Is Peter Enjoying Being a Woman?

It wasn't as if Peter was the kind of guy who wanted to wear, or even own, women's clothing. It was just that Cindy's enthusiasm, the dopamine buzz of having unlimited spending ability, and the constant sexual reinforcement of following Cindy's lead was sweeping him along in the experience. Being a man in a mall buying a skirt wasn't what Peter would consider a good time. Being a man in a mall buying a skirt while a hot redhead nibbled on your earlobe and slipped her hand into your pants, well that was another story.

Dresses, skirts, plenty of blouses, plenty of shoes. Thousands of dollars of sales racked onto Steve's credit card, all guilt free. Remembering that Steve had told him he'd be allowed to keep whatever he bought after his "woman of the house" task was complete was a minor comfort. Better than being naked, Peter told himself, although he questioned his logic. Still, while his previous task had him walking outside naked, there was no way to know if the protection the PDA had allotted him while finding an unlocked door would extend to his next task. Better safe than sorry. Having some clothes, even these clothes, would hopefully keep him out of jail.

Soon his hands were full of bags, more clothes than he'd ever bought at one time, more clothes than he'd ever owned at one time! Cindy was gushing with a contagious enthusiasm, a river of uplifting emotion that carried Peter through the shopping spree. He found himself laughing along with her stories, listening to her advice, truly enjoying her company. Of course a part of him fully knew that the situation he was in was far beyond anything normal, a huge departure from what he would consider his life, but at least with Cindy he felt safe and appreciated.

Both emotionally and sexually.

Walking through a mall in tight pink yoga pants with an raging erection, too, was a departure from his normal life.

And yet nobody seemed to care about that. In fact, just as they had before, complete strangers went out of their way to congratulate him of focusing on his task and reassure him that he was doing a great job. Two people, a young couple who noticed him from down the hall, just stood and applauded as he and Cindy walked by. Not something Peter was used to.

Did he want to go home and return to his regular life?

Yes.

Absolutely.

No doubt.

And yet...

There were perks to his new life. At least in that moment there were. Cindy was amazing. She was beautiful, vibrant, and generous with her physical affection. Not only was she keeping him sexually stimulated throughout the entire shopping trip, but the promise of more coming once they were done had his heart racing. Then there was the handjob he'd received from his mother earlier. If he could figure out how to stop the hack of his PDA and go back to him being the only user, he'd have it made. Peter silently cursed himself for turning on the wifi. Why hadn't he just left it alone? Now he was the plaything of some stranger somewhere, completely at the mercy of whatever kinks they had.

And they seemed to have some kinks!

"Okay, babe," Cindy said as they walked out of the store where they'd bought Peter a light sweater with a neckline so deep it almost showed his belly button, "I think that's enough clothes for today. But we still have to fix a couple things before you get your reward. How long until your yoga class?"

"An hour," Peter said, having noted the time at the checkout of the last store.

"Good. Just enough time," Cindy smiled, "But we'll have to hurry."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, again, through the mall to a new destination, shopping bags flapping as they moved.

"Where?"

"You need a quick makeover."