My name used to be Thomas P. Palmer, and all my suitcases, briefcases, wallets etc. were blazened with my initials TPP. They still are, but everything is now “tpp” Let me tell you what has happened to me over the last year.
It was just over a year ago, my marriage had broken up about 6 months before and I was missing the companionship, but more so, things my ex used to do to me. So, I am in the mall, in the Lane Bryant store, right near the exit of the mall. I am going through the bins of clearance panties and find several that I really like. When the salesgirl turned her back to answer the phone, I slipped three pairs of panties into my jeans. I continued to look around and as I started to leave I felt a tap on my shoulder. As I turn around I see this stunning redhead who whispers to me, “ I saw you steal those panties! Either come with me right now, or I will tell the sales girl and wait with her for the Police.” I hang my head and follow here out the door.
In the mall she tells me to follow her to her car, she wants to see exactly what I have taken and what she is going to do about it. She then shows me the video on her phone that she sent to her best friend Now she has me on tape and there is nothing I can do. We get in her car and I show her that I have taken a pair of pink cotton bikinis, red micro fiber hipsters, and black lace boy shorts. She tells me her name is Brandy and that I now belong to her. She drives to a secluded spot in the parking garage and makes me take off my pants and under shorts. I now am forced to put on the pink bikinis and get out of the car. I have to walk around car 10 times for her amusement. After this, I am allowed back in the car and put my pants and shoes back on. My socks are to stay in her car.
We head back into the mall and she says we are going to have a busy morning shopping ad hopes that I have plenty of open credit on my cards, because we need it. Our first stop is in Macy’s where we go to the men’s department. “ Ok, so this isn't too bad” I think, but little do I know how wrong I am. First she asks my pants size and I tell her “50x30”. A few moments later, she comes back with a pair of pants and a pair of shorts. She holds them up, and “no big deal”. Khaki pants and white shorts. Now my troubles begin. It is off to the women’s shoe department. As I am being fitted, I turn a deep red. Next thing I know, we have one pair of red pumps, one pair of black open toe pumps, a pair of brown sandals and a pair of five inch red strappy heels. I am told to follow her, that it is time for the first of my appointments.
I am taken to the salon where I get a manicure and set of long nails, and a pedicure. My nails are done a bright “fuck me” red. My legs and eyebrows are then waxed.
Into the mall we go, to Nordstom’s at the other end. Here I am forced to get a makeover. The eyes are a dark blue, deep pink blush, lips as red as my nails with a heavy deep red lip liner. MY mascara is dark midnight black and I look like a professional street walker.
Back into the mall, and Mistress leaves me to sit on the benches in the center of the mall. She tells me she will be back with several surprises. About 20 minutes later, she returns and says “ I have been using your card all day and I love your initials. Your name is now tessaprettypanties. Tell me your name!” “ tessaprettypanties” I say. “Very good” is her response.
I am now sent in to the restroom with a bag items and I am told not to look until I am in the stall. I am told to put on what is in the bag, leave my old clothes there and meet her right back here. I look at her in disbelief and she tells me if I don't move it, she will tell people I grabbed her ass in the mall. Into the restroom I go. In the bag is a sheer white , low cut top, my brown sandals, my new pants and a neon pink sports bra. I almost cry as I look in the bag. I think this won't be too bad until I put the pants on. They are about 6-8 inches shorter that what I wear It looks like I a wearing women’s capris. After 5 minutes, I change and go into the mall. Brandy meets me with a shiny pink patent leather purse, and it is full of the makeup from my makeover. “Pick up the bags and follow me, stay 3 steps behind me and stare at my ankles, not at my ass as you have been!” Ashamed, I follow her orders and it is back to Lane Bryant for me. As we walk into the store, Brandy says, “Hey Sis, look what I brought you! We are going to get his one a lot of clothes, lingerie, and stuff. Here are the tags from what he stole so you can add them to his tab.” Giggling, her sister Amber tells me to show her my panties. I open my pants and Brandy yanks them own around my ankles and tells me to get in the fitting room. Amber comes in and fits me for my first bras. 46DDD, and she picks out 8 of them in red, black, white, lace, under wire, you name it. Since it was August, I was told I would be getting pair for each day of the month, and a second pair for Friday’s Saturday’s and Sunday’s. girl never wants to be without, and it is going to be a “busy” month. Next I am fitted with skirts, tops, camis, slips, stockings, tights, you name it. I am forced to model each outfit as Brandy takes pics. The last outfit is a pair of light pink capris. Under this, I am wearing a black garter belt and black fishnets. I put on my black open toes and it is back to Brandy’s car. Little did I know, she had given my car keys to her sister who would be driving it to Brandy’s home.
Back at Brandy’s I am forced to try on every pair of panties so that she can take pictures of me. She grabs me by chin and looks deep into my eyes. “Little tessaprettypanties’ you have so much to learn this month! Now close your eyes while I cuff you to the bed. When Amber gets off work, your true learning will begin!”
Stay tuned for part two to see what happens next....
Are you a man who craves to be transformed or blackmailed into being a sissy today? Then give me a call at 1-888-402-8669 and ask for Brandy