Just a little more shopping.

Your face sinks a little as you stand gazing at your uncharacteristically beautiful reflection in the mirrors of Erika's fitting room. You suddenly realize you now have to cover up your pretty new lingerie with your jeans and t-shirt. For some reason that bothers you. You don't particularly like the idea of everyone in the mall seeing you in frilly lingerie, your little chastity cage bulging out against your lacy panties. Yet at the same time you love how cute you look in the pretty pink and white ensemble. You simply can't bear the idea of covering it up with something so bland.

"Get dressed sweetie, you look adorable but we shouldn't take up more of Erika's time." Your mother's voice pulls you back out of your head.

"Yes mommy." You say a little glumly but no one seems to notice. You walk over to the privacy screen and retrieve your clothing, relishing the feeling of your frilly lingerie underneath as you get fully dressed again. You walk with your mother, Molly, and Erika holding the few bundles you'll be taking home with you. The rest are left for Johanna to pack for delivery. Your mother chats with Erika a little as she rings up the final purchase.

"And how is your lovely boyfriend doing?" Erika says.

"Oh he's doing very well. Unfortunately, he had a little injury to his shoulder at work." Your mother replies. Erika gasps when she hears this.

"Oh dear! I do hope he'll recover?" She says quickly.

"Oh he'll be fine in a week or two, nothing serious thankfully." Your mother says with a smile.

"Thank God!" Erika says, with genuine relief. "Is there anything I can do?"

"You and Johanna will be joining him as well as a few friends tonight at seven." Your mother says matter-of-factly. She smiles wickedly as she continues. "I'm sure the pleasure of your company will raise his spirits." Erika smiles warmly in return.

"Oh that sounds lovely! Johanna will be so thrilled." Erika says with real excitement in her voice. Your mother chuckles and her smile deepens as she responds.

"Oh she will, especially when she hears about her surprise."

"Jo's getting a surprise from Chris tonight?" Molly inquires, her voice dripping with jealousy.

"Yes, and don't worry, I'm sure he'll have something for you as well."

"Yay!" She exclaims with a little jump. Your mother hushes Molly quickly as Johanna returns.

"Everything is all set. I'm kinda jealous of your new collection Quinn." She says with a little giggle, joining her mother at the counter.

"Th-thank you." You stammer out, blushing a little as you remember that she's probably going to tell everyone you ever met what a panty obsessed sissy you've become. But it's too late to worry about that now. You take comfort in the pleasing sensations under your clothes as the three of you say your goodbyes and depart the shop. You can't help but feel a little uneasy as you exit the confines of Erika's establishment and enter the mall again. You feel like everyone can tell what's under your clothes even though you know that's unlikely. Complicating things further, you're not sure if you care anymore. You walk behind your mother and Molly silently, carrying your packages, feeling the odd sensation of your freshly straightened hair as it touches the sides of your face, along with further pleasant feelings from the silky undergarments on your now smooth skin. The women chat idly, occasionally glancing back and commenting how cute you looked in your lingerie. As you approach the exit, you pass by another shop and stop dead when you see the display.

You see a white mannequin with vague features, but it's the outfit adorning the feminine statue that has captured your attention. A white skater dress with a crisp floral print design of pink cherry blossoms thicker at the hem of the skirt which displays an intricate pattern of pale pinks with little lines of white thinning to pure white with small pink buds dotting the fabric toward the collar and short, loose sleeves which hang open in a flattering way on the mannequin's slim shoulders. Hung on her arm by a thin strap is a little matching white purse with a small pink flower on the button clasp. You can't look away, as your eyes flow over the dress you realize how perfectly it matches the lingerie you chose to wear after your trip to Erika's. Your eyes glaze over as you imagine yourself wearing the beautiful ensemble, the wind swaying against your smooth stocking clad legs.

"Earth to Quinn!" Molly practically yells into your ear, startling you and you jump with a girly squeak. You shift quickly to catch your balance lest you drop your packages and look to see that Molly and your mother have both walked back to you, flanking you in front of the shop window. You turn and look up at your mother who eyes you with an amused expression on her face. She cocks an eyebrow as your eyes meet hers. You look up at her face with a pleading expression. You dare not ask her in words after all she's done for you today but your heart aches to enter this last shop, just this one more thing before you head home and you'll be good forever. I need to be cute and servile. You think as your mother continues to silently contemplate your pathetic look. After what feels like an eternity, she gives you a sweet smile and sighs.

"Oh I see you've been mesmerized my little sissy." She says, looking back at the dress.

"Gosh you're worse than me Quinn." Molly giggles as she gives your shoulder a playful nudge. "Have to be careful when we bring you to the mall huh?" You blush and turn back to her to respond but can't think of anything to say and just look down, embarrassed, letting your hair hide your face. Your mother raises your chin in her hands and brushes your blonde locks out of the way with a gentle hand.

"Oh don't be sad sweetie. Of course you have to try it on. It's too adorable not too." Your face lights up and happiness swells within you threatening to burst forth. You move to hug your mother once more and she opens her arms to accept you, burying your face in her cleavage as she does so and squeezing you tight to her breast. You inhale a strong dose of her perfume once more before she releases you.

"Thank you so much mommy! I love you so much! You're amazing!" You babble out your praise, shaking with excitement. Molly chuckles and grabs you by the hand.

"Oh my gosh yes! This is gonna fuckin rock!" She says as she pulls you toward the door, with your mother following close behind. You enter the boutique and see racks with all manner of dresses and skirts and tops lining the walls. In the middle you see several displays of shoes ranging from sexy black stilettos to cute flats with little bows. The shop attendant, a petite mousy girl with big brown eyes and light brown hair hurries over to the three of you. There don't seem to be many other customers at the moment thankfully.

"High, welcome!" She says in her pleasant shop attendant voice. "Can I help you with anything specific or are you just browsing." Molly pulls you to her side and answers for you.

"Yes! My friend here is kinda shy but she really wants to try the dress in the window, do you have a fitting room we can use?"

"Yes, of course." The shop girl replies with a pleasant grin. She turns and looks you over but continues to speak with Molly. "Does she know her size?"

"No we'll need to get her measured as well." Molly says happily. The shop girl looks you over once more and then gestures toward the back of the shop.

"This way please." She says as she leads the three of you toward the fitting rooms. Once you arrive at the door she offers the bench along the wall to your mother and Molly as she holds the door open to a small room with no adornments save a hanging rack for clothes to be restocked and a good sized mirror. The shop girl follows you into the room and pulls a cloth measuring tape from her pocket. "I'm going to need to measure you without your shirt and jeans on. Don't worry, you can keep your underwear." She says pleasantly, inviting you to strip. You go red once more with embarrassment at the thought of stripping down to your frilly lingerie in front of this total stranger, but her demeanor is professional and non-threatening and you really want to try on that dress. You nod and steel your self before turning away and slowly pulling off your outer layer of clothes. You turn back to her, folding your arms around your torso in a vain attempt at modesty where none can be found. Her professional expression cracks for a moment as she smiles as her eyes fall on your crotch for a moment and you see a spark of recognition in her eyes and you can tell she sees the outline of your chastity beneath the lacy fabric of your pretty panties. "No need to be shy." She says, trying to reassure you as she steps toward you and gently pulls your arms to your sides. She nudges you to turn around and face the mirror and you do, trying not to make eye contact with her reflection as she lifts your arms up and begins to take several measurements of your waist, hips, breasts, shoulders, and even your feet. She is quick and tries with only mild success to keep you calm by chatting amicably about nothing. You only nod or give a small squeak in acknowledgement, too nervous to speak.

Once she finishes your measurement, she asks you to wait for a moment and returns to the shop to pull the right sized dress from the inventory. After a few minutes standing in the small room alone, you relax a little, looking at your reflection again. The bralette pulls your pecks together slightly, giving you at least the illusion of some cleavage, and the frilly lace of the panties and garter belt accentuate your hips, making them appear even more girly. Your smooth legs look so cute in your stockings and you love how your new hairstyle frames your made up face. You didn't think this was possible and never realized you needed it so bad until today. You turn as there is a knock at the door before it quickly opens and the shop girls returns carrying the dress and a white shoe box.

"Pardon my saying this, but I see why you wanted to try this one specifically. Have you just come from Erika's?" She asks in passing as she places the box to the side.

"Yes." You manage to say in a meek voice prompting an encouraging smile from the attendant.

"It's going to look great on you." She says as she helps you into the dress. After adjusting the fit slightly, she picks up the box and opens it and peeks at it's contents before showing them to you. "Forgive me, but I assumed based on those sneakers that you're not too experienced with heels yet?" She inquires with a hesitant tone. You nod and she breathes a sigh of relief as she turns the box toward you revealing a glossy white pair of Mary Janes with pink bows on the front and a low, one inch block heel. "I thought these would be perfect if that were the case." You simply stand there with your mouth agape, unable to form a coherent thought. She stares at you with a worried expression as you gaze at the feminine footwear she has brought. A smile forms on your face which brings further relief to your helpful attendant. She sits you down on a small ledge attached to the wall of the fitting room and helps you put on the glossy shoes that feel like smooth leather gloves on your stockinged feet. After she tightens the straps across the front and adjust the bows slightly, she helps you back to your feet. Despite the low heel you feel a little unsteady and take a few short tentative steps, looking down nervously. After a few steps your confidence builds and you stride over to the mirror.

"Wow!" You say, totally blown away by the new you. The dress comes down just to your knee, leaving your lower legs completely bare besides your stockings. The loose sleeves have the same flattering effect on your shoulders as the mannequin in the window and you turn to the side, admiring the sway of the skirt as you move, dazzled by the pattern of the floral print. The Mary Janes are adorable but also alter your stance and gait ever so slightly, accentuating your cute butt. You're normally a sloucher but this dress makes you want to stand up as straight as you can to give the best look to your waist. You hear Molly's muffled voice through the door.

"Let me see! Let me seee!" She whines, impatient for the grand reveal. You smile at the shop attendant and stammer out a thank you before tearing yourself away from the mirror and heading toward the door. Your shyness almost totally gone, you fling the door open and step out, careful to keep your balance and posture. You walk over to your mother and Molly where they sit on the bench. Molly's eyes are wide and both hands cover her mouth to keep from screaming. Your mother is looking at you with an almost predatory gaze, her hunger apparent, making you feel for a moment like a sweet desert she is intent on devouring. As you come to a stop in front of them you wither a little under their gaze and shyly sway back and forth.

"How-how do I look?" You say, **** for your mother's approval. Her predatory gaze gives way to a warm smile.

"Adorable sweetie, simply adorable." She says in an encouraging, motherly tone. You smile and breath a sigh of relief.

"OHMYGODYOU'RESOCUTEOHMYGODIMIGHTDIE!!" Molly yells, unable to control herself any longer as she jumps up and pulls you into a hug, almost knocking you off balance. She pulls away and looks you up and down again. "Oh my god, those shoes are perfect!" She squeals. "Do a twirl for me." She says, taking a step back. You do your best to accommodate her wish with a quick spin causing the dress to twirl around you, just barely revealing the white lace tops of your stockings for a short moment. She quickly grabs her phone from her purse and starts snapping photos, bringing a worried expression to your face. "Don't worry, I'll send you copies." She says happily as she snaps away. You spend the next few minutes modeling for her as she takes several photos and grabs a selfie or two as well. You're too caught up in the moment to worry too much about where the photos might end up, and you are glad she'll send you copies. You do look super cute after all. After a few minutes more the shop attendant speaks up once more.

"Will you be wearing it out? Please do, it's too perfect not to." She says with a happy smile. You turn toward your mother who regards you with another amused look before she speaks.

"Come here sweetie." She says, beckoning you with a finger. You quickly move toward her, stopping in front of her, clasping your hands behind your back nervously. "I didn't intend to buy you lingerie and a dress today. But this is certainly quite serendipitous. I will buy the outfit and these lovely shoes for you on one condition." Your face instantly breaks into a wide smile.

"Anything mommy! Please! I'll do anything!" You quickly say, full of sincerity. She chuckles a little before responding.

"You will wear it out and for the rest of the day, we'll throw away those crummy boy clothes you were wearing before." Your smile somehow grows even wider and you literally jump for joy before running to hug your mother once again. She accepts your excited embrace and stammered praises. In this moment you no longer care who sees you. You're so cute and adorable and everyone should know it. You return to the main shop floor and the shop attendant along with Molly pick out some finishing touches. First you need the purse that goes with the dress, along with a new wallet as your basic black one barely fits. Next Molly finds you a cute set of bracelets and thin white choker with a small pink bow which compliments your slender neck. The outfit fully completed, you're radiating joy, this might be the best you've ever felt in your entire life. You thank the shop girl for all her help before turning and striding proudly out of the store, Molly offering to carry your packages so you could enjoy your new look fully. As you walk down the corridor once more toward the exit, happily chatting away with your mother and Molly, thanking them over and over again, you hear a voice which freezes your blood and brings you crashing down from this perfect moment.