Hellen Heels

“Just a minute,” she said as she rummaged through some of the shopping bags that were on the floor. She soon found what she was looking for. “Put these on.”

He collected the items and regarded them. “You bought these from my store?”

“Yes, I did. And now I want you to put them on.”

“But …but…but these are a lingerie, a garter, a mini-skirt, and a bra.”

“And so?”

“They are clothes worn by women.”

“And so?”

“You want me to dress up in them?”

“Do you have a problem with your ears? Of course that is what I want you to do.”

“But they are clothes worn by women.”

She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. “Do you want to see me happy or not?”

“Of course I want you to be happy, Kathy.”

“Then just do what I have said, okay?”

Malcolm picked up the clothes and began to put them up. When he was through, he turned to see her holding a makeup kit in her hand. “Don’t even try to protest.”

He looked at himself. “You mean you are not yet satisfied that I am all dressed like a girl?”

“No. I will not be happy until you are looking like a girl completely. And that means in both attire and makeup.”

“Okay, let us get it over with then,” he said as he sat down on the floor.

Katrina Medina

Crossdressing Stories: The Customer is Always Right

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