would have needed with your outfit anyway. Here is the rule You
will earn 1 Princess Point for every inch of heel height, so each inch
between what you choose and the highest pair of heels in your size is
Demerit of sorts."
I spent the next twenty minutes trying on nearly as many pairs of heels
as I had dresses, gradually increasing in their height, it had been
years since I had worn heels but I had enough practice that it all came
back to me embarrassing easily, it was unlikely anyone one would believe
that I had never worn high heels before. The last two pairs he brought
me were both dauntingly beyond anything I had ever even imagined
wearing. The first was a pair of black patent leather stilettos with a
five inch heel. They had two straps which Shannon expertly wove behind
my foot and around my ankle to buckle together, "There you go pretty
boy, give these a try."
They were a little unsteady, but I was disappointed to find I would be
able to manage them, especially since I had no doubt the girls would
give me plenty of practice in whatever heels I bought. I walked around
a bit confirmed they didn't pinch or rub in anywhere particularly
uncomfortable.
The last pair was even worse, they were made entirely of clear plastic,
platform heels that boasted an outrageous height. "You asked for the
highest heels in his size, these are 7 inches" I would die in those
heels, I could just see it, I would trip and fall and break my neck
trying to negotiate those ridiculous things. Was it worth the two extra
Princess Points? I didn't even need to try them on to know the answer
to that.
"I think these ones will be fine," I said gesturing to the ones now
sitting on the floor beside me. "These ones are black, so I thought
they would go better with the dress You picked for me." I hoped adding
that other reason would detract attention from the fact that I was
picking the lower of the two pairs. Still five more Princess Points, I
was 2/5 of the way to my goal before we even left the mall.
"That they will," Shannon replied, "and I have something else by the
till that will as well, so ladies do you think there's anything else
you'll need?" Once the girls assured him we were all set we went to the
till. All our dresses were already wrapped in gold shiny tissue paper
and bagged by the time we got to the till as well there was one more bag
containing the secret thing that Sherri had sent Amy to find, whatever
it was it was more substantial than any of our outfits, even including
the shoebox in mine. The last thing Shannon added to my bag along with
my heels was a pair of fishnet stockings.
I tried not to look faint as the bill came in at over $800, I just
signed the credit card slip and hoped after this weekend got the urge to
see me as Tiffany out of Amy's system that she would put her foot down
and support me if my sister tried to strong-arm me into a dress again.
I couldn't afford to play Tiffany for much longer financially any more
than I could psychologically.
Again I was handed my new bag to go with my bag from La Petite Maison
d'amour although Sherri took her own bag and Amy took hers as well as
the secret bag. "Just so you won't be tempted to peek at your pretty
surprise."
I sighed frightened at how much fun Amy was having with all this Tiffany
stuff. "So where to now?" I moaned.
"Well as great as you are going to look in your new dress it isn't
really suitable for most respectable restaurants so we'll need to find
you something to wear to dinner tonight," sherri replied with a grin.
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