4 comments/ 71599 views/ 5 favorites New Year, New Career By: Tomsparty The new year came round very quickly. Christmas was seemingly over as it begun. Auntie had gone home and the infamous Christmas Day dress my dear Auntie had given me hung in my wardrobe lonely amongst my male clothes like a fish out of water. Mum and my sister hadn't mentioned it again and it was with a tinge of sadness that I looked back at the events of Christmas Day. I loved dressing as Rosemary so much I desperately wanted to relive the experience. Uncle George hadn't pestered me as I thought and mums friends Trish and Dave hadn't been in touch about the job they offered. Perhaps it was the Christmas mulled wine talking? Why should they offer me a job? I'm sure they where just being kind. With no retail experience I surely wasn't qualified to work in their fashionable boutique. Their store had a considerable reputation, not short of eager young staff. Besides did they really expect me to dress as a pretty young lady again. After the initial shock at Christmas I deeply enjoyed dressing as Rosemary and regretted having to take the dress off. A couple of times when I had the house to myself I got Auntie's present out from the closet and fondly fingered the sumptuous fabric but never had the courage to try it on again terrified I might be caught. The past events seemed little more than a dream. A gorgeous fairy-tale dream far removed from the harshness of modern life. Then out of the blue... 'Guess who I met for lunch?' Mum said the other day. ' I shrug. 'Trish and Dave from "Debut" the clothes boutique.' I look up from my magazine, a stab of excitement shoots through me, my stomach to flutters like a butterfly. 'They needed to know if you still wanted to work at their ladies shop after the holiday. Apparently they are short staffed.' I look at mum nervously knowing what I wanted to say but unsure if I should. Mum sensed my apprehension. 'Don't worry pop-it, I said, yes for you.' She grinned like a Cheshire cat but sensed my nervousness. 'Don't fret you'll be fine. Its so kind of Trish and Dave to help you out. You haven't had a job for six months and we could all do with the money.' I nod but my brow creased like a freshly ploughed field with worry. 'Of course they expect you to fully dress the part but why worry you did such a good job of that over Christmas you'll be fine and its not as if they are short of stock.' She giggles slightly and touches my arm comfortingly. My step-dad, Mike overhears the conversation and walks into the room. 'It's about time you did something for this family. I'm not sure if boys should dress as girls but if it gets you off your arse I won't complain. Just don't expect me to give you a lift to work.' 'Don't be so hard on the lad,' mum says comfortingly. 'He's finding himself and if this is what he needs I give him our support.' Mike shakes his head to dismiss the thought and leaves the room. 'Don't worry about him, 'Mum said' He will come round once he sees you back in a dress. He's a sucker for a good pair of legs.' I smile reassured slightly. 'Everybody has their thing. Its all about working within your boundaries. Anyhow... You're to turn up on Tuesday at 8.30 as Rosemary.' I look concerned. 'We thought that would be easiest for you. Turning up as Rosemary to start your day afresh rather than having to change at the shop. The transition might be rather too much to cope with.' I didn't know what to say. Half of me wanted to refuse but then I seriously had to find a job and start pulling my weight. The other half had fallen in love with the idea of becoming Rosemary and working as a girl. My good old Auntie was right I did want to dress and be like a girl. But who was I kidding? Where they all just pulling my leg and spinning an elaborate and cruel hoax? I hoped not. Mum seemed to think not and when Trish and Dave dropped a huge case of clothes off at the house on the Friday night it all sounded very genuine. Fortunately I was out. 'Have you looked through your new pretty things,' Mum asked deliberately emphazing the words "pretty" and "your". I had. They where indeed beautiful. A co-ordinated mix of various types of skirts, dresses in pretty prints and an assortment of coloured tops. I loved the jacket in butter-soft leather, the waistcoat and the rock-chick T-shirts, even the denim mini skirt. They where all brand new. I guessed there was at least seven complete outfits so I could wear something different everyday if pushed. Not only had I had a good leaf through them I'd tried most of them on within the hour like an excited teenager. They all fitted perfectly. Just like Auntie, Trish and Dave had guessed my size perfectly even the shoes where perfect. Plus I had folded and hung everything neatly in my cupboard in case any of my unaware friends saw my new femme wardrobe. I had initially made room amongst my male clothes but thought it all looked ridiculous so I cleared out some draws and gave them their own special space. 'You'll need a few things I'm sure. We can buy them tomorrow if you like. Perhaps you can make a list. Your sister can help. I'm sure if you ask her nicely she will lend you some accessories. Julie was only too pleased to lend a hand. Sure enough somehow she had heard about the job and the delivery. When she was home from work she was eager to see what I had and mum had to step in to stop her squirrelling away some of my new things. Like two young sisters we rifled through my new clothes and chatted excitedly about my new job. She wanted to see them on and try them on herself so for the first time in our lives we stripped down to our underwear and dressed each other like Barbie dolls. We had such great fun. Mum came in when she heard all the laughter and together they wrote out a shopping list of considered essentials. It was mainly lingerie as x said she would lend me make-up. The following day mum and Julie took me shopping. We bought everything on the list. We shopped like sisters. We avoided the high street multiples and though I couldn't afford it Julie helped me choose some beautiful lingerie from a tiny independent shop. She choose me three sumptuous padded bras, five pairs of fetching panties, four pairs of sheer tights and two pairs of seamed stockings and one sexy suspender belt. Mission successful I bought them both a coffee but had to stop Julie from getting my purchases out in public and announcing her intention of dressing me up. 'Happy?' mum asked. I was and she knew it. 'Anything else before we head home,' she asks. I grin. I had always wanted to wander the isle at the chemist choosing make-up and often eyed enviously the young girls who did so. I pleaded with them to take me. I wish they hadn't it was so frustrating. I wanted to test the shades of foundation, apply sample eye-shadow and coat my lips with lipstick but dressed as I was I would have caused a considerable commotion - life I thought is so unfair. 'You'll have to come again as Rosemary,' Julie said testing a lipstick. Mum laughed opting to buy a few items herself. On the Monday night I got out my work outfit just like my sister and hung it on the door ready for the next day. From my new wardrobe I choose my favourite cream dress with three quarter length sleeves and a cream crochet cardigan, some of the lingerie we had bought the day before and some cream high heels. Julie was just as excited. She came in and helped me moisturise, wax and pluck until I was as smooth as the day I was born. She brushed my hair and repeatedly told me how beautiful I was. When my hair was shiny and straight she gave me a sumptuous pink and lace halter-neck teddy with matching panties that were adorned with beautiful bows. 'Call it a good-luck gift,' she said. I was delighted. 'Ladies love lingerie. Why don't you sleep in it?' she suggested toy-fully playing with her own hair, 'so you can acquaint yourself with the role.' I immediately stripped and slipped the panties on. They felt gorgeous, light and sensual. Next the teddy transformed my body making me feel sexy and cosy not trussed up like a Christmas Cracker as I feared. She was right I felt soft, erotic and incredibly feminine as if born a girl. She then did something she hadn't done for years. She kissed me lightly on the cheek. 'Goodnight Rosemary,' she said with a wink. 'Sweet dreams.' Sleep that was a joke. I hardly slept a wink. I was as excited as a child on Christmas Eve. I slept fitfully all night my mind restless and my cock so swollen I thought I might burst. I eventually rose at seven with a massive erection. I caught my reflection in my mirror and saw a dishevelled girlish figure in a pretty teddy with a cock poking out of her panties. I shut my bedroom door, dropped to my knees, lifted my teddy and quickly relieved myself, blowing almost immediately. I made an incredible mess in Julie's panties but when tucked away my now flaccid cock was barely visible. I dressed in a dream like state hardly able to comprehend that I was going to work as a young lady. I showered and dressed in fresh panties and a beautifully padded bra. I then slipped the tights up my legs and stepped into the dress. It was lined so I didn't need a slip. I sat on my bed as Julie waltzed in, already dressed, and offered to apply my make-up. I agreed. It was just like Christmas again. She lent me a delicate bracelet and an enchanting necklace with a tiny swallow, heart and star charm. She even lent me a watch with a delicate strap and a few dress rings. Together they made my neck look slender, my wrist tiny and my fingers long and slender. I felt perfect, like a Fairy-tale Princess. We had thought of everything. Excitedly I slipped my shoes on and my cock immediately began to throb yet again. Julie noticed instantly and suggested I sort it out before going downstairs. I was horrified. But more was to come when Julie locked my bedroom door and offered to help. I didn't know where to look as Julie, without an invite, lifted my skirt and tugged my tights and panties to my knees. In a trance like state I took my hem from her as she bent and massaged my throbbing cock between her soft hands. 'This should be some handsome hunk' she chuckled yanking my cock as if uplifting a root. 'not me. Imagine that Rosemary - some beefy guy all smitten with pretty you. I'm sure you'd be quick to let him have his wicked way with you. You'd like that wouldn't you?' I was speechless but using my cock in her hand as a crude lie detector she could read my mind like a book. My cock twitches uncontrollably as Julie pulls me faster and tickles my balls like a professional. 'Oh,' she crys, 'I bet we look like a couple of hot lesbians,' And at that point I emit a long gurgling moan. 'Yes,' she says again, 'two pretty girls pleasing each other before work. Sounds good huh?' I nod and Julie looks me in the eye and licks her glossy lips. That was the final straw and as I buck and writhe under her expert hand I explode and for the second time that day spurt my excitement. A broad smile spreads across her face. 'Good girl,' she chimes as if I had just given birth to a child. I grin stupidly aware that I was becoming very indebted to my sister as she milks me dry of any remaining masculinity into a tiny white tissue. 'All done,' she said giving me the sticky tissue with a wrinkle of her nose and without further a do she slid my panties back over my now flaccid cock, popped it between my smooth legs and replaced my tights. I dropped my skirts and Julie brushes them down to ensure I was well hidden. I was now sore as if rubbed by a cheese grater but as limp as a wet paper bag but my groin now had a more pleasing feminine bulge. Julie flashed me a knowing glint and in celebration skipped around me squirting exquisite perfume from a tiny bottle. Its like magic as a canopy of flowers falls like confetti through the air. I spin on my heels inhaling the gorgeously feminine fragrance. I felt like a star ready to perform. A true dream princess. Downstairs mum was waiting patiently for me to appear. 'Doesn't he look hot?' Julie says as I skip into the kitchen and proceed to parade around the table flicking my skirt this way and that. Mum smells my perfume and nods. 'Your legs are so slender, your waist so narrow and your breasts so curvy. How did you manage to look so amazing?' 'Julie helped,' I say gratefully, carefully folding my skirt under me, sitting down to eat. Mike, my step-dad entered the room alerted by all the commotion. I shuffle awkwardly on my stool as he stares at me in disbelief. 'Get up, Rosemary,' Mum sings, 'show Mike what Julie's done.' Nervously I stand and perform a delicate spin on my heels so my dress spirals outwards and he can get an all round view. The room is filled with the sound of my nylons and skirt rustling and my heart thumbing He's almost lost for words. 'You look amazing he says gazing at my long legs. 'I never thought you'd hear me say it but you look absolutely gorgeous.' I spin one more time before sitting back down pleased with his reaction. I didn't expect him to approve as we had never really got on. He was a mans man and he never appreciated having an effeminate step son. I grin proudly as he kisses me on the cheek careful not to smudge my make-up before leaving for work. 'Well,' mum says, 'that's a turn out for the books. It looks as if I may have to watch you or you'll be catching the eye of all the men round here.' I want to tell her to shut up but instead I giggle girlishly and Julie and Mum exchange knowing glances. After I had eaten a small bowl of cereal, Julie gave me a handbag already filled with what she considered female essentials. 'They will get you through the day,' she said. Mum then gave me a hug as if an astronaut leaving the ship to walk on the moon. 'Do you want me to drive you to work?' She asked before i could look inside the bag. 'Thanks,' I say but I've got to face the public and get used to walking in these heels at some point.' 'That's my girl,' mum says and we both look close to tears. 'You won't disown me, mum,' I say. 'You do approve don't you.' Mum glows like the sun. 'Of course I approve. Whatever makes you happy. And I told Auntie about today. She's thrilled and sends her best wishes. Oh and she's looking forward to Rosemary visiting her at the home too so be a love and don't forget. You do owe her that. Stepping out the front door was far harder than I imagined. Mum had to push me over the threshold and then the first tentative steps where agony. Dressing as a girl within the secure walls of our house was a totally different experience to being outside in front of everybody. Andy our postman walked up the drive and gave me a cheeky wink before handing the days letters to mum. 'Good morning gorgeous,' he says as he slips past completely unaware who I was. I blush and look at mum who's beaming like a proud parent. 'Go,' she says waving a hand, 'before you stop the traffic or if you're not careful you'll be late on your first day.' I wave back, glance down at my feminised form and rub my knees together. The soft sheer tights gently caressing my knees is delightful reminder as of my heavenly state. I feel beautifully girlie, I feel as ready as I could ever be. My adventure had begun. I had walked to the high street thousands of times before but today every dainty step seemed like a new leap. Like a stranger in a new town I carefully minced along the pavement swinging my new handbag. I saw so many old things in a new light as if wearing rose tinted spectacles. I tried to blend inconspicuously into the background but my heels clicked loudly, my nylons rasped and my dress swooshed with every graceful movement of my body. I was grateful for Julie's old raincoat as it was cold but finishing just below my hips it did nothing to cover my long slender legs. I hoped not to see anyone I recognise as I attracted quite a few stares from other pedestrians and even passengers in cars, both male and female yet I hadn't the confidence to be flattered or horrified. The fresh morning air penetrated to the bone and I was thankful to be wearing tights. Even though the morning wind whistled round my legs and up my skirt like a chimney. I was quite thankful for this as it kept my cock cold and placid. I found the whole experience exciting and feared my hidden cock may give the game away. The short 30 minute walk took nearly an hour mainly because of the high heels. I simply wasn't used to them, swinging my hips or taking such delicate steps. I hadn't realised how restrictive the dress was or how wide my step was normally. But I loved the restriction. In fact I loved every facet of my new pretty attire. You would not get me complaining about wearing tights or stockings, balancing in heels, wrapping a bra round my chest or hanging a dress off my shoulders. I positively loved the feel of soft silk and lace. The restriction a skirt imposed on me just helped remind myself what I had become. I wanted to be a girlie girl, a high maintenance follower of fashion. By the time I reached the shop, the high street was busy with early morning tradesman and I was relieved to find the door open. Trish greeted me with open arms as I entered and gave me a welcoming hug. I heaved a sign a relief. 'How are you?' she's asks, 'Did you find us OK? Did you walk or get a lift? And do take your coat off. Dave and I have being dying to see you again.' I stood before her open mouthed unable to answer a single question as she fired one after another. I felt like a new schoolgirl at her first day at school standing in front of her form tutor. I grinned stupidly and she spun behind me helping me off with my coat. I fumble with my handbag as she slips it off my shoulders and I'm soon parading round up and down the shop like a catwalk model swinging my hips and tossing my hair just as Julie had shown me. Trish was delighted. 'Oh my goodness,' she shrieks, 'you look fabulous, far more beautiful than I can remember.' I blush and attempt to flutter my eyelids. 'We did wonder if you would have second thoughts. You looked so good on Christmas Day in the dress your Auntie bought for you. I knew there and then that you where better suited as a girl... But,' she sighed, 'it's a brave step and I was never sure you'd take it.' She walks around me staring at her clothes on me as if inspecting a dressed mannequin model. 'but I'm so very glad you did.' She then proceeded to give me a tour of the shop. She showed me the store room and tiny back office. She showed me wear to put my coat, where the toilet was and how to make a drink in the tiny kitchen. Apparently Dave was out and rarely worked in the shop preferring to handle the ordering and administration from home. All the time she talked to me as if a young girl and it wasn't until a few minutes before opening did she turn serious. 'Look, Rosemary love, I don't want to but it has to be said but while your working for me you are to look and behave like a stunning girl. I will call you Rosemary and expect you too behave accordingly. I'm sure I need not remind you that we are a high class ladies store and my customers may not appreciate you being here if they knew your true masculine identity. And if I find you smirking or laughing at any customers or merchandise I will have no hesitation about sending you home. Is that clear?' I nod with agreement. 'I just hope you won't get embarrassed seeing semi naked women or handing clothes and needless to say you must keep that under control. 'She pokes a manicured finger between my legs as if with disgust and I nod with a tiny grin. 'As far as I'm concerned when you're here as Rosemary you haven't got one of those... things - right?' 'Right,' I say blushing and as if it had ears I feel it twitch so as not to be forgotten. New Year, New Career 'Sorry,' she said embarrassed to mention it. 'Lecture over, now lets enjoy. But don't worry I'm going to start you off in the back office, taking stock and filing. Then as your confidence builds and you learn about the merchandise I'll move you front of office and you can deal with some customers. Is that OK?' I nod. 'Everything is clearly labelled so you should be just fine. I don't have a sale until a few days so I don't expect it to be that busy and it will give us plenty of time to get to know each other. She places a hand on my shoulder squeeze me gently. That was it - my induction over. She gave me another warm embrace and led me by the hand to the stock cupboard. Here she gave me a long list of items and told me to take from stock and put out on display. I enjoyed this immensely, able to familiarise myself with the stock, sizes, brands, colours as well as their locality in the shop. Trish was really sweet and she helped me understand the rudiments of retail, even showing me how to sell and not once did she correct any male mannerisms that might have shown through. Mum rung about lunchtime to see how I was getting on and though I didn't take the call I heard Trish gave a glowing report. My sister, Julie popped in too during her lunch break but her visit had an ulterior motive. Yes, she was very complimentary but after she had waltzed around the shop making a mental note of everything she wanted she dropped a bombshell. 'I want these,' she said reeling off a seemingly endless list ending with a beautiful but expensive evening dress. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. 'I don't care how you get them, but I don't expect to pay.' 'B...b...but,' I whimper. 'Trish hasn't mentioned the staff purchase scheme again. This is only my first day. It would be presumptuous for me to mention it again.' Julie laughed. 'Who said anything about paying?' 'You don't mean steal?' I gasp naively. 'I couldn't possibly do that.' 'Now my darling, sweet innocent Rosemary, my pretty little sister' she says wickedly,' You're putting evil words in my mouth. How you get these clothes is your provocative.' She smiles devilishly and I saw my sister in a sinister new light. 'I'm in no desperate hurry I just want to ensure I have a well stocked fashionable wardrobe. I just knew your new found habit would be beneficial to us all.' 'B... B.., but this is a top class shop, these are very expensive designer labels even with a good staff discount I won't be able to afford all this.' 'As I said,' she smirks, 'that's your problem but I needn't warn you if you don't get what I want I will tell everyone I know who you really are and unlike mum, Auntie, Trish and Dave you may not find them so understanding.' She then cheerfully waved at Trish and was gone. I stood motionless for a few moments stunned that my older sister could be so evil. She was asking me to steal from the hand that was feeding me as I knew I would not be able to afford what she wanted on the meagre salary Trish was paying. I nibbled my sandwiches alone in the tiny kitchen contemplating what my scheming sister had planned. How could she be so wicked when all along I thought she was being supportive? After lunch we had a steady flow of customers buying dresses, skirts and tops. I helped as best I could but was relieved to let Trish do the talking. At about four o'clock we had three customers came in at once and Trish got into a flap. I prized myself from behind the counter and offered to help. Trish looked relieved. The first lady in her thirties had chosen a top and wanted to know if it went with a skirt she had bought earlier. She pointed to it on a rail and I agreed and showed her another that went just as well. She bought both much to Trish's delight. The other lady who was in her twenties was far less decisive. She was tall with long brow hair that seemed to float just below her shoulders. She had a beautiful foxy face with bright blue eyes, so deep I thought I could drown in them. The tight fitting dress she walked clung to her like cling-film and she walked with a pronounced swagger. This time I introduced myself. 'Hi,' I said nervously, 'my name is Rosemary, can I help you?' The young lady smiled. 'I hope so, I'm Claire and desperate.' She fluttered her eyelids in a provocative manner and I felt my tamed cock twitch in my silken panties. 'I want an evening dress for a special party at the weekend and have no idea what to get.' I needed a challenge and cheerfully showed her a few things I liked and she tried them on, each time coming out of the changing cubicle to show me and ask my opinion. I was truly flattered that an attractive girl was asking for my advice yet sadly none of the dresses she tried really suited her or fitted particularly well. I began to panic then remembered my sisters want list. She was about Julie's size so I remembered the dress that she desperately wanted and showed her that. Claire was thrilled and she asked me into the changing cubicle to help her into the dress. This was a first - the two of us squeezed in a single cubicle. I unzipped her out of the last shop dress and felt very awkward as she stripped down to a brown mesh bra with lovely intricate embodied detail and matching French knickers. I couldn't help stare at her shapely body wrapped in her sexy underwear. She noticed. 'I love naughty underwear,' she said with a seductive giggle, 'don't you?' I feel myself flush and tremble like an idiot but she didn't seem to mind. This sexy lady made blood rush to my cock. I began to panic as I felt my own panties bulge and imagined her reaction if she saw. I looked for an escape but was hemmed in. With no way out I was forced to watch. And she revelled in my discomfort, proud of her own curvy body, stroking her hands seductively over herself taking much longer than necessary to peel everything off and slide the new dress on. She was an expert initiating every sexy move with planned precision. By the time she was dressed my cock was like a stalk, my mouth dry and my heart was beating so loudly I'm sure she could hear. Fortunately the dress fitted her like a glove. 'Come on Rosemary... What do you say.... And your verdict is?' she asks. I was flabbergasted. 'You look incredible,' I gush over eagerly as she shifts this way and that so the material clung and flowed beautifully in all the right places over her curves. 'Thanks,' she said touching my arm affectionately. 'I couldn't have done this without you.' I was on a role and keen to impress Trish with my new salesgirls skills I suggested she wore some suitable sexy panties, bra and stockings. She liked my advice. I even persuaded her to buy matching high heeled shoes and some incredibly expensive stockings. 'I would like to get into your dress,' she says with a somewhat mocking smile as later she dressed back into her own clothes. 'It's very hot.' I was somewhat taken back and didn't know what to say. I wasn't used to compliments. 'It's last seasons,' I say quickly. 'Pity.' 'Oh no we still have some,' I gush remembering my stock take of earlier. She smiles. 'I'd love too, perhaps next time but you've already helped me spend far more than I intended.' Back at the till she thanked me profusely yet again in full earshot of Trish. 'You'll be the belle of the ball,' I say your boyfriend won't be able to keep his hands off you.' She giggled then blushed slightly. Holding my hand she leaned forward so I could smell her pretty floral perfume. 'Well, Rosemary that would be a fine thing,' she says with a wink, 'Because this girls gay.' I'm taken back slightly especially as she doesn't let go of my hand but gently squeezes it as if prompting a reply. 'G.. G.. Good' I stutter. 'She's a lucky lady. She will enjoy it too,' and I squeezed her hand back. Claire then gave me a seductive wink and fluttered out the door. 'See you again soon, darling,' she sings. 'Enjoy the party,' I say my heart beating loudly and my cock threatening to ruin the line of my dress. 'Did you know that customer?' Trish asks checking the till. 'No' I state proudly. 'Never seen her before.' Trish looks surprised. 'Well, I think we may see her again. Well done I wish all customers are as happy as her and yes you've done incredibly well. Thank you.' With new confidence in my ability Trish felt comfortable popping out the shop for a few minutes. I was nervous at first, what with all the responsibility and dressed as I was but the high street had quietened down and I hoped no one would come in. I was wrong I did have another customer, Uncle George. 'Well, well, well look what we have here?' he shouts striding into the shop as if it was a leisure centre rather than a sophisticated boutique, 'and deary me, all alone looking after the shop too.' 'Hello Uncle George,' I say nervously, clearly remembering the advances he made toward me at Christmas. 'Hello sexy,' he grins, 'how's my pretty Xmas fairy, doesn't your Uncle get a big hug?' He certainly didn't but he didn't give me time to reply. Griping my shoulders and grinding his whole body into mine he presses against my boobs and thrusts his groin in to me. I pull away. 'So you took up their offer of a job and dressed the part then?' I nod warily. 'I must say you look deliciously sexy. Those clothes make you look amazing and your make-up is incredible.' I blush and feel compelled to thank him despite knowing his lusty intentions. 'I particularly like those pretty lips of yours.' I smile nervously and lick my pearly white front teeth conscious that I might have bright lipstick on them. He holds my hands as Uncles do and lifts them aloft so he could inspect what I was wearing. I immediately feel the openness of my skirt as a waft of air blows round my legs. 'Very, very nice,' he said emitting a low wolf whistle shortly afterwards. 'And what exactly are you wearing?' I try to avoid looking irritated. 'As you can see I'm wearing a beautiful chiffon dress from the spring Zinci collection its called Caprice, its available in other colours and has this adorable bow detail and I think it costs...' 'No, no, no.' he said irritably interrupting my patter, 'I'm not in the trade I don't need to know its make or stock reference, I want to know something far more interesting.' He licks his lips and I feel the palms of his hands dampen. 'I want to know what you my Princess are wearing underneath.' 'Gentlemen don't ask ladies.' I replied curtly trying to jerk away. He laughed pulling himself closer, tightening the grip on my hands. 'I'm no gentleman he grins, 'and from what I remember you're no lady.' 'Ouch,' I say my voice rising in pitch, 'you're hurting me. Let me go. What if someone comes into the shop?' 'You better be quick then,' he says leading me towards the changing cubicle his voice hardening like steel. 'I want to see with my own eyes what sexy panties a lady such as you wears.' 'No, no, no,' I scream with a surge of panic but he's not accepting my refusal and he continues to push me into the curtain. I stumble in my heels, hold his hands for balance and struggle to remain standing and for the first time that day wish to back in jeans and trainers. 'Lift up your pretty dress, my girl and show Uncle George your lovely panties,' he drools in a sing-a-long manner. Terrified of what he may do and unable to stall him any longer I grip the hem of my dress and with trembling hands raise the material slowly upwards. I look away as I feel the airs invisible hands swirl around my legs as like a draw bridge revealing its portcullis I lift my skirt to reveal my treasured gateway. 'Higher, higher, higher my girl,' Uncle George shouts until my hands are above my waist and his beady eyes are feasting on my tights. He seems disappointed. 'I can't see your panties for those dam tights,' he curses. 'I thought a girl like you would be into stockings and suspenders not tights.' I grin at him stupidly, 'Oh I'm sorry to disappoint you,' I say. 'next time I'll remember.' Uncle George grins, 'yes you do that but for now don't think you've got off that lightly. Take down your tights.' I gulp as a large lump sticks in my throat and a tear wells in my eye. I wanted to run but now I was trapped in the cubicle with Uncle George blocking the only entrance. 'I'm waiting,' he chimes. Reluctantly, with one hand holding my hem up I awkwardly slid my tights down to my knees so Uncle George can get a good look at my frilly panties. This is time he's impressed and he lets out a throaty gurgle. 'Well, done darling, and may I say what a sexy choice. These beauties are not designed to be hidden from view.' I'm then embarrassed to admit that despite the humiliation my cock begins to stir yet again. But this time covered in only the dainty panties its growth is easily noted by the lusty Uncle George. 'My goodness, you naughty, naughty girl you're enjoying this,' He purrs. His hand dropping to my hips. I want to scream but I'm paralysed as if rooted to the spot incapable of brushing his hand aside he traces the silk and lace with a stubby finger. The sensation is too much and my cock strains for release. 'This is not very feminine,' he chuckles running the smooth palm of his firm hand over my silk covered cock. I groan slightly and he rubs a little harder steadily to and fro and then faster and faster. As he expected, a very few seconds were all that were required before I groaned and ejected a flood of semen into the front of my panties saturating them an instant. I gasp and shake as he continued to rub drawing out any last droplet of sex. Uncle George felt the warm suffusion of my milk seeping through the thin silk and down my legs and from the look on his face I guess regretted that so much delicious cream was going to waste. He knew however that at this age there would be lots more to come. 'That's a turn up for the books,' he says. 'You where desperate to burst. Just look at all that excitement.' I blush with embarrassment. 'Now you can return the favour.' He goes to touch my cock and I take a step backward catching my reflection in the mirror. It's then I see the huge swelling bulge in his own trousers. 'Look what you've done to me too,' he says. 'You've made me all excited. You naughty, naughty girl. Is this normally part of the service? I'm sure Trish wouldn't approve.' I try to escape but he blocks my path and pushes me to the floor. 'I can't go out into the street like this not when those pretty plump lips of yours are so inviting.' 'Oh no,' I cry but before I can say anything I'm on my knees, pinned into the corner. 'Please no,' I plead but he wasn't listening as he unzips his fly. 'You must,' he shrills oblivious to my pathetic moaning. I struggle as much as I can in the confines of the cubicle, on my knees with my tights down my legs and I'm soon staring face to face with his massive cock. I'm not sure what happened next but some natural instinct kicked telling me what to do next. I guess I could have refused but for some hidden reason I did genuinely want to feel his cock inside my mouth. Not his per-say you understand I just wanted to feel a cock. I think it was something magical about my girlish outfit. It made me feel so feminine, so wanton I felt compelled to act and do what any normal girl would do. I understand most normal girls wouldn't let their Uncle subject themselves to such an assault but I had little choice. I was available to him. He saw me as an easy target and unlikely to complain. I felt his cock first invading my lips pushing to find a way inside my hot mouth. Yes, I could have kept my lips sealed shut but uncle George grabbed my hair with such force and tugged it backwards I could not help but open my mouth to scream. I could omit no sound as every available space was stuffed with his hot cock. I felt it rush over my teeth like a bullet from a gun tearing down the barrel. He didn't seem to stop as it continued to snake inside, pushing my tongue aside, forcing my lips wider, straining to reach the back of my throat. I gag for a moment and he monetarily stops his assault. But only for a second or two as after withdrawing slightly for me to catch my breath he thrust his hips forward so his cock once again slides towards my throat and this time he pushes a little deeper. Again I gag and he withdraws a few centimetres then again he repeats the process like an incoming tide. back and forth he rocks, holding my head firm. I sway on my knees and for support grasp his hot cock. I fondle his balls and I feel him stiffen as I let my hot tongue wash his shaft, feeling the bulbous veins ripple over the tips of my teeth like sea on a shingle beech. I fondle him some more and I feel a stirring deep within him, a mounting rumble like a volcano ready to blow, I hear him groan with satisfaction and I catch the odd mumbled word. And then it happens. His beast erupts. Like an extinct volcano with stored fury he shoots his load as if fired from a gun. But Uncle George has no single shot pistol. No way Uncle George has a quick firing repeater that shoots a continuos rally of shots that results in a continual flow of hot thick cream. And the target? The back of my throat. His power and ferocity surprised me and I went to pull my head back but Uncle George had no intention of letting this prize escape as he held me firm by the head and shook himself dry forcing every last drop into my mouth. I had no choice but too swallow and as I took my first gulp he withdrew his dripping cock from my mouth causing his cream to run from my hips like sauce from a bottle. Then he was spent. He stood still for a few seconds towering over me staring down at me like a conquering hero. For a man of such sexual power he said very little, He simply let go of my hair so that I rocked back on my heels and stepped aside. I looked up into his eyes and saw an evil grin. 'Pop my cock back inside,' he said gleefully and I obediently did so. Why I'm not sure but with my mouth still full, I carefully eased his wilting cock back into his trousers and into his briefs. I looked up again into his eyes as I slowly zip up his trousers. Trish returned just as Uncle George stepped back into the shop. She saw nothing wrong. 'Well hello George,' I heard her say, 'have you popped in to give Rosemary your best wishes?' I heard a titter as unable to hold his deposit in my mouth his cream began to trickle down the back of my throat. 'Something like that,' he cheerfully said. I stand and struggle to straighten my tights swallowing the last of his excitement. 'Talking of which where is the lovely lady?'' Trish asked. She's just popped to the loo,' he says all innocently. I venture out of the cubicle and dart into the loo so I can find my handbag almost tripping in my heels. I grab it as if adrift in the ocean and its the only life-raft. I hurriedly rummage amongst its contents to find my lipstick and are appalled to find a condom. "Extra thick, Peppermint flavour." I smirk to myself assuming its my sisters idea of a sick joke and thrust it back inside. Finding my target I quickly reapplied a glossy coat to my lips and dart back into the shop hoping Uncle George was leaving. I was right he waved cheerfully as he opened he door and I threw him what I considered a dirty look. 'Good-bye ladies' he whistled and then he was gone. I turned to Trish hoping she wouldn't see the past few minutes events etched in my eyes. 'Be very careful with that man I don't trust him,' she said, 'and in future if you need to go wait until I get back rather than leave him alone in the shop. Goodness knows what he would say or do to a customer.' 'I'm sorry,' I say still tasting his salty cum in my mouth with first hand knowledge what he was capable of. New Year, New Career 'Never mind dear,' she said, 'In any case think I've got all eventualities covered. Dave recently had installed these tiny CCTV cameras.' She points to some cameras high in the corner of the shop. They don't record sound but I can get a good picture.' As I stare at the cameras I feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. 'I would never let on but Dave also installed one in the changing cubicle.' I gulp, my heart flutters and I feel close to fainting. 'It's very small,' she said, 'no one would notice it but its there as a precaution. It records a full day on a disk and I keep a week before writing over them.' I watch in horror as she then shows me the machine under the desk and takes the DVD carefully out of the recorder and locks it in the safe. 'I'm sure my Dave looks at them occasionally to check up on me and...' she points to the changing cubicle, 'to ogle at the pretty girls.' She puts a finger to her lips, 'but don't tell him I know.' She giggles blissfully unaware of the porn rated DVD she had of me sucking Uncle George off. I simply had to get it back. After what turned out to be an eventful day at five O'clock Trish offered to drive me home. I fetched my coat as she locked up. I was grateful for the lift as having spent the best part of the day either on my feet or on my knees I was exhausted and I looked forward to a good long soak in a hot bath. We didn't talk much on the way home but what little Trish did say I could tell she was very pleased with my efforts. As I stepped out the car she thanked me for the help. 'See you tomorrow,' she chirped as I shut the door. Of course I had little option, like it or not I had to return to work. I had to destroy the incriminating DVD and keep my fashion hungry sister at bay. Does the sexy Claire come again and get into my dress, do I steal, beg or borrow the clothes for my sister Julie? What happens to Uncle George? Does he become a regular customer to the shop expecting special services and what happens to that incriminating DVD? Do I visit Auntie and is it true about amorous young doctors? And of course does my step-dad, Mike disclose the real reason for encouraging me to dress as a pretty woman. You decide.