I am having my adult store fantasy again. I hope we can do it for real soon.
I’d start by calling you and making sure that we could make a day of it. I’d start at home, and call you and start preparing myself. I’d take a warm bath with some girly scented bath oil. And then I’d call you as I gave myself an enema to make sure I am squeaky clean for the time to come. I’d get dressed and you’d tell me to wear a pink shirt and give myself a hint of perfume before setting out.
I’d get to the store and I’d be very nervous. I’d be texting you on the phone to tell you I was there. When I entered the store, I’d make my way over to the lingerie section. A salesgirl would come up to me. Unlike the last time I was there, I can see that she was sharing some knowing looks with some of the other salesgirls. She’d look me straight in the face and ask me, “can I help you?”
I’d look down and mumble something like I was just browsing. She’d step a little closer and say, what’s your name? I’d say my man’s name. She’s say, “no, I mean you are Amanda, right?”
I’d be stunned, even though this was unexpected. That means that you had called the store and let them know I was coming and my fantasy name. I don’t know at this point if you had told the whole name.
I’d be blushing and say, “yes.” She’d giggle and share more winks with her friends. She’s day, “Alexa said you would be here and I’m going to make sure you get what she wants you to have. Looks like you are in for quite a night.” Then she’d tell me to call you, which I would. I’d call and tell you I was here and what next. You would tell me it is time to buy some frilly lingerie and to hand the phone to the salesgirl.
At this point, she would be very nice and be chatting with you, looking over the rack and choosing a whole intimate outfit. She’d hold items up to me to see how they might look. She’d tell you she was getting me a nice teddy, maybe a corset, a bra, all matching course. She’d check with me to make me say things, like–you need stockings now, right? And a garter belt, right? And I would have to respond to this stranger that I wanted these things.
Then she’d say, “It’s time to get some panties.” And then shed choose some to go with the other lingerie and get a few more pairs “to wear under my male clothes.”
But the embarrassment was just beginning. Then she’d say, “its time to get some toys–follow me to the anal section, Amanda.” And she wouldn’t say it to quietly. We’d look at some of the butt plugs and other toys. She’d still be talking to you and say, “Alexa said you already liked one of our big cock vibrators–show me which one.” I’d be embarrassed and show her the one that I took before. She’s say, “wow, Alexa said you took this whole thing in your ass, is that right?” And I’d have to admit it was. So she’d pick it off the rack and put it in my basket. Then she’d say, “Alexa says you like a smaller warmup vibrator, is that right?” and she’d pick a nice pink one out for me. Then she’d tell me that you told her I needed to take something even bigger to “stretch me out”, so she’d pull an even bigger lifelike dildo off the shelf–a full 9 or 10 inch realistic looking black cock dildo. “You like these black cocks, don’t you?”
Then she’d pick out at butt plug and tell me that you told her to get that, too.
Finally she would take me to pick up nipple clips and a few other things. Then she’d say, “do you need some lube?” and I’d say yes. We’d go over to the lube rack and things would get even more embarrassing. “what do you need it for?” she’d ask. “I need it for the vibrators.” “Is it for you or someone else?” (she knew the answer, but was making me say it). “For me.” She’d direct me to her recommended lube for sissies who fuck themselves with dildos. I’d think I was done, but she’d say, “don’t you need some more?” I’d be confused. She’d say, “don’t you need some to jack your little dick?” Mortified again, I’d admit that I do. “Of course you do. Now tell me what you need it for.”
“I need it to stroke my little dick.” “And what is your full name?” “Amanda Littlecock.” “That’s right, Amanda, you little sissy. All the girls here know your name. We all drew straws to see who would get to help you and I won. So come over here with me.” She led me to a darker corner of the store and a couple of the other salesgirls came over. “Show me your little dick, Amanda Littlecock.”
I wouldn’t know what else to do but obey, so I’d unzip my fly and pull out my cock, which had been hard the whole time. All the girls would giggle at it. One would take a photo. “I’m sending it to Alexa. She said she wanted to see how small it was. You are doing the right thing dressing in this lingerie and fucking yourself, because that little thing isn’t a real man’s cock. Put it away so I can stop laughing, little bitch.”
“OK, Amanda. One last thing. I’m going to keep your things here in this basket, but you take this lube, this butt plug, and these panties and go into the bathroom. Make sure your little dick is hard when you come out, because I don’t want you to jack off when you are in there. When you come out, you will have the plug in and panties on and your nasty man underwear in your hand. I’ll keep your phone to tell Alexa how it is going. Meet me at checkout.”
I’d be like in a fog. I’d go into the bathroom and do as she said. I’d be sorely tempted to whack off, but I wouldn’t want to risk the session I know was coming with Alexa when I got home. I’d pushed the plug in and felt that lovely full feeling, and I slipped the panties on. I pulled my pants back up, looked at myself in the mirror to fix my hair, and went out to the checkout as instructed.
When I got there, another salesgirl was there with her. She’d point to the trashcan and say, “throw your old underwear in there. Those are only for men.” Then we’d go through the long process of testing the vibrators, buying batteries, etc. I’d have to touch every vibrator as it buzzed and confirm that I’d like that. All the while, she’d keep up the chatter. “I really like this one–it makes me come. I think you’ll like it in you, too. Did you really take this one all the way in? You must like stretching your ass. Amanda Littlecock–that’s really cute. My friend here said you have a little sissy dick–is that right? Let me see the bulge–is it hard now? I can hardly see it, but I see the little mound.” People in line around me were giggling.
Finally, they gave me the phone back and you’d tell me to head back to my car and call me. The salesgirl I spend the most time with would walk me out. “Have a great time with those toys, Amanda. You will look adorable in all that sissy lingerie.” As I’d leave the store, she would give me a hard slap on the butt to jostle the plug–“have a nice ride home. By the way, that pink shirt is just right for you.”
Plugged, perfumed, humiliated, and shaking with excitement, I’d sit in my car, wiggling on the plug. I’d call you and tell you I was ready. You’d say, “Let’s go to what’s next.”
Anyway, that’s what I’m thinking about. Looking forward to talking to you next time.