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Finally, back at my car after a long day with Miss Penny, I thanked her
for a truly wonderful day as I packed away a few items in the carry on
I'd brought with me. It only had one item in it when I brought it on the
trip out, one pair of high heels. I had planned on the fact that I could
pack away anything we purchased for the trip back. I was actually
becoming a little concerned I wouldn't have much time to get some clothes
to change into for the trip back. I'd flown in that morning and was
taking the red eye back home so I didn't have a hotel room I would be
going back to before going to the airport. My 11:30pm flight meant I
needed to get to the airport by 9:30. I had planned on a quick shopping
trip to get back into boy mode. I wasn't expecting our session to go as
long as it had; I'd just have to rush things a little while I shopped, no
dawdling.
If I could find a Target store, that would be ideal since they stay open
until 10:00pm or later. At least they did back home. At Target, I could
get makeup wipes and buy clothes at the same time. They also have a Trans
friendly bathroom policy. I just needed somewhere to remove all of my
makeup, pull out the bobby pins in my hair and wet my hair down before or
after I changed clothes. I could do that at a Burger King if I had to,
the problem was I needed to buy some clothes now too, that was an
additional and unexpected problem. My nails I would just have to keep
until tomorrow. Earlier at the salon Miss Penny had insisted on gel
nails. I love the added length and they are very durable but they also
require significant effort to remove them. Given the time I had there
would be no choice but to keep them until I was back at home. It wasn't
ideal but I'd worm them through airport security before.
I pulled the key from my new purse and turned to give Miss Penny a hug
goodbye. As I turned my skirt flared out just as a gust of wind came up
and I had to quickly smooth my skirt down to hide my stocking tops,
garter tabs and panty covered bottom form anyone who happened to be
looking. It was a windy day in San Francisco and it wasn't the first time
my skirt had caught a breeze. I giggled at my predicament as I reached
out hug Miss Penny. Instead of returning my hug she plucked the keys from
my hand and climbed into the driver's side of my rental car. I just stood
there for a moment not understanding what was happening. "Are you just
going to stand there or are you getting in?" she asked after rolling down
the window.
"I...do you need a ride somewhere?" I asked.
"No, I'm taking you to the airport."
"But...You don't need to do that. I mean, how will you get back? I have
to drop off the car at the rental return."
"I'll take the BART back," she said very matter of factly. Which stood
for Bay Area Rapid Transit, there was a train stop at the airport she
could take back into the city.
"I was going to...I, uh...I need to..."
"To go buy some boy clothes and undo all of my hard work before you get
on the plane? I don't think so. Now get in the car before I drive away."
The click of my heels on the pavement was loud in my ears as I made my
way to the passenger side of the car and sat down, swing my legs in
together, very ladylike, before closing the door. I felt numb.
"Surprise!" she said, "I bet you didn't see that one coming did you? I
know that you're quite the little planner and I was pretty sure that
going home dressed as a girl wasn't part of your plan. I said you'd get a
full transformation and spend the day as a girl. Well, it hasn't been a
full day yet, has it?"
She pulled away from the curb with me in shock beside her.
"Of course, once you're past security at the airport there isn't much I
can do. If you really wanted to you could buy some clothes at the airport
and change into them. But by then the hard part would mostly be over, so
what's the point. You'll already have dropped off the rental
car...dressed as a pretty girl. You'll already check in and drop off your
luggage...dressed as a pretty girl. I know it's a carry on, but this way
you'll get to wait in line with everyone a baggage claim...dressed as a
pretty girl. You know what? We could pack everything but your license in
your luggage before it's checked and then you wouldn't be able to buy
anything at the airport or even until you got your luggage back after the
flight. Oh dear! What if your luggage gets lost? You'd be stuck without
any money. Nothing but your male license and the pretty clothes you're
wearing right now."
She looked my way to see my reaction but I was still too stunned. After a
pregnant pause she continued, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm going to let
you keep your phone, money, credit cards and ID, all to keep in your cute
little purse. So, I'm going to wait with you in line at the security
checkpoint...dressed as a pretty girl. I want to make sure you get
through without any problems; see how nice I am. From there you'll be on
your own in the secured part of the airport...dressed as a pretty girl.
Hmmm, I wonder how late the stores are open on the concourse, it might be
hard to find some boy clothes. I guess the only thing left to do would be
to get on the plane...dressed as a pretty girl.
She glanced my way again. "Aren't I just the best Mistress ever?"
...
After a short drive we stopped at a coffee shop for a drink and some time
for Miss Penny to talk me down. She explained that this was something she
wanted me to do for her and I was supposed to be a submissive sissy who
did as she was told. She had come up with the idea as we exchanged emails
planning out our session. When I had mentioned I would be flying in and
out on the same day, she had planted the idea that I shouldn't change out
of my girl clothes until after our session was over and we'd said our
goodbyes. This was ostensibly to keep up the illusion of permanence after
having been transformed by her. In truth, this was just keeping to that
agreement, except the session was just being extended a little bit until
I was through security at the airport. She also pointed out that the
implied term was "a day" and not "half a day" so I really shouldn't be
allowed to go back to boy clothes until 10am, West coast time.
It wasn't lost on me that our coffee shop visit also managed to use up
any extra time I had built into my schedule to get back into boy mode. I
suppose I had become accustomed to being seen in public dressed as I was.
The whole point of our session was to start out the day as a male and
slowly be transformed by Miss Penny into a fully feminized sissy of her
making. Our day started out getting a mani pedi that included long red
gel nail extensions. Our next stop was at the Art of Shaving for a Royal
Shave which left my face soft as a baby's bottom. A few of the customers
likely saw my long red nails but they were hidden under the barbers' cape
during my shave, for the most part. Miss Penny decided lingerie should be
next because she didn't want me messing up my makeup trying on clothes or
for that matter messing up the clothes with my makeup rubbing off on
them. So after a trip to Victoria's Secret where I wore out a push up
bra, matching thong panties, a garter belt and stockings, we set off to
find a dress. I probably felt silliest at this point wearing the lingerie
under my male shorts and t-shirt. I'm sure I looked ridiculous.
Of course it took several stores, traipsing around in lingerie and male
outerwear before she finally settled on a cute sweater and skirt combo.
She chose this instead of a dress saying the dresses were too formal and
this could be worn to the office, out shopping, to an art gallery or even
out at night if it wasn't too formal an event. The skirt was light blue
with shite applique flowers on it, it was styled in a skater dress style
with a hem much shorter than I would normally wear. The material was
whisper thin comprised of several layers of fabric to help flare the
skirt out. It was light and airy, perfect for summer and very feminine.
The sweater was a button up cardigan style again in light blue. The
buttons were faux pearl and close set a total of seven buttons kept the
form fitting cashmere closed but not so tight that it gapped at the
front. It was modest enough to cover my bra but tight enough to
accentuate the breasts. The sleeves were three quarter length and were
pushed up slightly to below my elbows. There was also an extra bit of
fabric on the right breast in the shape of a flower for a pretty accent.
The outfit was intended for a younger look than I would normally wear but
Miss Penny loved it did make me feel more sissy like. We had brought the
heels with use since I wore a larger shoe that would likely be impossible
to find in a retail store so now fully dressed as a female I wore the
outfit out of the store with my boy clothes and shoes in the shopping
bag. A few accessories like jewelry and a purse and we were done shopping
for the day, although I still had the head of a male sticking out the top
of my pretty outfit.
On our way to the salon Miss Penny ostentatiously had given my shopping
bag to a homeless shelter. It was her way of driving home the point that
I was a girl for good now as our session continued. We finished up our
transformative part of the day at the beauty parlor where I received a
full makeover including a complex hairstyle requiring many bobby pins to
keep it in place.
Prior to my trip out to see Miss Penny I had undergone a few
pretreatments as well. I'd had my hair colored, nothing crazy, just
something to take the grays out in my shoulder length hair. It was done
in a color that was a shade lighter than my natural color so it looked
more like highlights than a full color. As an online sissy to Miss Penny
I was accustomed to having a full body wax done a few times a year, I did
this again a few days before flying out for our session. I also tried
something new she had asked of me; getting my lashes and brows, tinted
and shaped.
So now fully feminized our day together ended, or at least I thought it
would end. Miss Penny invited me to dinner at a fairly busy bistro in
town where she could show me off and we could enjoy a lovely meal as two
girls out on the town. How could I refuse? Miss Penny was full of
surprises and sat next to me in our booth rather than across from me.
Just after our drinks arrived, she pulled a battery operated Magic Wand
from her bag under the table. She surreptitiously, slipped it under my
skirt and turned it on while we enjoyed our pre meal cocktails. Luckily
the restaurant was loud enough that the buzzing couldn't be heard; at
least I think it couldn't. The most difficult part was ordering my meal
while the tip of my clitty was being relentlessly teased as the wand
buzzed away in my lap. Miss Penny made me squirm as asking our waiter
about the specials and how various items were cooked while stroking my
stocking covered knee and inner thigh under the table. Eventually, I came
in my panties right there in the crowded restaurant. Luckily the waiter
was gone by then and Miss Penny had me go to the ladies room to replace
my cum soaked panties with an extra pair she had bought for me in case of
just this type of emergency.
...
In my mind it had been a near perfect day right up to the point she told
me I would be flying home dressed as I was. I was starting to come around
and accept what was happening, it just wasn't part of the plan. Miss
Penny had been correct there, I did like to plan things out. I suppose
part of my trepidation came from the fact that in San Francisco I felt
somewhat anonymous, this wasn't my home town and I did have Miss Penny
with me everywhere we went. At the airport I would be alone. Not
literally, there would be hundreds, heck there would be more than a
hundred on the flight there would be thousands of people at the airport.
I just wouldn't have someone I knew near at hand. Then again, maybe I
would, random luck could have me run into someone I knew on the flight or
in my hometown airport.
I heard the announcement for pre-boarding for my flight over the
intercom. I had found a relatively quiet part of the airport at a gate
near my flight to relax a bit and charge my phone. This late, only a few
of the gates were in use. Everything since she had surprised me by taking
my car keys was still a little bit of a blur in my mind, it seemed
agonizingly slow as it happened but now, recalling it, it seemed to have
been at breakneck speed and I couldn't slow it down. There had been the
coffee shop, driving to the airport and dropping off my rental car,
taking the rental car bus back to the terminal, checking in my luggage
and going through security, all escorted by Miss Penny with me dressed as
her feminized sissy.
Security had probably been the strangest part. Handing them my male ID,
telling them my male name, dressed as I was. Luckily I had signed up for
TSA pre-check so the line wasn't as long as the standard security line,
although I still had to walk past everyone in line. I also was able to
avoid the full body scan equipment where security would see the outline
of my bra, panties, garter belt and stockings with my clitty tucked away.
I'd heard stories of agents keeping the images. I was allowed to keep my
heels on as I passed through the metal detector. Miss Penny had reminded
me to remove my jewelry before I passed through the machine but it still
beeped at me as I walked through.
Apparently both the underwire in my bra and the clips of my garter tabs
had metal in them as it was discovered as they wanded me a little off to
the side to let other travelers through. That led to a pat down of my
chest and upper thighs which was both scary and embarrassing. Scary
because I was being checked above and beyond what would normally happen
to me and embarrassing because the male agent now knew I was not just
dressed like a girl but a slutty one wearing a garter belt and stockings.
They did ask if I wanted to go behind a privacy screen but Miss Penny
seemed to be enjoying the show and I wanted to be out in the open, who
knew what they might do out of the public eye. So I said they could just
get it over with so I could move along.
Finally, through security and having a chance to sit down and gather
myself I could feel the realness of my situation. When I dressed as a
female it never really felt correct to me. I wasn't a woman trapped in a
mans body. I enjoyed the delicate fabrics and strange sensations of
wearing womens clothing but it didn't make me feel right or complete.
What I did enjoy was my time with Miss Penny, under her control. But now,
on my own, and no longer under her watchful eye...there were a few
options available to me, even at this late hour. Once through security
there were convenience stores and 'family' restrooms. There were
sweatshirts to buy and soap and water to remove most of the makeup I was
wearing.
I put away my phone and charger while patiently waiting for the
announcement for Sky Priority boarding. Once it came, I stood up and
checked around to make sure I hadn't left anything behind and made my way
to the gate. The click, click, click of my heels on the hard concourse
floor seemed louder due to the fewer number of people in the airport at
this time of day. I was aware of the way my stocking covered legs swished
against the gauzy lining of my skirt. The pull of my bra straps under the
tight blue cardigan sweater.
I'd had plenty of time in the last hour since passing through security
wearing my cute little skirt and sweater combo. There was no reason I
needed to continue wearing the garter belt and stockings as part of my
ensemble. But here I was, sticking out like a sore thumb. I must have
been 6' 6" in my heels. Everyone else was dressed comfortably for the
flight and I was dressed like an over sexed co-ed trolling the frat
parties. Why, was the part I couldn't figure out. Was I looking for
attention and wanted people to notice? I don't think so. People looked
but I didn't really want the attention.
I took my phone out of my purse to get my electronic boarding pass ready
as the sea of humanity shuffled their way to the boarding gate door. My
long red nails made it harder than normal to type on my smart phone. No
one screamed or pointed but I felt like I was given a little more
personal space than most other people. Maybe it was humiliation that I
craved, but I didn't think that was correct either. I'd done embarrassing
things before, most of today was embarrassing on some level, all for the
benefit of Miss Penny but I was acclimated to that by now. I didn't
really feel humiliated, just noticeably different from everyone else.
As I found my seat and waited for the other passengers to load, I decided
to take one last picture of myself and send it to Miss Penny to let her
know that I had followed through as she wanted. I sent her a picture of
me in full makeup, still wearing my blue cardigan sitting in my seat on
the plane. I sent that along with another picture of my skirt and heels
to show her I was fully dressed. I hoped that she might respond back and
tell me I was a good girl. Then it hit me. I wasn't doing it for the
humiliation, or for myself or to be noticed by others. I was doing it for
Miss Penny. I was dressed as a girl because she asked me to do it and I
didn't want to disappoint her.
In a busy airport, alone, dressed in my feminine attire, not caring what
other people thought. Well, I did care, but the possibility of
disappointing Miss Penny overcame my feelings of what I thought about how
I looked or what other people thought about me. Her control over me
extended beyond a face to face interaction. I wasn't just a sissy because
I liked to wear pretty girl clothes, I could do that any time I wanted. I
never really wanted to fly across the country dressed as a girl in front
of two hundred strangers or anyone else who happened to see me at the
airport. I was doing what she wanted; dressing up, wearing makeup, all in
public all for her. I wasn't just a sissy; I was her sissy.
I flipped through Facebook and some news feeds on my phone, glowing in
the understanding I had come to realize. A pair of cute young college
girls asked me to get up so they could take the inside seats next to me.
I stood up in the small space to let them past, as I sat back down and
smoothed my skirt under, I felt the garters under my hands. Given the
small quarters and backing in to my seat I must have inadvertently given
the girls a sexy show of my back side, stockings and garters, maybe even
a glimpse of my panties. I caught a knowing smile on the faces of the
girls and heard a small snicker as I sat back down. My phone made quiet
ding, ding sound as I received a text back from Miss Penny.
"Good girl!"
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