Crystal: Lane Bryant and Mindy

I am driving in a strange city where no one really knows me. It is a sunny day so no need for a raincoat. But a mission is a mission this time I have found a Lane Bryant that I can shop at. They should have my size and hopefully I will buy some panties and a black bra!

As I read the directions to the store I got from the internet I realize that the Eastland Mall is just ahead! As I approach it I can see the adult bookstore that Miss Jennifer said would be there, and across the street was a bar called “Danny Platinum Fox” which could only be one of those strip bars that men go to watch a woman take off their clothes. I wonder what the woman would think if I were sitting there wearing a black bra and panties under my “male” clothes?

I park the car by the mall and walk in. As most malls this one had a directory that told me which way to go to find Lane Bryant. I follow the route by I notice the pace of my walk is slower and I am less sure I want to do this. Is this the first (or next) step into becoming a real sissy or a real panty boy? I believe it is just that and I know my fear is mainly due to the unknown path I may now on.

I recall many of those sissys on-line telling me some of the things they have been made to do for a Domme. Can I also do those things, when I find it difficult even to think of them?

I walk right past the Lane Bryant store as I pondered my fate and was shocked to see right next to the Lane Bryant store is another Victoria’s Secret! Well I am sure that given the choice Lane Bryant seems a better choice so I walk in, once again feeling my knees weaken.

I slowly move toward the back of the store where it appears all the panties and bras are on display. I see a table with a number of bins each bin containing panties of various colors. Could I dare pick out some panties for me?

My hand shakes as I sort thought the panties in the bin that seems to be my size. The colors are really a blur to me as I try to recall what colors Miss Jennifer wanted me to purchase. I can’t remember!

I walk away from the panty display as a woman in her mid 30’s walks toward me and I fear she will slap my hand away from the panties. She walks past the panties to the check-out counter at the back of the store.

I almost leave, but decide to try one more time, but I remember in my hand is two copies of the note Miss Macy provided and I start to re-read it. I now know the colors I need. I return back to the display and start to pick out the pink ones first. Why I was drawn to the pink ones first was the fact I had never bought any clothing that was pink before. It’s such a odd color for a man to wear. Am I still a man?

As I ponder that question I notice a sign indicating Lane Bryant is having a panty sale five pairs for $25. I pick out five pair each that has a huge attraction to me as I can visualize them being worn by the woman of my dreams. But I am not buying them for a woman I am buying them for me. Could it be I want some one perhaps Miss Jennifer to admire me in these pink panties? Or is their part of me that wants a man to admire it? I shiver at that thought and move away toward the bras.

As I look at the bras a young and cute sales lady approaches me as ask if I need help with anything. I almost lost my breath, I had forgotten where I was and what I was doing and that other people (all women) were in the store.

“Thanks, do you have a size chart anywhere? I think I need to know more how to get the correct size” I stated meekly.

The Sales Lady showed me how each bra on its hanger had a size chart on the back and asked. “Do you know what size she wears?”

I wanted to run away but could not run away with five pairs of panties in my hand, could I? I changed the subject by saying, “ I think I need a bigger size than this one, it’s only a size 40 do you have any larger ones?

“Yes Sir, there are larger ones on each rack the labels are here, see. It really depends on which style bra she wears?

“I am not sure, but this is more difficult than I thought, maybe I just look around a bit, I can always return it if it is the wrong one, right?

“Yes with a receipt you can return it.”

She left me to shop and I found a black bra that was a size 48 D. I wondered what size cup Miss Jennifer would like me to be? Somehow the size 48D was calling me so I took the bra from the display and started to walk to the checkout area.

I was stopped in my tracks as there was a line there, how could I give my note to the sales lady when other women were in line? I floated by some racks of pants suits and tops as I watched the line filter down. I even got into line when there was only one elderly lady in line, but left when a mother and teenage girl got in line behind me.

This was silly was I going to do this or not? I can’t put the panties back can I? I started to move back toward the checkout line. I noticed that the sales lady behind the counter was some younger lady than the one that offered me help. She seemed to be more uptight and I really feared her.

I waited a few minutes until the friendly sales lady was behind the counter and dashed forward. I handed her my selections the panties and bra and she started to ring then up as I tightly clenched two copies of the note in my hand.

“Do you get many men shopping here?

“Yes we do, buy the way this pair of panties is not the same size as the other ones,do need them all the same size?”

“Yes, I do may I exchange them?”

“Sure, we would not want to get home with the wrong size would we? She laughed and I wonder if she knew the items were for me before I handed her the note.

I exchanged the panties with a matching pair that was the correct size and as the sales lady smiled at me I asked “Do you have a sense of humor and want to know the real reason I am here?”

She looked at me as said she did want to know, but I suspected she already knew. I handed her the note and watched her as she read the note.

Dear Pretty Sales Clerk,

Mistress has instructed i come shopping here today. Mistress Jennifer has instructed i present you with this note.

i am Mistress Jennifer's submissive in training. Mistress Jennifer has instructed i wear a bra and panties all the time. i've presented You with a selection that includes 2 pink, red and white panties and one black spandex bra. Mistress Jennifer has asked that i check with You to insure i've made the proper size selection.

Mistress Jennifer has requested that You sign the note and verify that You helped this sissy in the sizing and selection of these items.

Miss Jennifer would enjoy it very much if you were to share this note with one or all of your co-workers so that they might join in laughing at me during my shopping experience as well.

Last, Mistress Jennifer wants You to know You can contact Her by emailing XXXXXXXXXX and requests i present Her with the number of Your store and Your name so Miss Jennifer can contact You for confirmation of this sissy's purchases if She wishes.

This sissy slave does this to pleasure Mistress Jennifer

Her smile got bigger and bigger and I thought she was trying hard to suppress a strong desire to break out in a full laughter as she asked. “She wants me to e-mail her?”

“Yes, I think she would love to get an e-mail from you, but she also wants to get your name and number so she can confirm this shopping trip with you. You can keep that copy for your records and use. Can you write your name and store phone number on my copy?

I handed her my copy and with a clear writing she wrote “Mindy Lane Bryant 614-XXX-YYYY.

I thanked her and departed with my new panties and bra and drove back to my hotel. At one point of the drive the car behind me honked its horn as the light had turned green and I was too busy looking at my new panties and missed the light change.

Crystal: Revealing Victoria's Secret:

[A new friend, Crystal, has given me permission to post some of her "true-life adventures" here--here's the first of them:]

The rain was coming down and I felt it was a mixed blessing. The rain may have caused many people to stay at home and not venture to the shopping mall or it may have caused more people to abort any outdoor activities and go to the mall. I am not a mall expect and elected to believe the crowd at the mall would be reduced due to the inclement weather. This in itself gave me strength to travel to the mall which alone is mystery to men. My mission – shop at the one place very few men shop for themselves, Victoria’s Secret!

While driving to the mall, I also noted one more reason to be thankful for the rain. I was able to wear a raincoat! The thoughts of having the extra layer of protection were a comfort not only to keep me dry but to also hide what I would be wearing on the return trip home. I should explain.

I have agreed to complete a task for a woman I have never met, at least not beyond the various chat rooms on the internet. I am attracted to this woman because she has indicated a desire to humiliate men. I am such a man that craves humiliation. A match made in heaven?

Miss Jennifer has given me this assignment, purchasing three pairs of panties and a bra from a store like Victoria’s Secret. That task alone would normally cast a huge amount of fear into my soul, but in this case I am also tasked with obtaining the sales ladies signature, along with her name and store phone number. The sales lady would be confirming that she understood the purchases were made by me for me. In other words I will be dressing in panties and bras as a male – sissy!

Having noticed many bra straps on women wherever I went, I was thankful for the rain and the need for a raincoat. My task also included wearing a pair of panties and the bra when I left the store.

My heart pounded faster as I parked the car and started the walk toward the mall. I had no idea how much it would cost to buy three pairs of panties and a bra and knew there was just no way I was going to pay for these items with a check or a credit card and have to reveal my own name to the sales lady. Victoria can have her secret and I can too!

I stood outside the store looking in for 10 or 15 minutes that seemed like hours. I was waiting for the right time to “shop” but the store was busier than I would have thought. Most of the customers were teen-age girls or young women. Then it dawned on me, I could be mistaken for some sort of pervert standing in front of Victoria’s watching young firm women wonder by manikins dressed in the near see though baby dolls and teddies.

Was I now a pervert? I started to walk away into more familiar ground, Barnes and Noble, a store for men. I pretended to be looking at the magazines when as fate would have it I was once again looking at a model on a cover of a men’s magazine dressed in a manner her bra strap could be seen and the very top of her thong panties could be seen just above the top of her low-riding jeans. Most men, and me in the past would have taken pleasure in seeing this woman and had a instant fantasy of being with her. Not today, as I looked at the cover I actually wondered what it would be like to be wearing what she was wearing. Not that I would ever look like she did, I was curious.

I wandered the mall wondering why I could not go into the den of femininity; Victoria’s Secret and complete my task. I had been in many situations in the past that some would have thought was brave, but a man purchasing female undergarments was beyond my reach?

A new realization hit me, was I admitting to myself I could not do what millions of teen-age girls did on a daily basis? Were some of these air-headed 20 year old blondes better than I was? Of course not, I could do this, I will do this.

With more motivation I turned my path and walked quickly back to Victoria’s Secret after all I am man capable of anything, right?

I walked right into the store feeling my knees weaken once inside the door. Perhaps that’s Victoria’s secret, she weakens men at the knees when they dare enter her inner chambers?

I started to browse the store and within seconds a sales lady approached me. “Can I help you find something for your wife or girlfriend? Relax we have men shopping here all the time.”

I noticed she wore a name tag, her name was Cheryl. I was amble to mumble out a few words as I handed Cheryl the typed note from Miss Jennifer that outlined my task. “Thank you Ma’am, I do need some help and I have a list here.”

I felt the room temperature rise as I watched Cheryl open the envelope and read the note. I noticed her start to smile as she read on and could feel myself blushing in spite of my desire to remain calm.

“Well, as much as I would like to help you Sissy, I am not sure I can. I can tell by looking at you I can say that you’re not what Victoria’s targets their product line for. But let me check with the manager. Sally can you come here I need some assistance with another panty boy!"

I was shocked hearing Cheryl call across the store to the manger, Sally in such a manner that anyone within the store could also you referring to me as a panty boy! I could feel the eyes of many if not all the current customers of the store on me. I could not bear to look at anyone and cast my eyes downward. I felt defeated, and worse of all it appeared that I would fail in my task.

Sally, the manager after reading the note started to lead me toward the front of the store and I was convinced that I at best was being thrown out at worst I would be arrested on some law against perverted panty boys.

“Now, listen carefully, the reason we can’t help you has nothing to do with you being a male, although many may argue that you are not much of a man. At least no man that I would want would attempt to do this. The reason we cannot help you is because you are not the right size. It seems our inventory is geared toward the normal sized women and looking at you I am guessing you would be a size 28 at least. Now if you still need to do as the note said complete your task, you will need to shop at a place that does have the right inventory for you. You need to find a place that caters to “BIG girls and BIG sissies”.

My mouth became very dry as I heard women throughout the store laughing and giggling as manager Sally spoke in a tone loud enough for them to hear. I did in effect get what I came here for – humiliation.

“Now Sissy, most girls even the teenage ones know that in order for BIG gals to buy panties and bras they need to go to a BIG gal store like Lane Bryant. Here is your note back you may need it when you get to a BIG SISSY store!"

The laughter in the store sounded like a firecracker as I took the note and started to run from the store. In my desire to leave the store before I was arrested my wrist slapped against the counter causing the note to fall to the floor. A higher level of laughter exploded as I bend over to pick the note up when Sally remarked. “Now that’s no way for a lady to bend over and pick something up, you need to bend you knees or let the whole word know what color panties your in! Thank god you are not in a skirt!"

I ran as fast as I could to my car and once my heart rate went down I decided that I would do two things. One I would find one of these stores that have my size and two, someday after I lose some weight I will return to Victoria’s knowing there secret is that only have smaller sizes!

At home that night I did a search of Lane Bryant but could not find any stores or phone numbers. I could ask a larger woman where she buys her undergarments but I think that would get me arrested.

I am scheduled to travel to Columbus Ohio this weekend for work, perhaps in Columbus there is a Lane Bryant store? I do still have my note!

More to come