Darla and Melissa bring their finds

Robin turned and said, “Yep, here they come now!”

Darla and Melissa were walking towards Kyle and Robin, both smiling broadly, but oddly not carrying anything. Kyle began to relax, thinking they hadn’t found anything.

“We’ve got a dressing room full of things for you to try on, Kylie! C’mon!” Darla said. Kyle’s stomach sank.

Again, he was in a dressing room, and almost everything the girls picked showed off his legs. There were dresses, skirts, short shorts, more skirts, fitted tops, blouses, tank tops, camisoles, and several pairs of yoga pants and cropped exercise tops. They also had pulled some very pink, very feminine sneakers for him. They had included several pairs of jeans, but they were all very tight, very low rise, and nothing that Kyle really wanted to wear. He was going to be trying things on for a while.

As before, Kyle had to model everything. He was changing shoes, trying on different heels with each outfit. The girls made him try on several sizes, critiquing on which looked best on him. Once optimal cuteness of each outfit was established, the girls snapped pictures, and his fashion show was posted online.

They also bombarded him with accessories. Belts, bracelets, rings, earrings. It was decided that he needed to get his ears pierced again, possibly a stud in his nose, and the discussion of a navel piercing was added too.

“Don’t I get any say in this?” Kyle whined.

Robin laughed, “No. you will achieve maximum hotness with us. Now go try on those white shorts!”

“With the slingbacks!” Melissa added.

The girls made Kyle turn over whatever they thought he looked best in, and they slowly started to turn those over to the register, building up things that Kylie was going to get.

When he thought he was finished with the fashion show, he looked around. The tank, jeans, and sneakers he had worn in were nowhere to be seen. There was a small pile of new clothing left, though.

“Uh, where are my clothes?” He asked, sticking his head out of the doorway. Melissa was the only one left.

“Robin has them. We decided that some of the outfits were just too cute on you to not have you wear them. Darla and Robin went to pay. Here,” she handed him some nude heels with a hidden platform. “Go get dressed. We have more stops.”

Sulking, Kyle took the shoes handed to him and went back into the dressing room. They had left him a tan pleated miniskirt and a red knit camisole with matching cardigan.

He slumped down on the bench. He was stuck. It was either wear this stuff or be trapped in the dressing room in his feminine underwear.

Reluctantly, he got dressed. The camisole was stretchy, and it clung to his bra enhanced curves. The cardigan fell open around his chest, making him feel like his boobs were on stage, the sweater forming a curtain on either side of them. The skirt was short, mid thigh, and the sensation on his bare legs was unsettling. He stepped into the heels, wavered for a second, then got his balance.

He minced out of the dressing room. Darla and Robin has returned with quite a few bags of his new wardrobe. His earrings were changed, a necklace with a silver tear shaped pendant was placed around his neck. Again, he felt the silver drop, which rested right between his breasts, just drew attention to them.

“Now, finally!” Darla said. “You’re almost presentable!”

Kyle took a wavering step, and the girls gave him a crash course in walking in heels that high. His calves were on fire, but he had little choice but to learn how to strut in those heels.

He was pulled to a piercing kisok where his ears were pierced again. Much to his relief, the girls were told if they wanted other piercings, they’d have to visit a more dedicated place, such as a tattoo shop.

With his newly pierced ears, mincing along in his heels, his drawstring bag slung over his shoulder, Kyle now looked like a “cute” teenage girl.

“Anyone hungry? Do we hit the food court, or get Kylie to a makeup counter for supplies?”