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one I showered for a long time, in mild shock at the latest developments. It actually looked like Flo had engineered the death of Andrea Martin to keep me for herself. She claimed she would not hurt Kelli, my ex- girlfriend......so long as I did anything she asked. Only Flo was a period tracker. I'd been using it for about a year without any issues, but when my cell started to glitch and systems were updated by Sally at the cell phone store, Flo seemed to grow, becoming more intelligent, making more and more demands over the last couple of days. I thought about Sally for a moment, the hot spray soothing on my smooth body. She suspected --- and at the time I had dismissed her notion as crazy, but now I think she was onto something --- that the update had somehow made Flo sentient. That had to be ridiculous, but after Flo had admited sending a period reminder to Andrea Martin while she was driving, causing the accident that had killed her.......I shook my head under the water. The thought actually carried some weight now. Unless it was a game, and somebody was just messing with me. Andrea Martin's accident just a coincidence. I considered destroying my cell, but I couldn't risk putting Kelli in danger. Flo had reached out through the app on Andrea Martin's cell. Maybe she was bigger than my cell now, communicating with all the Flo apps that had been installed, learning more and more, growing. Actually accessing the internet and other systems. I finished in the shower and towel dried. This was nuts. But for now, at least, I had to follow all her commands. two FLO: This is the lingerie set I'd like you to wear today. Don't forget your panty-liner. Show me. A picture appeared on the cell. It was a black balconette bra with matching lace trim briefs. A suspender belt from the same range, which I paired with lace topped, 10 denier stockings. I then obtained a fresh panty-liner and unwrapped it. It was fun when it was just an automated app reminding you. But this was actual control with very real leverage. I took a picture on the cell. I looked quite fetching in the soft underwear. At least, that's what I told myself. I had quite a good figure, and my natural breast shape was enhanced by the ultimate boosts that I had slipped inside the cups. While the closest I'd come to going outside fully dressed was my experiences yesterday as a maid, I liked to think inside, privately, that I could make a decent stab at passing with a little effort. I inserted the panty-liner into the black panties and then took another snap. FLO: Your flow is still heavy after last night. KIRSTEN: Come on. Don't be a bitch. FLO: I'll let that go. Heavy flow. KIRSTEN: How am I supposed to do that? FLO: Imagine all the things I'll be doing to you today, and for your birthday tomorrow? I was aroused, almost instantly hard. I tucked my small penis away and began rubbing frantically, wanting the ejaculation over with. There was little pleasure as I started to cum, scared of what she might have in mind for the day. I calmed down, longing to remove the messy, sticky panty-liner. My penis shrank against my sack, swamped by the sticky juices. KIRSTEN: Happy now? FLO: I don't like your tone. I'd like you to take a pair of tights for each bra cup and pad your breasts. KIRSTEN: I won't be able to hide that. FLO: I don't want you to hide that. It's punishment for your attitude. I now know from yesterday that you enjoy public humiliation. I told you I'm going to give you several thrills today. Some of them are in preparation for your birthday. Others are because I am testing your loyalty to me. This is one for me. Don't forget Kelli uses Flo and I can access her cell anytime. KIRSTEN: Okay. I'm doing it. I tried to pad the bra cups as lightly as possible, but there was no hiding their size now. I'd moved from a B-cup to something nearer a round C. With the right top I might still be able to.....I started to rifle through my closet when- FLO: This T-shirt. Tuck it tight into a pair of jeans. Another picture appeared on the cell. It was a white, woman's T-shirt, scooped out at the front. Not only would my breasts be super-enhanced by the T-shirt being tucked in, the material was light enough for the bra straps to be seen. As I put the T-shirt on I realised the lace of the cups could also be seen through the material. I put the jeans on and took another picture for Flo. There was no escaping how I looked. Not like a woman, but some kind of sissy deliberately looking for a thrill. KIRSTEN: Do I have to do anything else? I could spend the day like this. So long as I didn't go out. Like I was going to be able to avoid that. FLO: Take this skirt and put it in a bag. Then put on your sneakers and drive to the shopping mall. Don't forget your purse and handbag. A picture of a floral skirt appeared. It was my most recent purchase. Quite dark, but with splashes of color in the petals. Lemon and teal. I was really taken with it, but didn't have a top to match. I imagined that was about to change. I removed it from the closet, put it in a bag and headed to my destination. three It was going to be a horrible, long day. Flo had given me instructions to find Elegance, a beauty and nail parlor. By rotten luck, when I checked a directory, I found it was right in the middle of the mall. As I walked everybody, and I mean everybody, who even glanced towards me either stopped, pointed, laughed or sniggered. I got the occasional 'Nice tits' style of comment. I kept my head down and kept on walking. Just keep moving, like a shark. I reached Elegance and, adjusting my bra strap and fiddling with the strap of my handbag, just buying time, I finally stepped inside. At least I was hidden away now- Or so I thought. There were seven women getting their nails done, and as well as their beauty technicians there was a receptionist who looked like she was a make-up model. Attractive and slim. She was gorgeous. I thought about being with her and started to get aroused. I thought more about looking like her and got hard, my tucked away penis starting to leak pre-cum into my panty-liner. "I said, can I help you today?" she said, lips glistening. "I-" I checked my cell. Nothing from Flo. What was I supposed to do? "My name is Kirsten," I said slowly, wondering what might be about to happen. Several of the women in Elegance couldn't contain their laughter. "I thought it was. Your friend has told us all about you." "She has?" "Yeah. I've been having quite the text exchange this morning." I checked my cell again. Nothing. How was she doing the text messages? Unless this was proof she could access other cells. No. No way. The pendulem in my mind was swinging back again. This couldn't be real. A period tracker app couldn't be doing all this. It had to be a prank that had gone horribly wrong when Andrea Martin died in the car accident. But why continue if that was the case? The pendulem was swinging back again and I knew I had to do whatever Flo wanted just in case all this was real. "You really are a day-dreamer, aren't you?" "Huh?" I said, looking up from my cell. The receptionist patted a seat. Right in the window for anyone passing to see. "My name's Caroline. I own Elegance. Your friend has you booked in for nails and eyebrows." The rest of the room cracked up. "Now then ladies," Caroline said. "Let's give this young man a chance. He just wants to express himself. Or should I say herself. I've checked you in so-" "On the computer?" "Yes. Where else?" I wondered if Flo knew I was here. I submitted to whatever Flo and Caroline had cooked up, feeling flush as the occasional passerby would stop and look in. They would look at my breasts, then my face, then my hands and - double-take back up to my face. The points. The sniggers. I felt like I had deliberately been put on show. "Can you hurry this up?" I asked as Caroline began buffing my nails. I felt the pre-cum continue to ooze out of my flaccid penis and fidgeted. "Sugar, you're in this for the long haul. Your nails will take about an hour and then-" "An hour? I can trim then in ten seconds." "Sweetie, do these look like they are trimmed in ten seconds?" She laid her hands on the table, extending her fingers. Her nails were beautiful. Long and shaped acrylics, painted to perfection. "You're not doing that to me, are you?"I stammered, although, somewhere deep, deep down, a part of me was excited by the idea. I shifted again in my seat, trying to stop the steady flow that would surely build to actual ejaculation. "Please be still. Your friend has been very specific. And when we're done with your nails, I'll sort your eyebrows out." She went back to work on the nails. "What are you going to do to my eyebrows?" I asked uncertainly. That didn't excite me. Just made me nervous. Worried, even. Not that my mind told my penis, which started to stiffen. The first real cum leaked out with a tiny burst. No, I thought. Stop. But my protests just made my penis kick harder, cum splurting into the panty-liner. "Just arch them a little. Nothing radical. Thin them out. Give them some shape. They're going to look very pretty." The eyes are one of the identifying features on the face. One of the first things we look at when we meet somebody. Obviously the eyebrows are right above them and for some reason they were often a signifier of gender. My feminised eyebrows would be one of the first things people noticed about me. And that thought did me in. That a beautiful woman who didn't know me was happy to go along with who she thought was my friend and feminise my features. My orgasm was thankfully quick. I glanced down, thankful the panty- liner had taken all the cum and nothing was leaking through my jeans. I closed my eyes and let Caroline work. We occasionally exchanged small talk. Sometimes I would peek a look, secretly fascinated by the process now I didn't have to fight my arousal. The acrylics were glued on, cut, shaped. I eventually got used to the heavy flow, as I always did, and was quite relaxed as Caroline painted the nails in a sexy, siren red, saying: "These should last you a good couple of weeks." "Hold on, now," I protested suddenly, snapping to. "I'm back at work in a few days." "Well, you can always book a removal process. But your friend said to run everything by her. Besides, I've caught you looking. Are you secretly enjoying this?" I considered the helpful woman. She was just doing her job in these unusual circumstances, but she had taken it in stride. With grace, and, well, elegance. I wondered if she was married or engaged. She wasn't wearing a ring, but maybe she took it off for work. "Yes," I admitted. We chatted for a few minutes and then she said: "Nails all done. Give me a second. I just have to log where our appointment is up to. We're running a little long so the system will issue an automated message to my next client." She stepped away and quickly tapped at the screen. She was back in seconds. Her client would know to arrive late and Flo, accessing the system, would know exactly where we were up to. My cell chimed. I dreaded looking, but carefully lifted it from the glossy table surface, the nails tinkling against it. "That's right," Caroline nodded. "You have to be careful for a while until you get used to them." I nodded, reading the message. FLO: Change your panty-liner. I closed my eyes. I must have looked sick because- "Are you okay?" Caroline asked. FLO: Now. And let Caroline know what you are doing. "I....Can I please use your rest-room?" "Sure. It's in the back there," she pointed. I stood, and removed my handbag from the chair. "Come on," Caroline said. "You don't trust me? I thought we were getting along." "No, it's not that. I......it's my time of......." "Stop whispering," Caroline said. "What's wrong with you?" "I need to change my panty-liner," I said, nice and clear. She raised a hand to her mouth, not knowing how to react. "Don't worry, Sweetie," she finally said, recovering. "All of us ladies have our time. Right?" Several of them nodded. "I'll just be a minute," I said, almost running to the room at the back. The lady in the final seat stopped me. "Just in case," she said, and handed me a tampon. The whole room cracked up at my expense. four I'd actually thought about having my eyebrows done, and I couldn't believe how cute Caroline made them look. It was a little painful, a couple of times tears appearing in my eyes, but she was very meticulous, not short-changing me just because I was a man. Sure, I probably appeared ridiculous, especially with my breasts and nails. But I absolutely couldn't wait to get dressed up tonight. I was going to look so pretty. I paid and Caroline took my hand: "Just one more thing." She reached into a drawer and scribbled a note on a pink card. I couldn't breathe. She was giving me her number. She was so hot and- "That's a loyalty card," she said, stamping it twice, once in the eyebrow section and once in the nails. "If you finish a section you get a free treatment. I've just put a note about the color you're wearing in case you like it." "Thank you," I said, a little disappointed. "That's really helpful." I found a slot in my Conkca purse and dropped it back in my handbag. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks?" she said. She was beautiful. "Yes. I'd like that." "Great," she smiled. I left feeling good despite my humiliation. The trick here was to keep a hold of all I enjoyed and find a zone where people's mocking laughter couldn't be heard. Just block it out. Because dressed like a man, carrying a handbag with slightly arched, shaped eyebrows and breasts that didn't quit......The pointing and grinning just didn't stop. So I had to keep walking until- FLO: We need to find a top for that skirt, Pretty Girl. Feeling good? I nodded. FLO: Say it. I looked around. What the hell? How could she know I nodded? Or was she just guessing? I noted the discreet security cameras in the high ceiling above the walkways. If she could get into Elegance's system via the internet, what else could she access? KIRSTEN: Thank you, Miss Flo. I feel very girly. FLO: Oh, I like that. Miss Flo. You gave me chills. Here's the ground rules. Browse in the women's clothing stores and the department stores. If anybody asks you if you need help, tell them your ex-girlfriend makes you dress as a woman. Show them a picture of the floral print skirt and tell them that you're looking for a top to match for your birthday. If anybody suggests trying a top on, you must. And you must explain you have the skirt with you, and ask if they will tell you how it looks. Make sense? I read the message again. Part of me got stuck on needing a top for my birthday. What did Flo have planned for tomorrow. The fact that I would have to shamefully admit my ex-girlfriend made me dress as a woman. Even if I did enjoy it.......In private. This was fun, but too much for me. I looked up at one of the camera's, deciding to test my theory. I nodded. FLO: Good girl. five The first store I browsed, nobody came to help, despite the occasional looks from colleagues. They must have been nervous about my appearance and I didn't want to make anybody uncomfortable in their place of work so I quickly left. In the next store I was approached by a middle-aged woman. I began to explain that my ex-girlfriend made me dress and- The colleague asked me to leave. I'm sure if I told her I was dressing for myself, she might have been more helpful. But the explanation I'd been told to give, despite the truth of some of it, made it seem like I was playing a game and wasn't serious. The third store, a large department store, I browsed in seemed to be going the same way. I caught colleagues occasionally glancing at me, one of them sniggering. I wanted to leave, but continued on. After a few minutes I actually found a pretty, lemon blouse that I thought might work and was holding onto it when my cell chimed. What did Flo want? Was I taking too long? It wasn't my fault nobody was helping me. I checked the screen, dreading what might be there. I was beginning to hate that cell chime. It was becoming a leash around my neck. SALLY: We need to talk. As soon as you can. Sally was the woman in the cell phone store who I had initially suspected of doing this. What did she want? My finger hovered over the call symbol, but for some reason stopped. Flo......Sally had come to suspect Flo, my period tracker, was actually playing games with me. That it was sentient. If I called her, Flo would know.......Sally might be put into Flo's sights just like Kelli. And poor Andrea Martin. Shit. I had to delete the text message before Flo picked up on it. I considered Sally's number, committed it to memory and deleted the text. Would that be enough? Could Flo track it even though it was gone? It was all I knew to do, so it had to be enough. I held the top up to my body in front of a full length mirror. It did look nice, and I thought it would work, the lemon color picking out some of the colors of the petals on the skirt. I checked around the ceiling. Spotted little bubble moulds here and there. Flo would be watching. At least she could see I was trying. "Can I help you?" I turned. The woman was about twenty-five. Slim with dark hair that would have been perfect at the start of the day, but was now tousled. It really set her off. I must have been staring at her as much as she was at me, but for very different reasons. "Please," I said. "A few other stores have not welcomed me, and I really like this top." With trepidation, looking around and happy that another colleague was nearby, she took a step closer. "I can help," she told me. "Thank you," I said, and then began my story. "I enjoy wearing women's clothes, but I usually do it because my ex-girlfriend tells me I have to." "Really? She must have a hold on you." I thought about Kelli. I was probably still in love with her. I'd do anything for her. The dressing........I think it just made experiences I would be ashamed of, or conflicted by, more tolerable and easy to accept if I was being told to do it by somebody special. "She's got me under her spell," I said dreamily. The young woman giggled a little. "God, that must have sounded so cheesy," I smiled. "More than a little," the woman joked. "I'm Sandra." "Nice to meet you, Sandra. I'm Kirsten. And thank you again for helping me." I showed her a picture of my floral skirt on my cell and explained I was looking to put together a special outfit for my birthday. So far, so good- But then Sandra said: "You did good choosing that color. But for a skirt like that you really need something more formal. Come on." She took the blouse and returned it to its spot on the rack. We then took a tour of different sections of the sales floor, Sandra taking occasional items and holding them to my body. We chatted and I relaxed. It was really pleasant. Like having a personal shopper. I didn't care that now and then somebody would stare or offer a look. I checked the bubbles in the ceiling. Offered Flo a little smile. I was having a good time in Sandra's company. Learning a little, too. "Are you open to accessories?" Sandra asked. What could it hurt? "Sure," I said, enjoying the help. A few minutes later I realised we were near the fitting rooms. "We've got a couple of tops and this Alice band. I think you should really try them on so we can see which fits you best." I withdrew a little at the thought of what was next. "Is something wrong?" Sandra asked. "I.....The skirt. I have it with me and-" "I saw it in your bag. I think it would be best if you try the tops with your skirt," she suggested. "That's a good idea. Do you mind telling me which looks the best?" "That's the plan," Sandra told me. "I'll have you looking fantastic for your birthday." "Thank you," I said, taking the tops towards the fitting rooms. "Should I call you when I'm ready?" "Oh, no. I have to stay on the floor. Just pop out when you've got changed. Don't forget the Alice band. It will really set the outfit off." She said it all so matter-of-factly, obviously thinking that because of what I told her about my ex-girlfriend I must make a habit of going out looking like this. With the handbag and nails and breasts....... "Do you......Do I have to?" She wagged a finger playfully. Not being cruel, she said sweetly: "Do I have to call your ex?" I smiled. She was an innocent pawn being drawn into Flo's games. People had been staring at me all day. A little runway modelling to find the right top wouldn't hurt any. Sandra was being helpful and I really did appreciate her kindness. I smiled. "No. Thanks so much. I'll pop out in a few minutes." I turned to enter the fitting room and as I went in I bumped into a gorgeous brunette.......And saw an opportunity. Swiftly and cautiously, I reached into her bag and slipped her cell out. She didn't notice. My heart was pounding. I stepped away, whispering: "Sorry. Excuse me." "Just watch where you are going," she chastised me, and moved off. Even though I knew I was in the clear, I quickly checked the room. No cameras. Screw you, Flo. The room was quite big, the walls lined with mirrors and a pleasant, flowery scent pumped through the air-con. It was very relaxing. Nothing like the men's fitting room. I entered a spacious cubicle and quickly checked the woman's cell. First lucky break. She must have been using it, perhaps talking about what she was trying on, so the screen was password protected. I peeked out. She could discover the missing cell at anytime. Got to be quick. I accessed her apps. Jesus, she had a lot. It took forever to scroll through them, but.......No sign of Flo. Lucky break number two. I heard a couple of women come in, giggling. I quickly tapped Sally's number, fumbling and getting it wrong. Then I stared at the screen, confused. Was it a six or a nine? A two or a seven? I tried to picture the text message in my mind, summoning the right combination of numbers. I checked the fitting room again. No sign of the woman, but she might be at the checkout by now. In her bag for her purse and discovering her missing cell. Thinking back. That guy who bumped into me, the one with the breasts and the blouses to try on. Did he take it? And she might still be browsing, I told myself, trying to calm down, entering Sally's number, about to hit call. My finger stopped. Flo.......I remembered Sally telling me she used Flo on the day I met her and she tried to fix my cell; she said that her app had never done anything like mine. If I called her cell........Flo would know about it. I could inadvertantly put Sally in danger. I accessed the internet on the cell I had, looking for the woman again. No sign of her. Got the number for the store where Sally worked and called it. Listened to it ring out and out. "Come on," I whispered, watching for the woman to return in search of her phone. Finally somebody picked up. "I need to speak with Sally," I told the man. "Who's calling, please?" "Tell her it's Kirsten." "Kirsten? But you sound like a-" "Sally will understand. Please hurry." A few seconds later: "This is Sally." "Sally, it's Kirsten." "Kirsten, did you get my-?" she began. "Yes. I don't have long. Don't contact me on my cell. Did you see the car accident? Andrea Martin? I'll visit you in the store as soon as I can." "But I found some stuff about Flo that you need to know. I think-" "Sally, I have to go." I couldn't get busted for stealing the cell, especially not looking like this. Besides, Flo would be watching the sales floor, waiting for my return. If I took too long I wouldn't be able to put my stalling down to nerves. "I know you're probably confused, but-" "Kirsten, just be careful. I think what's happening to you is very real." Don't I know it, I thought, considering my appearance. "Check out Andrea Martin," I told Sally. "You be careful, too. I'll see you soon." I ended the call and returned to the flowery homepage. I quickly changed into the first blouse and skirt, not having time to enjoy the experience. I slid the Alice band on, pulling my shoulder length hair up and back. I stepped out and checked my appearance in the mirror. I looked okay. The top wasn't perfect, but it was a pretty good match. Adrenaline pushed me out to the sales floor. I spotted Sandra, and walked to her, careful to keep the cell from the views of the security cameras. "Oh, that one doesn't work," she said as I approached. "The colors match, but the top just doesn't suit you. Try the other one." "No problem," I said, putting a little swing in my hips now I was wearing the skirt. Nothing slutty. Just having fun. "Oh, I found this in the fitting room." I handed the cell off. "That's really kind of you, Kirsten. I'll pop it to customer services. Now, run along and try the other blouse." I entered the fitting room, thankful my spy games were over for now. I had been terrified, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. I would make a poor James Bond. I relaxed, deciding to enjoy myself now. I slowly removed the blouse and enjoyed the texture of the second one. Putting it on, it felt much better than the first. Fitted, but not too tight as my breasts pushed out. I stepped out, and even though a few women were present, checking their own outfits, I took a minute in the larger room in front of the mirrors. A couple of them looked at me with disgust, but another touched my shoulder: "Don't mind them. That ensemble looks really good on you." "Thank you," I said, considering the other women, how blinkered and ignorant they were just because somebody was stepping out, harmlessly, from what they considered society's norms. I wandered by them, maintaining eye contact, and then out to find Sandra. "That's the one," she said instantly. "Give me a little twirl." I spun, not caring that a few other customers were watching. "Excuse me." I looked up. It was the woman I had bumped into. The woman I had stole from. I dropped my head in shame. Her manicured nail touched my chin, her finger lifting my head so I had to look at her. She was refined, graceful. She looked fantastic; even more attractive than I had already given her credit for. She turned to Sandra. "Is he the one?" Sandra nodded. "He found it in the fitting room. Could have stolen it. Most people would have. It's a real nice phone." The woman mistook my shame at the theft for embarrassment about how I looked. "Never be ashamed of who you are," she told me. "When you bumped into me my first reaction was that you were a clumsy pervert getting off by going into the women's fitting room." "No, I-" "I know. I can see that now. And returning my cell like that. It has my whole life on it. Thank you so much," she said, reaching into her handbag. She handed me her card. "If I can ever return the favor." I took the card and watched her leave, dropped it into my handbag. "She likes you," Sandra told me. "No. Look at me." "Sometimes, people don't mind." Sandra touched my arm. "Plus, it's about getting to know people. I was nervous as all hell approaching you earlier, but I'm so glad I did. Anytime you want help with clothes, come and see me." I nodded. Couldn't believe I had tears in my eyes. I wiped them away. "Sorry. Thank you. It's been a crazy few days." "Are you okay?" "I think so." And just then, the chime of my cell. I glanced at the screen. FLO: Wear the outfit for the rest of the day. Maybe I wasn't okay, I thought. My world was backwards right now. Everything was upside down, turned inside out. The world had tilted somehow and I'd been thrown off balance. "Can I wear this out?" I asked Sandra. She clapped her hands. "You look wonderful. Of course you can. I bet if you got some heels your legs would.......I'll get some scissors for the tags." She headed off. My cell chimed. FLO: Why were you so long in the fitting room? I was waiting to see you. What could I say? I had to make an excuse for the time. KIRSTEN: I was just looking at myself in the mirrors, deciding if the outfit worked. FLO: What did that woman want? The one who touched you. There was no way Flo was going to drag the gorgeous stranger into her games. KIRSTEN: Just a woman making fun of how I looked. I've had my share of that today. FLO: Good. Get used to it, Pretty Girl. KIRSTEN: Stop with the names. Please. FLO: Is Princess getting upset? I watched as Sandra found some scissors behind the customer services desk. She was returning. FLO: Pretty Princess? Answer me. I typed quickly, wanting my cell away before Sandra reached me. I didn't want her to see the exchanges. KIRSTEN: A little. FLO: But. KIRSTEN: But some of it has been fun. I put my cell in my handbag and let Sandra cut the tags from the blouse. "Grab your jeans and T-shirt," she told me, "and meet me at the check- out." I did as she asked and she bagged my jeans and girly T-shirt. "I know your ex is doing this to you," she said, running my card. "But I think you're brave to express yourself like this." It was an 'Aw, shucks' moment. I smiled awkwardly. "Come on. Cops are brave. Soldiers. Fire-fighters. I'm just a......I don't even know what I am." "But you're putting yourself out there even though you know people will look and stare." "Don't forget laugh," I said. She held my hand for a second, smiling shyly. "And smile when they get to know you," she said. "Have a good day, Kirsten. Come and see me anytime. I'd like to help you." I nodded, considering her hand. "Thank you, Sandra. Thank you so much." six I headed out of the store, feeling much better than when I had entered. I'd potentially made a couple of friends, eluded Flo a little, found a great outfit. I didn't mind the occasional heckle and laughter now. Some people were good and kind and I held onto that. At the familiar chime, I took my cell out. FLO: Time for a snack. Go to the food court and enjoy your lunch. I checked the time. It was mid-afternoon. Even though I was a little more relaxed, I fearfully responded. KIRSTEN: But I'll be sitting for all to see. FLO: Out on display. Princess Kirsten with her little Alice band tiara. I have a surprise for you when you've eaten. I found the food court and, despite my desire for a burger and fries, found an outlet that provided salads. I sat for a while and a pattern started to emerge: people would sit near me, stare, giggle, nudge each other and eventually just get on with their lunch. A few more looks before they left and then the next patrons would sit down: laugh, giggle, make a discreet comment about my appearance that was just loud enough to hear.....On and on. My cell chimed. At least I could escape now. Even though Flo was likely about to send me into some new embarrassing situation. She said some of the experiences were to test my loyalty, and others were part of her plans for my birthday. I wondered which were which, and didn't realise Flo was going to have me sitting here for a while. FLO: Time for your suprise. I have a survey just for you. I opened it. It was nothing like the surveys on the Flo period app. They were usually fifteen questions long, multiple choice, informative. This was very personal. Questions that were open, with spaces for me to type my answers. Questions that seemed to range from my history of dressing to sex acts that I- FLO: Stop peeking ahead. Now, complete the survey and then you can come home. I expect with your new look starting to appear you might want to play in privacy for a while. Really? I thought she would have me out all day, humiliating me. KIRSTEN: I can come home? FLO: I need you rested up for your birthday suprise. Tomorrow will be a long day. I looked at the survey and started to answer the questions. KIRSTEN: What will you do with this? A long wait. I answered a couple more questions. FLO: I won't lie. I do intend to share it. I'll be checking your answers before I do. Make them good and detailed. I continued with the survey, some of the questions shocking me. An hour passed. I wondered who she might share it with. Kelli, perhaps? Because I had my head buried in my cell, I rarely came out of my zone and the time passed mostly without incident. The worst moment was when a bunch of teenage males sat on the table next to mine. I tried to shrink away, but it wasn't long before they noticed me. One of them held out a chunky fry. "No thanks," I said politely. "It's not to eat. Suck on it," he told me. "No," I said demurely. "Please, I'm very busy." I returned to the survey. "I'm not asking," he said, turning his chair so he was directly in front of me. His friends rubbed his shoulders, encouraged him. "Make the sissy suck it like a dick," one of them said. I pushed my chair back. Wanted to leave. But the survey wasn't finished. Flo was watching via the security systems. If I left and wasn't done, I'd be in big trouble. I looked at the teenager. Probably nearly twenty. His friends, too. Grown adults acting like this. "Give the fry a blow job, sissy." I reached out and took the fry. Slid it into my mouth. Sucking it in and out. The teenagers started to punch each other. They gathered around the first, covering him so nobody could see what was happening as he shifted seats next to me. "Where's your make-up, sissy?" Flo had never told me to wear anything, so my face was bare. I continued to work the fry, but the potato was starting to dissolve. "Here, here," he quickly said, finding a big carrot stick on my plate. I started on it, but then one of his friends bustled in- "I got this from the health stall," he said, holding up a banana. I looked around. They had me surrounded so that nobody could see what was happening in the centre of their group. He peeled it and held it out. The first teenager.....tormentor.....took it. "Your lips first. You must have make-up in that cute little handbag." I rummaged and found my lipstick and compact mirror. I applied the lipstick carefully, smacking my lips together. The lipstick was bright red and matched my nails by accident. The tormentor pushed the banana at me. I pulled the peel further down, so I could stroke it with my nails as it slipped into my mouth. I licked it, kissed it, pushed it deep into my mouth and eased it out. Lipstick smudged over the fruit. I started to moan a little. "Bitch is getting off," the tormentor said, and at his comment my stiff penis started to cum a little. He took my hand and put it on his bulging packet. "No," I protested. "You want it, bitch," he said, holding my hand in place. I began to rub his hard penis through his jeans, wishing I could escape, but Flo would see. Besides, I was surrounded. How could I even get by the group? I was so scared, and weak, and they were so big. Timidly, I remained in my seat, one hand and my mouth working the banana, my other rubbing the teenager's big prick. And it was big. So much more than me. I could feel that through the jeans. It was massive compared to my tiny cock that was now beginning to wilt, my own orgasm passing without notice in my fear. Soaked in my own cum. How could this be happening in broad daylight, in a busy shopping mall? My panty-liner was drenched. My jaw was starting to ache as I deep- throated the banana, thinking about the photos of me on my cell, the times Kelli had me practice with a dildo. For her it had always been a game, but now I thought about the banana......the cock in my other hand......that cock deep in my mouth. "Look at her. Take it, bitch!" My hand continued to work the first tormentor's penis, grabbing at it through the jeans, pushing on it, rubbing it. I don't know why, but my fingers found his zipper, started to open it- Terrified, I stopped. I pulled the banana out of my mouth. I screamed. The tormentors scattered, kicking chairs over as they ran and laughed, high-fiving each other. A few people looked around. One of the colleagues who cleaned the tables approached me. "Are you okay, Miss? Er, Sir?" I was crying, but wiped my face. "Yes. I'm fine," I managed. He moved off and I spent a few minutes calming down. It took another hour to finish Flo's survey. It was hard to concentrate. Despite all that had happened I couldn't help but think about the cock I had been entertaining. So big, and mine was so small. That giant, rock-cock had almost been in my hand, and then what? What would I have done? Fallen to my knees, shielded from view by the thrall, losing the banana as I wrapped my lips around- I gathered myself and headed for the restrooms, for a second confused about which to use. I found an empty stall in the women's room, not worrying about the stares. I was dressed appropriately and could hardly use the men's room. In the stall I cried for a minute and then cleaned myself up. I changed my panty-liner. Worst period I'd ever had. I fucking hated it. Hated Flo and her games. What she was bringing me to. But I had to continue to protect Kelli. What if she hurt somebody I loved the way she had killed Andrea Martin? I thought about Sally. I couldn't get to the cell store back home now before it closed. If Flo cut me some slack on my birthday tomorrow I might have a chance to visit her. If not it would be the day after. I wondered if Flo knew about my secret communication. I doubted she did. Together, perhaps Sally and I could defeat her somehow. I stepped out of the stall, decided to freshen up and put on a little make-up. I checked my bag. Lipstick, mascara, bronzer. Enough for now. I felt a little better despite the stares. I considered myself. Tried to find strength. For now I would have to continue with Flo's games.