Go Shopping

It's Saturday morning and you are cowering in your room. Megan is over, helping you get ready for your shopping trip with Jeff.

'Helping' might be the wrong word. Domineering might be more appropriate.

"No! Absolutely not!" you say, walking backwards against your wall to create some distance in case you have to run. "I'm not wearing that in public!"

Megan pulls her head out of your closet with a grin. She's holding a pleated red mini skirt and a black crop top. "Oh yes you are! I am not letting you go to the mall looking like... that!"

You look down at the outfit you had picked out for yourself - black athletic shorts and an orange graphic tee that's so worn the graphic is barely visible.

"But I don't dress girly in public. What if someone from school sees? Or like... anyone for that matter? The only time I've worn a skirt in public was Halloween and you know how that was."

Megan smiles and laughs shrilly. "Oh yeah, I remember. That was soooo fucking funny. I laughed so hard when I got home. I still do whenever I think about it! You looked so uncomfortable, and the way you walked in those heels? Priceless!" She laughs so hard she snorts, as if remembering it all over again.

You blush and fume, waiting for her to calm down.

When she finally stops laughing, she wipes a tear from her eye and continues, walking towards you with the scanty outfit in her hands and fire in her eyes.

"B-but it's chilly outside..." you plead, sinking to the floor as she closes in like a predator stalking its prey.

"Don't worry, I picked out some cute thigh-highs that should help with that. But looking cute is always a sacrifice, baby. You'll just have to put up with it. Believe me, the attention you get will be SO worth it!" Her teeth flash white in a toothy, primal grin.

You close your eyes and for a moment you remember your old life of playing video games and watching anime all day without a care in the world or any thought for what you were wearing or how you looked. Blissful, simple times, long past.

Then the beast pounces

You cross your arms and look out the window, sinking low in your seat just in case anyone happens to glance in and see you. You have to keep reminding yourself to keep your legs closed. The little red skirt barely covers your thighs as-is. Letting your legs spread even a little would quickly lead to you flashing your panties to the whole world. Why was everything Megan picked out so impractical?

"You look cute!" Jeff says with a smile. He glances over at your body for the hundredth time since leaving home. "I like your hair today."

You blush even more and mumble, "Thanks..."

Megan had taken the time to curl and style your hair, making it extra wavy and glossy, so it bounced above your shoulders with each step. She picked out a hair clip with a little ribbon on it, too, to keep your bangs out of your eyes. She didn't want any of the makeup she put on you to 'be wasted,' as she put it. Including the white thigh high stockings, pink sneakers, and pink bra and panties you had on under your clothes today, you were sure you couldn't feel any more emasculated. The thought of going somewhere busy like this fills you with dread.

When you pull into a parking spot at the mall, Jeff gets out first and quickly runs to your side to open the door for you. "Shall we?" he says as you get out, letting you walk ahead a few feet and following behind like a butler. You swear you can feel his eyes on your skirt, watching it bounce and sway with each step as you walk.

The mall in your town was somewhat of a novelty. Despite the fact that malls were largely becoming defunct around the nation, the one in your town had remained popular by leaning into a retro vibe and styling itself as an entertainment destination in addition to to a traditional shopping center. It even had an IMAX theater and bowling alley, unlike the creepy mall by the Cracker Barrel.

You find a map and make your way to your first of many destinations. Megan had given you a long and detailed list of what you needed to buy, and insisted you try everything on so that you could send pics to her to get her approval for each and every purchase. You hated that she would have pics of you in girls clothes on her phone forever, but she wouldn't let you say no.

Walking through the crowds of people was nerve wracking. You felt everyone's eyes on you as you passed. Especially men's. Some of them just glanced your way, but others leered. You had no idea what they were thinking, but the way their eyes moved up your body made your skin crawl. Before you even make it to your first store, you can't take it and reach for Jeff's hand for comfort, holding tightly while you walk.

He smiles and gives your hand a little squeeze.

The first store you come to is a trendy women's fashion store. Mannequins stand in the window wearing cute eye-catching outfits. It smells like roses when you walk inside, and elevator pop music hums in the background. You stop in the entrance and turn to Jeff, doing as Megan had instructed.

"Um..." you start, looking to the side, face red hot, "will you hold my purse while I shop, daddy?"

You've never seen Jeff look so thrilled.