Changes in Store, Part One

Shopping:

"Satin and Silk Sissy." Gordon muttered the name of the store to himself. Odd name for a woman's clothing store, he thought, but it's the place Hillary said she wanted her birthday present from. He continued to examine the storefront, barely noticing the fine print below the name of the shop: "A Division of IGR".

Cocking his head in decision, he entered the place, finding himself surrounded by a vast array of feminine attire. There seemed to be no one "theme" to the place--in one area there were the kinky leathers and vinyls preferred by the youthful downtown set, in another the bare-midriff styles favored by the high-schoolers, in still another the tight-waisted, petticoated look of two generations past.

"May I help you?"

The voice from behind caught him by surprise. Gordon whirled to see an attractive woman in her early thirties, dressed in a somewhat outdated business suit with a perky hat perched in her dark curls. She raised her hand and gestured around the store. "See anything you like?"

Gordon shivered. Something in her tone--and the question--seemed "wrong"...but he shook it off as just nerves. He hated shopping in a place like this. "I'm--I'm looking for a birthday present for my wife, Hillary Conover. I believe you might know her--"

"Of course, Mrs. Conover is one of our best customers," the woman replied. "You must be Gordon. My name is Mistr--that is, Lillian. I'm the manager." She extended her hand in a ladylike movement. He took it lightly and shook hands.

"I'm quite aware of Mrs. Conover's tastes," Lillian continued. "But perhaps you prefer to surprise her? We have a video presentation of our entire line you might find useful. Would you like to see it?"

Gordon had to admit that he had little experience with picking women's clothes. Perhaps the presentation would be a good idea? "Yes, that'll be fine," he told the manager. She led him to a cubicle off the main sales floor and seated him in a comfortable leather recliner. As he settled in, she placed a pair of headphones over his ears. "Are these really necessary?" he asked.

"They keep the sound away from our other customers...and prevent you from being distracted as well," Lillian advised.

Satisfied, Gordon sat back and watched the big-screen TV as the lights in the cubicle dimmed.

Lillian went to her office and picked up the phone. She dialed and got an answer almost immediately. "Hillary? Yes, he's here and already in front of the programmer. No, of course he has no idea what's really happening to him...yet. It'll take at least two visits before he's anywhere near the level you want, but rest assured--by your birthday, Guinevere will be ready to fulfill your every desire."

In the cubicle, Gordon watched intently as a series of various outfits were displayed, everything from lingerie to high-heeled shoes in varying styles to dresses and skirts. In his ears, a soothing "New Age" music played, accompanied by occasional descriptions of the clothes. In time, Gordon drifted into the trance state the music was designed to induce and the descriptions turned from just the clothes to the feeling of wearing the clothes...and Gordon noticed--in a distracted way--that the faces on all the models now resembled a feminized version of himself!

Sissies love the feel of nylon, satin and lace against their skin, the voice was saying. Look at the pictures, my little sissy! Feel the fabric against you, see the sleek loveliness of your legs on the high heels, feel your sissy-cock swell in your panties!

As the program ended, Lillian entered the cubicle and watched as the prospective sissy awakened from his trance. She noted the look of joy on his face and the bulge at his crotch. "Soon, Guinevere, very soon," she murmured. Aloud, she asked, "Well, Mr. Conover, see anything you like?"

Still mildly dazed, Gordon was slow to answer, as Lillian knew he would be. So, she produced a bra and panty set from behind her back, one much like the ones Gordon had seen his feminized self where in the series of programmed images. "What do you think of these?" she asked.

Gordon's eyes widened. I've never seen anything so sexy. "They're quite lovely," he stammered.

"Want to try them...on?" Lillian asked.

Try them on? Yes..."Yes--I mean, no!" Gordon was confused by his own reactions.

"Changing room." Lillian pointed to the curtained alcove at the back. Without further thought, Gordon took the lingerie and retreated there. Moments later, he returned, posing prettily in the satin and lace.

"Very lovely, Guinevere," Lillian complimented him. "Now, put on your suit and go home. All sales are final."

Gordon dressed as ordered, and left. He awoke from his trance upon leaving the store, remaining unaware of the new attire he wore beneath his male clothes...or of the changes already made or still in store for him.

Next: Buying