A Sissy for Christmas

Author's note: This is an older story I've decided to upload while you guys wait for me to continue updating Pushing the Limits. This one is finished and will be uploaded in multiple parts

“No one will ever know”, thought Matt as he ran his hands over the hot pink and black laced corset , admiring its silky feel.
The price tag read 54.99….a little steep but Matt wasn’t worried about the price. He couldn’t let anyone find out about his secret. If he splurged for the corset he would only have five dollars left of his spending money, which would be hard to explain. Worse yet, he still had to get out of the store and pay for it, and that would be even more embarrassing. Sure he could lie…but…Matt quickly ripped off the tag on the corset, matching panties and garters. He smiled. It seemed too easy, as he stuck the stolen items in his jacket, and started to head out. Suddenly, he had a feeling that he was being watched, as a sense of uneasiness came over him.

“Steal from me, will you?”, said the older woman dressed in all dark clothing said from behind Matt.

“No..I swear I’ll pay for those”, Matt stuttered nervously, knowing he was caught.

“Silence!”, shouted the mysterious woman as she came closer to Matt. “If you don’t speak the truth, then you won’t be able to speak at all”. A wry smile came to her deep plum colored lips as she grabbed Matt by his shirt and pointed her finger at him.

“Wha…?” Now Matt was even more scared .

He was worried that if he got caught, he might get in trouble and possibly even arrested for shoplifting, at worst. But what this woman was saying made no sense and just sounded plain scary. Before Matt could do anything, he felt his legs stiffen, as the feelings of numbness accompanied by a plastic sheen started to travel upward to his waist, and seemed to keep going further and further up.

“I feel like I’m becoming a statue”, Matt wanted to say, but oddly enough couldn’t.

The strangest part of this whole thing was that his body also seemed to change in shape, as he could feel his waist narrow slightly, his hips widen, and breasts start to form and sprout out from his chest. His shoulders seemed to also narrow a bit, though his height still remained the same. His facial features softened, as his lips became fuller, his cheekbones higher, and his overall face shaped slightly more rounded. His hair grew longer and fuller also, reaching past his shoulders and becoming blonde and straight in texture.

The last part of the transformation caused him the most physical anguish, which was strange as most of it up until this point had been painless. He could feel his groin being squeezed and compressed as it literally grew smaller and smaller until it completely vanished. Though Matt couldn’t see it what he had now resembled a vagina, but since he was now a mannequin, it remained sealed.

Although this all was a lot to take in, Matt couldn’t help but feel excited by some of these changes, at least the feminization of his body, as he had always secretly wanted to be female. The becoming a mannequin part…not so much. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter, as the witch went to work on dressing him. His old clothes didn’t fit very well now. His shirt was too loose on him now and baggy, except for his perky new breasts which seemed to stick out, showing off his permanently hard nipples even through the fabric.

The witch seemed to particularly enjoy this as she massaged his nipples as she slid off his shirt, and laced him into the corset he had tried to
steal.

“Since you liked these so much, I figured it’s only fitting that you get to wear them now…on display for all to see”, the witch said, letting out a wicked sounding cackle.

She finished his corset rather quickly but continued to fondle his breasts. Although Matt felt slightly aroused by this, the whole thing made him feel uncomfortable- especially since this attention was coming from his capturer. She stopped and then unbuttoned and slid off his jeans, which were too large in the waist but at a bit tight around the hips now.

“Hmmm…nothing here anymore”, the witch said in a mocking tone as she bent to look at his crotch. “Not that there was much to being with no doubt- a man who dresses up in women’s lingerie. Yes, this was a fitting punishment indeed”, she said, as she started to slide up the matching panties- but not before rubbing her doll’s new clit.

“OMG stop!!”, Matt wanted to say. “Just leave me alone!!”, he screamed inside his head as he tried to fight back the feelings of pleasure.

The witch seemed to hear what Matt was thinking as she abruptly stopped. “You ungrateful little sissy!”, she hissed. “And after all I’ve just done for you!!”.
And then without saying anything else, the witch raised her hand and gave him a smack on the bottom.

“Oww!!”, he silently cried. It didn’t hurt, as much as it was unexpected.

“Now, Melissa", she said, as she slid on some lacy thigh high stockings and the garters. “This is your new life…I know as hard as it might feel, this is something that you will deep down enjoy so it is just best that you accept it”, she said, as she rubbed Melissa’s thighs.

“Meliss-aaahhh ooohh”, Melissa hated how sensitive her new body was, and how she was completely helpless to the witch’s touch and whatever she wanted to do to her.

“Yes, Melissa. Your new name for your new body”, said the witch.

And with that the witch picked up Melissa and tucked the new mannequin under her arm and dragged her over to the display window, as if Melissa now didn’t weigh much at all. The witch set Melissa down and fixed her in place, still unnecessarily poking and prodding at her nipples while she made sure the corset was tight enough.

“Yes you’ll do just fine”, said the witch, as she gave Melissa’s breast one final squeeze and spanked her butt once again, as if sensing Melissa’s reluctance towards her new fate.

“Oh and by the way, my dear Melissa” said the witch as she began to switch off the lights and close for the night. “Part of the spell is to make your family and friends forget about you the longer you are here…yes your disappearance may cause a stir at first but since no one will think to look for you here or realize that you actually are here if they do, time will pass and you will soon be forgotten”.
The witch then locked the door behind her and headed out.

Left alone in the darkness with only the other mannequins in the store, Melissa felt like crying now. No one would ever find her, as she was completely unrecognizable now- let alone be able to undo a spell like this. The only way out of this was if Melissa somehow met another witch.

Several months had passed and Melissa could tell that it was close to Christmas now. After months of being changed in and out of various types of lingerie and swimsuit as well as a French maid costume for Halloween, Melissa wondered what she’d be dressed as now. The whole ordeal was a mix of humiliation as well as pleasure and excitement. Melissa had gotten a bit more used to being a mannequin and forced to stay in one position now, but she still hated how the witch treated her like an object and fondled her whenever she dressed her. But she couldn’t deny the arousal she felt while it was happening and how much she loved the silky feeling of each outfit she was dressed in.

Melissa didn’t know what time it was, but she guessed it must’ve been early as the witch was just coming in to open the store. She smiled at her newest mannequin, giving Melissa the chills. The store was filled with several mannequins, but somehow Melissa knew she was the only victim of the witch’s spell.

“Christmas is just a couple weeks away and we need to get ready!”, said the witch. “Melissa, I have the perfect outfit for you, my dear”, she said, her voice dripping in fake sweetness as she held up a shimmery green teddy with white fur trim along with a matching green elf hat.

“Noooo!”, Melissa wanted to scream. “Please God, no”.

As much as Melissa loved dressing up, being put on display made it all the more embarrassing, as anyone passing by could see her. She’d just gotten used to lingerie and bikinis, but the elf outfit was too much. But again, Melissa didn’t have much of a say.

“There we go”, said the witch, as she finished dressing Melissa’s top half. “And now to complete the outfit”, the witch cackled, as she slid a pair of thigh high candy cane striped stockings.

“Why are you doing this to me?”, Melissa felt like screaming The witch was literally turning her into a holiday decoration.

As if she could hear her victim’s thoughts, the witch placed the elf hat on Melissa’s head and smiled.

“Have you forgotten already? You stole from me, Melissa. What better way for a naughty sissy to learn a lesson then dressed up as Santa’s helper? And after all, you are my best display”, the witch let out an evil laugh as she touched the hat, deliberately making the glued on bells jingle.

For the holidays, the lingerie shop didn’t seem to be doing too much business, even with Melissa on display. Even during the rest of the year, the store was never full, but now customers were becoming farther and fewer. Not that Melissa minded too much, since she still felt the ordeal was extremely humiliating.

She continued to stare out the window at the hundreds of usual passerbyers- except today was different. One girl about Melissa’s age- if she was still human- actually stopped in. Of course this wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary….as the usual customers were girls around that age. But what was weird, especially for Melissa, was that this girl seemed more interested in the mannequins than anything else.

The girl, Tiffany, could sense herself being watched, even though there was no one else in the store except the mannequins. Of course, the store seemed to be lined wall to wall with them and they all had this creepy way of looking like they were staring at you. Except for one…the elf mannequin in the window didn’t have the same eerie stare like the rest. She was actually pretty….her facial features seemed more realistic…almost human. Tiffany walked over to the window, her hand on the blonde mannequin’s shoulder, slowly turning her to face her.
There was clearly no mistaking it, this mannequin’s eyes didn’t share the same lifeless expression. Sure, they were plastic, but they had more emotion in them, as if she was once real.

“Because you were real”, Tiffany whispered. With her one hand still on the mannequin’s shoulder, Tiffany quickly said a few words in a low voice.

Almost instantly, Melissa began to gain feeling back in her body again, as the plastic sheen her skin had take on slowly faded away. The whole entire process took about five seconds, at which point Melissa realized she had the ability to actually speak again. She looked at Tiffany, who was obviously responsible for this, and immediately recognized what was going on. “You’re a witch!”, she cried in amazement,
Tiffany stepped back.

“You..you can talk!”, she gasped.

“Well….yeah”, said Melissa. “I used to be human before this…I was just…”,s he stopped herself and started to giggle nervously, then stopped again realizing how much more high pitched it sounded now.

“Yeah, of course. I knew that”, said Tiffany. “It’s just that…you know what I am is all…I guess I’m kinda surprised”.

Melissa giggled again. “Well thank you anyway”. She smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever and hugged Tiffany. “Really…I’ve been waiting so long for this day to come and I…”, her voice trailed off as she rubbed the tears that started leaking from her eyes.

Tiffany hugged her back. “Aww, well you’re welcome…wait are you crying?”, asked the younger witch as she pulled back slightly to look at Melissa.

“No.. I mean yes”, Melissa started laughing again through her tears. “Sorry..I guess I’m just getting used to being human again and everything that comes with it”.

The two girls just stood there for a moment, taking each other and all that happened in the past couple minutes in. Finally, Melissa broke the silence.

“Can we please get out of here?”, she begged, sounding scared. “This place gives me the creeps, especially after being stuck here for so long”.

Tiffany noticed how helpless and frightened Melissa seemed as she cowered next to her, while both the girls looked around at the store and the mannequins that seemed to be piercing them with stares. No wonder Melissa hated being here. Tiffany couldn’t imagine being stuck in a place like this longer than she already had been. Though judging by Melissa’s demeanor, Tiffany wondered if there was something else that was making her so terrified.

“Yeah, definitely. Come on. Let’s go”, Tiffany started for the door, taking Melissa with her by the arm.

“Wait!!”, Melissa said, stopping suddenly. “I really don’t wanna go out in public dressed like this”, gesturing to her elf costume.

Tiffany cracked a smile. “Why? I think its cute”, she teased, reaching over to make Melissa’s hat jingle.

Melissa groaned. “Please, no. What if somebody recognizes me and realizes I’m the mannequin from the display?”

“I highly doubt that’ll happen”, Tiffany reassured her. “Not a lot of people know about or believe in magic anyway. They’d more than likely think you were Santa’s naughty elf who escaped”, she joked.

“ Haha well honestly, I’d rather not be an elf at all for a while”, said Melissa. “My old clothes are long gone by this point. Do you have anything I could wear?”

“What you see is all I have”, said Tiffany, pointing to her own clothes. “But we’re in a mall…I’m sure we can find you something”.

“That’s true”, answered Melissa. “But you are a witch….so why buy when you can use magic?”, she raised an eyebrow mischievously.

“There’s a little more to it than that”, said Tiffany. “Just because you have powers that doesn’t mean you’re supposed to use them so freely”.

“Uh huh…like when you just brought a mannequin to life?”, Melissa countered.

“Technically, that counts as a good deed”, reasoned Tiffany.

“Well so does not making me go out dressed like this and embarrassing myself”, said Melissa, as she leaned in to Tiffany and batted her eyelashes. “So please?”

“Fine”, Tiffany finally agreed. “But just this one time.”

Tiffany muttered a quick spell and in an instant, Melissa was wearing a black and white striped v-neck sweater that showed off her new and ample bustline and a black pleated skirt and matching black tights that accentuated her long slender legs.

“Ooo!!!” Melissa squealed, hugging Tiffany again. “Thank you!!! OMG!! How’d you figure out my size?”

“Magic”, Tiffany replied with a playful and mysterious undertone in her voice. “But you’re welcome…umm wait I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask your name”, she said feeling embarrassed that they’d been talking this whole and yet she didn’t know the girl’s name”.

“Oh, no its fine…Melissa”, the blonde said with a smile, though the question seemed to make her a bit uncomfortable again for some reason.

“Melissa”,Tiffany repeated. “Ok well I’m Tiffany…are you hungry by the way? You must be. You haven’t eaten since- well..you know…”

Melissa nodded. “Yeah, I am actually.”

“Good”, said Tiffany, her feelings about the store returning. “I think we’ve both spent enough time in here”.

“Can we still hang out at the mall for a bit?”, Melissa asked after lunch. “I really need some new stuff…I mean like desperately”.

“Yeah, of course”, agreed Tiffany. “What kind of stuff do you need?”.

Melissa sighed. “Everything pretty much…I don’t have anything..no clothes, bras, panties. Just what you gave me”.

“So you lost everything when the witch cast the spell”, Tiffany finished for her.

Melissa nodded, still not being completely honest and wondering how much Tiffany actually knew, being a witch herself.

“Well, I don’t mind getting you some stuff right now”, said Tiffany. “I mean it’s the least I can do”.

“Oh, you’ve already done so much, Tiffany”, said Melissa, tearing up. “I just have no money or anything now so…”.

“Its fine”, Tiffany assured her, linking their arms together.

“You think this’ll fit me?”, asked Melissa holding up a bra made for a preteen girl.

Tiffany laughed. “No way…at least not in the cups….maybe the band size”.

Melissa just looked at her confused.

“Do you even know what size bra you wear?”, Tiffany asked.

“Well..not really anymore”, Melissa answered, looking away.

Tiffany walked over in front of Melissa. “I know your secret”, she said in a tantalizing tone, her eyes practically sparkling.

Melissa backed up slightly “Uhhh what secret?”, she asked, giggling nervously.

“It all makes perfect sense now, really”, said Tiffany, tapping a finger against her own cheek.”You used to be a guy”, she said, inching very

close to Melissa, as the blonde’s face flushed with embarrassment, indicating she was right. “I mean you totally still have a guy’s appetite, and you don’t even know what your own bra size, let alone how bra sizing works”, she went on.

Melissa just stood there in shock, embarrassed that Tiffany had found out and unable to lie about it.

“Oh its nothing to feel bad about, Tiffany told Melissa, practically purring as she rubbed herself against Melissa. “You just need someone to help you is all. To the dressing room”, she said, holding up an assortment of bras in different colors and sizes in one hand, while guiding
Melissa back towards the area with her.

In the dressing room, Melissa completely fell into submissive mode, as Tiffany tried the different bras on her. It was almost like her past year as a mannequin, but much more enjoyable with Tiffany instead of the other witch.

“Mmm, I think this bra has just the right amount of support and lift”, said Tiffany, as she squeezed both of Melissa’s breasts in her hand gently.

“Yesss”, Melissa sighed happily, as Tiffany began circling around her, stopping just behind her, as Melissa felt a trail of soft kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders.

Melissa could barely contain herself. “Tiffany…”, she begged. “Please, Tiffany can I come home with you? I don’t have anywhere to stay..I wouldn’t ask otherwise..please”.
Only a half lie this time- the part she didn’t tell her was that she desperately wanted to be with Tiffany.

“Of course”, answered Tiffany. “We will pay for these and head home then”

That night in bed, Melissa lay in bed facing Tiffany. Dressed in her new bra and panties, Melissa felt a lot happier than she had in a long time- though she was sure that both her new body and Tiffany’s company had something to do with it.

“Can I ask you something?”, Melissa asked, their faces illuminated by only moonlight.

“You already did, but go ahead,” Tiffany teased.

“You’re such a butt”, Melissa said rolling her eyes. “Anyway….how many witches are there in this town? There’s you and the witch who owns the store…”

“You call me names then you ask me about being a witch”, Tiffany noted, her finger circling the outline of Melissa’s nipple. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Melissa blushed. “Sorry…but I’ll take my chances given that you already seem a lot nicer than the other witch”.

“There are more of us than you think, but we’re definitely still a minority. Some of us use magic here and there and try to make a living by adapting to the way everyone else does. Some are very good at using magic to make a living because they refuse to adapt. The other witch sounds like the second type….especially from the spell she used on you…she’s used to getting her own way, and her magic helps her do it”.

“Oh”, Melissa was quiet for a second. “What else are you going to do with me?”, she asked suddenly.

“What else am I going to do with you?”Tiffany repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Well let’s see what you can do first”. Tiffany pulled back the covers exposing both of the girls’ bare legs. Tiffany wiggled her left foot and toes. “I just painted them today. A nice red for Christmas, and I must confess, yes I did use magic because I always did a horrible job by hand…do you like them?”, she asked Melissa extending her foot slightly.

“Yesss”, Melissa answered, practically squealing in delight.

“Then show me!!!” Tiffany ordered playfully.

Melissa didn’t need to be told twice, as she practically dove at Tiffany’s feet, pampering them with kisses and gentle massages. “Its so not fair!”, said Melissa after coming up for air. “You get the tiny cute feet”. She let out a giggle before practically collapsing at Tiffany’s feet.

“Wow you’re good,”, said Tiffany, reaching her hand down to stroke Melissa’s hair. “You want to come back up here by me where its warm?”, Tiffany offered.

“Yes”, Melissa said. Tiffany’s offered sounded so inviting, as if lying beside her was for something more than just warmth- and perhaps it was as the two girls seemed to snuggle closer together and caressed each other as they fell asleep.

Tiffany was already up the next day by the time Melissa finally woke up. Last night had been amazing and brought on so many new sensations that Melissa had only fantasized about. Smiling, Melissa got out of bed and wandered into the kitchen to look for Tiffany.

“Morning, sweetie”, said Tiffany, as she saw Melissa come in. “I made some tea”.

“Tea for breakfast?”, Melissa asked. “I’m not a huge fan of caffeine…sorry no offense”.

Tiffany just smiled as she set the two steaming mugs on the table. “Oh well then you don’t need to worry…there’s no caffeine in here. Just herbs all natural”.

“Oh ok”, Melissa said as she took a sip. “Its delicious…what did you say was in it?”, she asked, giggling and feeling a little dazed.

“Shhh…don’t worry”, Tiffany soothed, running her hands through Melissa’s hair. “Like I told you…its all good. Now tell me did you like last night?”

“Ohh yes, of course”, said Melissa, cooing softly at Tiffany’s touch.

“Would you like to do it again?” Tiffany asked, gently wrapping her fingers around Melissa hair. “Maybe try something more?”

“Oh I would like to so much”, Melissa breathed.

With that, Tiffany took Melissa by the hand and guided her back to the bedroom. Once there, Tiffany opened her robe, exposing a black leather corset, garters, and lace top thight highs. Melissa just stood there mesmerized by the sight. Tiffany grabbed Melissa’s hands once again and pulled her over towards the bed. Tiffany sat on the edge of bed and gestured for Melissa to sit beside her. Melissa looked longingly at Tiffany and began to gently touch Tiffany’s face. Tiffany smiled and purred softly in response.

“Lay down”, Tiffany instructed her, stopping suddenly.

Melissa did as she was told, as Tiffany lay down opposite her, her dark raven hair splashed across the white bedlinens.

“Now”, began Tiffany again. “I want you to remove my stockings and garters”.

“Yes, Tiffany”, said Melissa getting right to work.

“Good, very good”, smiled Tifany. “Oh and one more thing, refer to me as Mistress”

“Yes, Mistress”, said Melissa as she slid the garters and stockings past Tiffany’s legs and down to her ankles.

“Now remove my panties…using only your mouth”, Tiffany’s brown eyes, twinkling as she spoke.

Without hesitation, Melissa got into position and used her teeth to ever so carefully grasp the fabric and move it downward. Once she finished, Tiffany moved her body directly over Melissa’s face.

“This might be …different for you if its something you’ve never done before”, said Tiffany. “But I just want you to go with it and see how it goes”.

“Yes, Mistress”, answered Melissa, despite her voice being a bit muffled. Melissa started to run her tongue over Tiffany’s sex, gently massaging it, feeling its entirety with her mouth…over and over again. Each pass becoming more enjoyable for both girls as Tiffany started to moan and could already feel her orgasm coming on and Melissa felt herself growing wetter.

Eventually, Melissa brought Tiffany to climax as she released her juices over Melissa’s face, which she more than happily lapped up. Soon after, Melissa felt herself orgasm, as she squealed and moaned in pleasure. Tiffany scooted down and sat back next to Melissa, who was still laying down and smacked her on the butt. Melissa jumped in surprise.

“Ow!”, she squealed, clutching her bottom . “What was that for?”

“Did I tell you could cum?”, Tiffany asked, slapping Melissa’s butt again.

“No…I guess you didn’t ….sorry”< said Melissa, blushing.”Uhhh what was the second slap for?”

“Not calling me Mistress….three times”< Tiffany said with a devious smile as she playfully spanked Melissa three more times again.

“Ow…nooo please no more…I’m sorry that I didn’t wait for you to tell me to cum, Mistress and that I forgot to call you, Mistress”, Melissa said
remorsefully.

Tiffany just giggled. “Ok, you’re forgiven, my pet. For now”, she said as she stroked Melissa’s hair. “But now I want you to take a shower, get cleaned up, dressed and then meet me back in the kitchen after understood?”.

“Yes of course, Mistress”, Melissa answered giggling too.

Melissa did as she was told and found Tiffany waiting for her at the kitchen table.

Tiffany looked up “Did you enjoy today?”, she asked.

Melissa swallowed. “Yes, I did…Mistress. However, I have one question”.

“Yes?”, Tiffany asked, waiting.

“That tea you gave me before…..was it…well it was part of a spell wasn’t it?”, Melissa asked.

“The tea itself didn’t have anything in it to make you do those things”, Tiffany explained, as if she could read Melissa’s mind. “It just put you in a state of feeling very at ease…. and more open shall we say”.

“Oh ok”, said Melissa with a nod. “I understand now”.

Tiffany placed her hand on top of Melissa’s. “The thing to remember is that emotional bonds cannot be brought on by spells alone”. Melissa just stood there. “Meaning you wouldn’t have done those things with me if the bond wasn’t already there…the magic just allowed you to act on those feelings”.
Tiffany moved her hand away and got up. Melissa was quiet for a minute.

“Tiffany”, she finally said.

Tiffany turned around. “Yes?”, she asked

“I think even if you didn’t use some sort of magic, I’d still do whatever you want”, Melissa said with a giggle. “I was under your spell the day you saved me”.

Without even being told, Melissa spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up after their little bit of fun.

“I could definitely get used to this”, Tiffany said, admiring the fresh linens Melissa just put on. “Housework is not my thing”.

“Oh”, said Melissa, starting to blush. “Well I don’t mind doing it…I mean after everything you’ve done for me…it only seems right”.

“If you insist”, said Tiffany with a giggle. “I just usually….”, she let her voice trail off.

“Usually…?”, Melissa asked.

“Well, use magic…y’know being a witch and all”.

“Ohhh..”, Melissa smirked. “What happened to all that stuff about how just because you have powers doesn’t mean you get to use them whenever you want?”

“Well, doing chores is the exception…otherwise nothing would get done”, Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about that with me around anymore”, Melissa said sweetly.

Tiffany smiled. “I know”, she said as she brushed some of Melissa’s hair off her shoulder. “Besides if you’re gonna be cleaning, I think you

need the proper attire, don’t you?”

“Well, I…”, Melissa started to giggle.

“Like a sexy French maid’s outfit”, Tiffany suggested, as she brushed up against Melissa, running her hand over the front of Melissa’s shirt, as it changed into a sexy black lacey maid’s costume.

“Mmm, you’re so good at that”, Melissa said softly, as she kissed Tiffany’s neck.

“Glad you like it”, said Tiffany, as she fingered the lace on the front of Melissa’s corset.

“You know I have been dressed as a maid before”, Melissa began, as Tiffany looked up at her questioningly. “At the other witch’s shop I mean…on display”, she explained. “But I have to say this is much more enjoyable with you and as a real girl”.

“Then I think I might keep you like this”, said Tiffany mischievously, as she ran her finger around in a swirling motion, as two tiny locks appeared around Melissa corset and around her thigh stockings.

“OMG, well this might make things a bit more difficult now”, said Melissa, giggling.

“Oh I don’t think that’ll be a problem”, Tiffany smirked. “Just try it”.

Melissa did as she was told, and it was a struggle- but she enjoyed every minute of it. Melissa thought after she finished, Tiffany would’ve unlocked her but oddly enough she wasn’t disappointed when she didn’t. That night in bed, Melissa was still locked in her outfit, but Tiffany still didn’t seem to have any plans of taking the locks off.

“Are you enjoying your new life?”, Tiffany asked, as se leaned into Melissa.

“Yes”, Melissa said. “I already told you….I mean some of the stuff is a little unexpected but still…I wouldn’t trade it for anything”.

“That’s good”, said Tiffany.”Because….well I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long tim and now…”.

“And now here I am”, giggled Melissa. “I wanna be your little sissy bimbo pet forever”.

“Forever?”, Tiffany asked.

“Well, yeah..I mean as long as you want me to be….”, Melissa said, as the locks and chains suddenly started to move and expand around both Melissa and Tiffany as they held each other.

“Well, now we’re bound together forever”, teased Tiffany. “Or at the least the rest of the night”.

The next morning, Tiffany was up before Melissa once again and the lock and chains completely vanished. Melissa even wondered if she dreamed that she had been chained to Tiffany all night.

“Morning love”, Tiffany said, pouncing on Melissa and keeping her pinned down.

Melissa gasped in surprise. “Tiffany…”, she breathed. “How did you….?”

“I’m always one step ahead of you…comes with being a witch, my love”, she answered as she bent down to kiss Melissa’s forehead.

“I’ve decided I want to know absolutely everything about being a witch”, said Melissa.

“Ok ask me anything”, said Tiffany staring down at her.

“Well, first”, said Melissa biting her lip. “Could you please let me up?”

“Fine”, said Tiffany, rolling her eyes as she slid off Melissa and onto the bed beside her, smiling.

“Were you born that way?”, Melissa asked.

Tiffany nodded. “Yep. That’s how it works. You can’t just become a witch, you’re either born like that or you aren’t. And it runs in families”.

Melissa got up and began to look through the closet. “So your family….?”

“Well, it runs on my mom’s side”.

“And how do you like learn to be a witch?”, Melissa asked as she started shuffling through clothes.

“My mom and gramma taught me everything…well, mostly everything. You learn a lot from reading basic spells and then you can use them for more complex stuff.”

“Makes sense”, said Melissa, looking up. “What about….the whole good or bad witch thing?”

Tiffany sighed and sat up. “That’s something most people don’t get. There is no clear line between a good or a bad witch…its how you use your magic”.

“So then you use yours for the good stuff”, Melissa giggled.

“Most of the time”, Tiffany answered, her eyes sparkling.

“Can I ask you something about a certain spell in particular?”, Melissa asked, her voice going serious.

“Well, I’ll try to answer as best I can”, Tiffany said slowly.

“Ok”, started Melissa. “Well, when the other witch turned me into a mannequin, she said the longer I was there, my family and friends would eventually forget about me….is that really….well is it true?”

Tiffany got up and put her hand on Melissa’s shoulder. “Unfortunately, yes, sweetie. Her spell was supposed to be permanent”.

“But now that I’m human again, does that change anything?”

Tiffany shook her head. “No…..I mean no offense but no one would recognize you now…I’m guessing you don’t look too much like your old self”.

Melissa giggled. “Like not at all. Oh ok. I get it”.

Tiffany wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, love. I know it must be hard and that you must miss your old life and everyone”.

“That’s the thing”, Melissa sighed. “I do…but I’m happy this way now too…and in a way I’m glad..I mean there’s no way I could explain to them that I turned into a girl via a magic spell. And I don’t think there are any plastic surgeons this good…So I guess I’ll just have to get used to my new life with my new mistress”.

Tiffany smiled. “Ok well then, come here, pet..give me a hug”. Both girls were silent as they embraced.

“Can I ask you something else?”, Melissa asked.

“Besides that?”, Tiffany teased.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Can I ask you two more things?”

“What is it?”, Tiffany asked.

“Should I stay blonde?”, Melissa asked, turning towards the mirror.

Tiffany smiled. “Well what color were you thinking of?”

Melissa blushed. “Maybe a little darker..like you. And you do NOT want t know what color it was before”

Tiffany ran her hands through the top of Melissa head, finger combing each strand, as it slowly changed from blonde to dark brown with golden
highlights. “There we go”, she said. “You like?”

Melissa smiled. “Its awesome!!! Definitely cheaper than any salon….its a big change though…can I go back to blonde for a while?”

“Sure”, Tiffany shrugged. “Maybe it’ll be a change for the spring then”, as she ran her hands over Melissa’s hair again, lightening it back to blonde. “This is definitely a less damaging way to get your color back too”.

“Thank you so much. Again. For everything”, said Melissa, turning to face Tiffany. “And if there’s anything I can do to-“

“Um yeah there is actually…have you forgot our little agreement? Think fast!!”, Tiffany said with a smile as she hurled a pillow at Melissa.

“OMG!!!” said Melissa. “You want a pillow fight though…you’re on!!!”, as she picked up the pillow Tiffany threw in her direction.

“That’s ok…its just extra work for my little sissy maid later”, Tiffany said , in between laughs. “Hey--!”, Tiffany said, as Melissa threw the pillow back at her.

“Loser wears the maid outfit”, said Tiffany as she tossed it back at Melissa, and then pounced on her.

“Ughhh no fair!! That’s cheating”, said Melissa with a giggle.

“Maybe”, said Tiffany “But you look sooo cute in that outfit anyway so why mess with a good thing?”

“I was thinking”, Melissa said later that day. “I need to get a job”.

“Well, that shouldn’t be too hard…I mean you still are you on the inside, so you can probably get a job doing what you did before, right?”, Tiffany asked.

“That might be kind of hard…I mean I have nothing to go on….all my experience is connected to my old identity. I’m like a completely new
person now….plus if the guys I used to work with saw me now…..”

“They’d totally want a piece of you”, Tiffany teased, a tiny hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Ughhh that’s gross!!”, said Melissa, turning away and blushing slightly.

“Wait”, Tiffany began. “Are you saying you’re not into guys?”

“Not really”, answered Melissa. “ I mean you just said I’m still me on the inside…the spell didn’t change that much”.

“So you’re a lesbian”, Tiffany said with a giggle.

“Um pretty much”, said Melissa. “You couldn’t figure that out after…..everything?”

“Oh…whatever”, Tiffany said dismissively, smacking Melissa’s butt. “Anyway, maybe you could look for a job at the mall? And while we’re there
we could get you some more clothes”.

“I’m definitely gonna need to start rebuilding my experience so I may as well start somewhere”, Melissa reasoned. “And you know I’m always down for shopping”. She turned to face Tiffany and noticed a slight mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Wha-? I know that look”, Melissa said quietly.

“Oh I was just thinking”, said Tiffany. “We do a little lingerie shopping too. At a certain store”.

Melissa’s smile disappeared instantly. “I knew you were up to no good! Tiffany, that’s asking for trouble!!!”.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. That store is hella creepy but I doubt anything bad is gonna happen if we go there”, as she turned to face the mirror and began adjusting her hair.

“Yeah because we’re not going”, Melissa said, noticeably pouting, her arms folded.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. “You telling me what to do…that’s a switch”.

“I’m serious, Tiffany”, Melissa said, sitting down on the bed. “You know I love shopping with you and I’d never turn that down but please….I can’t go back there”.

“Melissa, she can’t do anything to you. I’ll be with you the whole time”, said Tiffany, meeting Melissa’s eyes in the mirror.

“I’m not so sure”, Melissa muttered.

“Melissa!!!”, Tiffany said, turning to face her.

“Tiff…you don’t understand. You weren’t trapped there as prisoner like I was, and trust me- you wouldn’t want to be. You don’t know what she’s capable of…she’s a witch and you’re a witch but you pretty much said yourself before that the kind of witch you are depends on how you use your magic. I think after what she did to me- we can both agree that she doesn’t use hers for anything good”.

“How about this?”, Tiffany started. “I’ll go there by myself, just to prove to you that nothing bad will happen and then next time-“

“Tiffany-no!! Are you even listening?? Please!!! You can’t…I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if something happened to you and I wasn’t there to protect you”.

Tiffany gave Melissa a quick hug before heading out. “ Well, if it makes you feel better you can just stay home…I promise nothing’ll happen, and you’ll get some new lingerie out of the deal too so you really-“

“Hey wait”, Melissa started to interrupt as Tiffany turned around and gave her a weird look.

“Melissa, nooo!!”, Tiffany started to protest as Melissa caught her off guard and pounced on her, pinning her to the floor.

“Guess you can’t leave now after all”, Melissa said, grinning.

“You’re being such a pain”, said Tiffany, as she struggled to throw her off.

“Maybe but if it means keeping you safe”, said Melissa as she kept Tiffany in place, who was now smacking Melissa’s butt in an effort to get her off.

“Get off!! Come on, you’re heavy you know? You’re getting fat” Tiffany teased. “Please?”

Melissa gasped jokingly. “OMG take that back!! I’m not fat”, as she started to tickle Tiffany.

“Melissa…nooo please”, Tiffany begged in between fits of giggles. “Please…just let me up”.

“Maybe”, the blonde said, leaning in forward. “On one condition though- you have to promise you won’t go back to the store, deal?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, though she was still laughing. “Ok fine, you bimbo..I won’t”.

Well, promises were meant to be broken, thought Tiffany. And witches didn’t exactly have the best reputation for being trustworthy. For the rest of the day, Melissa wouldn’t let Tiffany out of her sight, and so Tiffany had to wait until early the next day to sneak out to the mall. It was really a silly argument but Tiffany was determined to prove to Melissa that nothing bad would happen if she went to that store.

It was a few days before Christmas and for the most part, the mall was packed- with the exception of the lingerie store. Of course the store was still filled with mannequins- minus one in the display window where Melissa had been.

“Ok so far nothing too weird”, Tiffany noted to herself, as she entered the store.

Although as soon as she did, she immediately felt a cold shiver and dozens of pairs of plastic eyes staring at her. It really was kind of creepy and she wanted to leave, but not before she got something for Melissa. Tiffany started to head for the back of the store towards the corsets when she heard footsteps behind her.

“Oh so its you”, said a voice causing to Tiffany to quickly turn around where an older woman dressed in all dark clothing stood. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting the young little witch who got in the way”.

“I….”, Tiffany started to say, but couldn’t finish.

“It’s a shame that your mother never taught you how rude it is to undo someone else’s spell”, the older witch continued. “You really should be taught a lesson”.

Tiffany could feel hear heart beating faster now and her survival instincts kicking in. “No!!!”, she said backing away. She wanted to run but the witch was blocking the exit.

“What’s the matter, Tiffany?”, the witch asked. “Afraid to use your magic to fight back?”

“How did you know my name?”, Tiffany asked, trying not to let her fear come through her voice.

“I know everything, Tiffany”, the witch said, stepping closer to her. “And I must say it takes a lot of nerve and foolishness to come back here…that seems to be the problem with the younger generation of witches today”.

Tiffany was desperately trying to figure out how to get out. Should she make a run for the exit? She had to. Just as Tiffany started to dash out past the witch, she felt a zapping pain hit her legs as they grew completely weak and numb as she toppled over. Tiffany felt the numbness travel up her entire body as she grew stiffer and felt completely helpless. The witch laughed as she walked over and picked Tiffany back up.

“My new display mannequin”, she said gleefully. “I really did think you would be more of a struggle, being a witch yourself but clearly I overestimated you”.

Tiffany quickly realized what was happening…she was stuck as a mannequin now and at the other witch’s mercy. This wasn’t good. She couldn’t use magic at all now.

“As you may have noticed”, the witch continued. “There’s a vacant space available right upfront for a new mannequin….I really do need it to complete my holiday display”.

“Nooooo!!”, Tiffany wanted to scream. She wasn’t in any hurry to figure out what that meant.

“My last mannequin was displayed in a delightful elf costume but since both she and the outfit seemed to have vanished, I’ll have to come up with something even better for you”, said the witch, her voice dripping in what seemed like joy, as if she really was enjoying this.

“She’s crazy”, Tiffany thought.

“No, not crazy”, said the witch. “I just don’t like others stealing what’s mine…and don’t look so surprised, Tiffany…you should know that I can hear my captured’s thoughts….didn’t you learn anything at all from spell practice?”

“You’re horrible..no even worse, evil”, said Tiffany. “I saved Melissa….you tried to take her life away by turning her into an object for stealing.
You use your magic for pure selfishness”.

“Oh, don’t act so innocent, missy”, laughed the witch. “I have seen you use your magic for some selfish pleasures in the past few days. I gave
Melissa what she always wanted when I turned her into a mannequin…”

“No you didn’t!!”, Tiffany hissed. “She hated being here. She didn’t wanna spend the rest of her life on display…she just wanted to be a normal girl…I did that for her!!”

“My, my so feisty aren’t we?”, laughed the witch. “”You’ll learn soon though, just like Melissa, that it’s best not to fight me and just take your punishment, dear”. The witch laughed at her choice of own words. “My deer…..I know what to do with you now, love….with you and your doe eyes….”. The witch walked away for a few brief seconds, leaving Tiffany wondering what she had planned for her.

“There you are!!”, said the witch returning with a red corset, lace top thigh highs, and reindeer antlers.

“No no no”!! Tiffany begged. At this point she’d take Melissa’s elf costume. “Is all this humiliation really necessary?”, Tiffany said,, as she helplessly stood there while the witch dressed her.

“Nonsense!!”, answered the witch. “You young ones simply have no holiday spirit!!”

“You’re never going to get away with this!!”, Tiffany fought back. “Melissa already knows all about this so-“.

The witch cackled evilly. “Melissa!!! That’s the best I’ve heard yet….don’t be ridiculous….Melissa will not be coming back here anytime too soon, this you already know. And the same rule applies to you..the longer you’re gone, eventually you’ll be magically erased from everyone’s memory ….even your own family of witches, even Melissa”.

Tiffany was stunned. That couldn’t be true and yet she knew it was. No one in her family had any reason to come here so they’d never find her, and Melissa was so adamant about not coming back here…it was hopeless.

“My, you certainly are in a mess aren’t you?”, the witch said. “But at least you have forever to think about it”.

“Nooooo!!”, Tiffany hated this…..she just wished she’d listen to Melissa who she’d probably never see again.

Back at home, Melissa was finally waking up, even though it was already after one. Tiffany was out of bed already, and that was nothing new. Until Melissa remembered their conversation yesterday. A pang of worry made Melissa get up and look for her, hoping she’d be in the kitchen. She wasn’t, but there was a note from her that made Melissa practically jump out of her skin, as she read it. “I’ve gone shopping love…you can’t stop me, But look on the bright side you’ll have some new lingerie to wear”.

“Please don’t do anything stupid, Tiff”, Melissa thought. Shopping for lingerie could mean anywhere, it didn’t have to be- oh heck, it was Tiffany, of course that’s where she was.

Melissa got ready as quickly as she could and made her way to the mall…maybe Tiffany was right all along and was completely fine, but Melissa had to find her first.

An hour or so had passed in the mall, and all Tiffany felt was more embarrassment. An elf was one thing…a reindeer….it was too much.
The witch came back in after lunch, humming merrily. “Oh, Tiffany….are you enjoying your new life so far?”
Tiffany couldn’t take anymore- being forced into submission and helpless like this. “I hate you for doing this to me!! Is your life so pathetic that you have to fill it with mannequins so you’re not alone?”

The witch only smiled. “Oh on the contrary, I do prefer their company as they are so much more well-behaved and quiet than their human counterparts”. She tapped Tiffany on the nose. “You, I can see however, needs a little more….smoothing out”.

Tiffany wanted to cringe at her touch. What more could she do to her?

“I was right in originally assuming you’d be a challenge”, said the witch. “But what you have yet to realize is this is not the worst I could do to you”.

Tiffany was confused. “I’m trapped as a mannequin, in a stupid outfit and I can’t use my magic…”

The witch shook her head. “Nah uh uh, my dear. You fail to see my generosity in putting you on display …I could always have you put in storage for a while or recycled….”

“OMG stop…you can’t!!”, Tiffany begged.

“I wouldn’t want to have to. The choice is yours..let’s see how you do”, said the witch, patting Tiffany on the shoulder.

Melissa finally got to the mall and braced herself for what she was dreading. The closer she got to the store, the more she could feel something was wrong….and as soon as she got to the outside of the store, her feelings were confirmed.

“Omg noooo”, Melissa whispered, touching Tiffany’s arm, as tiffany felt a wave of love come over from her Melissa’s touch. “Why? I told you not to come back here. Why did you have to-?” Melissa stopped suddenly, as the witch appeared behind her.

“Planning on stealing from me again?” the witch asked.

Melissa turned around. “Let her go!!!!”

“Or you’ll do what exactly?”, said the witch in an amused tone.

Melissa looked up at Tiffany longingly, then back at the witch. “I….”

“Let me make you an offer”, said the witch.

“No, Melissa, don’t fall for it!!!!”, Tiffany desperately wanted to say.

“ I’ll give you her back…if you do as I say for the entire afternoon”.

Melissa raised an eyebrow. “Well..what would I have to do? You mean cleaning..I can do that”

The witch laughed. “Oh no, my dear…don’t be so naïve. Let’s head to the back and I’ll show you and you’ll understand”. The witch beckoned towards Melissa.

Tiffany wasn’t sure exactly what the witch was planning but she knew whatever she was offering was a trick. Feelings of guilt washed over her as she knew this was her fault.

Melissa kissed Tiffany’s hand before letting go of her arm and following the witch.

Once they go to back room, the witch closed the door. Melissa could barely see anything at all until the witch turned on a light switch near the wall. The room was mostly empty, except for a few boxes along with plenty of cobwebs and dust. It was about as creepy as the rest of the store, Melissa decided.

“You are quite the good little sub”, the witch commended. “I’ve seen you in action. If you can survive what I have in store for you tonight, you can have your little witch back. But be forewarned this is not going to be an afternoon of Tiffany’s childish games for you”.

Melissa stepped back “Wait what do you-?”

Before Melissa could say anything else, the witch snapped her fingers and two identical burly men in front of Melissa.

Melissa let out a squeak of fear. “No please…I can’t”, her voice and body both trembling.

“Now, now we have a deal remember?”, the witch said.

Melissa gave a half nod before she found herself pushed to the ground on all fours. One of the men positioned himself directly behind her while the other stood in front of her. The witch stood between them both, observing the whole thing. Melissa looked up at the witch pleadingly, as she saw the witch whisper something to each of them men, and all of them laughed looking down at her.

When she least expected it, Melissa felt her backside get rammed, as she yelped in surprise. Another thrust, and she let out another cry. It felt painful, but oddly enough she sort of felt pleasured by it. But then immediately disgusted, realizing she felt that way. Another push, and Melissa thought she was going to break. It was too much, Melissa couldn’t help herself as she started to moan.

“What a good little slut”, said the witch.

Melissa looked up. “No..”, was all she could squeak out before she felt herself get rammed again.

The witch motioned to the second man, who unzipped his pants, revealing his massive 11.5 cock. Melissa assumed that his twin’s was just as
big, from the feeling of it. He knelt down in front of Melissa.

“Suck it, slut!”, he commanded.

Melissa didn’t want to but she knew she had no choice and so she went to work with the nasty deed. And it was nasty as both men rammed her from both ends, she could barely keep up . Having a strong gag reflex didn’t help either as she tried to suck deep but felt like throwing up.
Finally after a few minutes which felt like hours, both men at the same time reached their climax- spraying Melissa in a bath of cum. This was by far the worst part, as her face, clothes and her hair were caked with it. Melissa sat up, feeling tiny as both of the men got up and looked her over. One spit in her face, while the other reached out and smeared the cum around her face, completely ruining her makeup as it mixed with mascara tracks.

“Stop it!’, she whined in a tiny voice.

One of the men pushed Melissa on her back. “What did you say, you little sissy slut?” , causing her to yelp in surprise.

“I think she needs to be taught another lesson”, his twin said, as the first man held Melissa down.

“That’s enough, boys!”, said the witch. “Let her go!!” Within an instant the two men vanished as quickly as they appeared.

Melissa put her hand to her head, feeling dazed. The witch was standing by the exit, looking ready to leave. Melissa stood and followed her out.

“My goodness, Melissa…you certainly look a mess”, said the witch as she looked at the cum stains on Melissa’s clothes and lifted a tangle strand of Melissa’s hair which was now damp and matted.

“Yeah”, Melissa muttered, still feeling out of it. “I feel so sore and tired”.

“Sure you do”, the witch said in a soothing voice, placing her hand on Melissa’s shoulder. “You should go home and get some rest, take a shower...”.

“I definitely need a shower”, Melissa agreed. She looked around the store blearily at all the mannequins who just stared back at her with blank expressions.

“Wait- mannequins?”, Melissa started saying, her mind trying to piece things back together. “The mannequin in the window!!!” Melissa rushed over to where Tiffany was, knowing that the mannequin had some kind of importance but couldn’t remember what.

“Oh you don’t need to worry about that”, said the witch coming over. “Its just another mannequin”.

“Just a mannequin”, Melissa repeated.

“Melissa, no!!! Don’t do this!”, Tiffany thought suddenly realizing what was happening. “Don’t let her get inside your head and control you”.

Melissa gave Tiffany another glance, still unsure.

“Please”, Tiffany begged.

“Its just a mannequin, my dear”, said the witch a final time, placing both her hands on Melissa’s shoulder, her tone revealing obvious annoyance.

Melissa flinched slightly and turned away from Tiffany- and in that moment Tiffany could feel her own heart break inside of her.

“Melissa…..”, she wanted to call out so badly but couldn’t. It was hopeless..she really was stuck like this forever now, and the other witch had won. Tiffany wanted to cry, and even though it was probably just her imagination, she felt a single warm tear making its way down her plastic
cheek.

Maybe it really was real because Melissa saw it too just by chance as she glanced back one more time. “But mannequins can’t cry…”, Melissa said, touching Tiffany’s cheek, and catching the tear as everything suddenly came back to her.

“Tiffany!!!!”, Melissa said , hugging her close as she finally remembered. “I’m so sorry, my love”, she said, starting to cry too now. “You have to turn her back now!!”, Melissa told the witch, still holding onto Tiffany.

The witch just looked at her, unwavering. “Excuse me?”

“You said if I did as you said you’d change her back!!”, Melissa said, trying not to cry. “So now you have to help me!!”

The witch laughed. “Oh Melissa, you misunderstood..I never said I’d change her back..I said you could have her back..and that’s what you’ll get. You can have her back, just as she is”.

“Nooo! I have to- oh I’m sorry, Tiffany”, Melissa said sobbing now, caressing Tiffany’s face. She looked into her eyes which seemed to still hold all their usual passionate emotion that Melissa loved so much, and suddenly felt the compulsion to kiss her frozen lips.

Tiffany started to feel less stiff- a lot less stiff. She felt herself take a deep breath, as she hugged Melissa back and practically fell into her arms.

“Hey love”, Tiffany said, as Melissa quickly caught and steadied her.

“You’re ok!!”, Melissa said completely surprised. “How did this happen? I didn’t do anything did I?”

“Didn’t you ever read fairytales growing up?”, Tiffany teased. “True love’s kiss”, as she kissed her back.

“OMG!!! Its just like Snow White!!!”, said Melissa giggling.

Tiffany pulled back slighty. “Um love”, she said with an awkward laugh. “No offense, but you kind of need a shower. What happened?”, she asked as she tried to run her hand through Melissa’s hair which seemed hopelessly tangled and sticky.

Melissa sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah I know. Long story. Umm but at least I have you to help me…because I think I really need it”.

“I’m sorry to break up this happy little reunion”, interrupted the witch, who’d been standing there. “But you both are not about to walk out of
here, unpunished”.

Melissa stepped in front of Tiffany, who rolled her eyes. “God, when are you going to give up already? You lost..your magic can’t beat true love- that’s what saved Melissa and me both times- so game over”

The witch for once didn’t have her usual sickly smile on, but instead looked angry. Like she was outsmarted and wasn’t happy about it.

“Careful, Tiff”, said Melissa, as she stepped back and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“What else can she do to us?”, Tiffany asked.

“Umm I think we just spent all day seeing firsthand what she can do…don’t tempt her”, Melissa warned.

“That mannequin bit is seriously getting old”, Tiffany said rolling her eyes. “If one of us gets turned into one again, then so what? We know how to break the spell now…besides aren’t you forgetting something? I’m a witch”

“Unless we both get turned into mannequins at the same time”, said Melissa.

“Enough!”, shouted the witch. “This particular exchange about my magical abilities has been quite interesting but I must agree, it is time to step things up”.

Melissa grabbed Tiffany’s hand and squeezed. “Please, love”, she whispered. “I hope you can beat whatever she tries to throw at us now”.

“Yes, Tiffany”, said the witch. “I’d like to see how you get out of this one. Grab her!!”

It took Tiffany a few seconds to understand who the witch was talking to when she realized it was Melissa, who grabbed her from behind.

“Wha-?”, Tiffany gasped, trying to put together what was happening. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, love”, said Melissa. “This isn’t me…I don’t want to do this but I can’t help it”.

“But you can’t let her control you!”, said Tiffany, desperately trying to get out of Melissa’s grasp. “You have to try to fight it!!”

“Hold her still”, the witch instructed.”I have had enough of watching this little spoiled brat’s amateur use of magic- if you won’t use your magic properly then you won’t have it!”

Melissa gasped. “Can she do that? I didn’t think it was possible that a witch could take another witch’s powers away”.

Tiffany shook her head. “Not unless…she’s more powerful than we thought. There’s a Royal order of witches that’s very old and extremely powerful, and they can strip other witches of their magic at will. I knew there were some members left..I just didn’t think …”

The witch smiled again. “Surprise surprise, Tiffany. Looks like you did do your homework after all.Keep her from moving, Melissa”.

Tiffany continued to try to struggle free, surprised at Melissa’s strength. “Please don’t let her do this!”

Melissa kissed Tiffany’s neck softly.”I’m sorry sweetie…you know I’d never do anything to hurt you on purpose”.

Tiffany leaned into Melissa. “It’s ok, love..I know. The fact that she’s using you to get to me is just because she knows it’ll hurt more coming from you”.

The witch got into position and began to say a spell.

“No!!”, said Melissa, and at the very last second pushed Tiffany out of the way, as the two fell on the ground.

Laying side by side, Melissa’s arm still around her, Tiffany slowly started to sit up. “Melissa”, she whispered, nudging her gently.

Melissa opened her eyes and dropped her arm, letting Tiffany go. “I told you I wouldn’t let her hurt you”.

Tiffany smiled. “Thanks, honey”.

THE END...for now

Should there be a sequel? Let me know your thoughts below!!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

It all started with a simple job application at the local mall. At 21, Evan was a college student who still had no clue what he wanted to do in life. At some point during the first two years of college, he had decided on a major in communications, with a minor in business, since he figure it might be helpful to have in the long run. Presently, however, Evan was gainfully unemployed and currently living on the money from student loans.

Money was getting a bit tight, though, when Evan had decided to get an apartment off campus with his girlfriend, Chloe. Chloe was a double business and arts major at the same college, but was able to already make a living in her career of choice, as she currently had a paid internship as a graphic designer. Evan had already applied to a few stores in the mall that he figured he had a fair chance at based on his limited experience. So far, though, nothing had panned out yet during his past week of job hunting, which was why Evan decided to put in an application at Hidden Desires- a lingerie store that had just opened up a few weeks ago.

Evan’s motivations were based on more than just making money, or even the fact that it was a shop that typically sold sexy undergarments to attractive young women, though. Rather, Evan had his own secret desire- he often fantasized about BEING a woman, and had even done some shopping of his own at the lingerie boutique. Not that anyone had ever caught on-thankfully. Evan usually just lied and said he was shopping for his girlfriend. In reality, though, Chloe’s tastes were a bit too vanilla for the items sold at Hidden Desires. Evan had mentioned the idea of his fantasy- or perhaps fetish as some might call it- of dressing up as a woman to Chloe once, and she had said she wasn’t bothered by it, but he could also tell that it wasn’t something she’d be particularly into.

Evan was never more surprised when he had actually gotten called for an interview at the store, though, which had gone reasonably well. A few days later, Evan received another call from the store, and was told that he was being offered a part time position as a sales associate. And now his first day on the job had finally arrived….Evan was feeling a bit nervous- and excited, as he drove to the mall. Evan pulled into the mall parking lot at 11:57am, just a few minutes shy of his first shift.

Evan quickly headed for the mall entrance , and was promptly greeted by Hidden Desire’s owner as he entered the store.

“Hi, Evan”, said Jacqueline Roman, in a warm tone, as she extended her hand and looked at him directly in the eyes. “Nice to see you again”.

Jacqueline (never Jackie) was an attractive woman who appeared to be somewhere in her early to mid-forties with perfectly styled brown hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and green cat-like eyes. Although standing only at 5 feet four inches in height, Jacqueline appeared taller, due not only to her usual high-heeled stiletto pumps, but also the air of superiority she exuded.

“Hi, Mrs. Roman”, Evan said, nervously hoping he hadn’t stumbled over his words. He wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to address her in such a formal manner, when he was sure that he had told him to call her by her first name during their interview.

“Please, it’s Jacqueline”, she reminded him in a brisk tone, as she led him towards the back of the store.

Evan quickly glanced around at the various items of lingerie displayed around the store. He found himself becoming both intrigued, as well as aroused at the numerous styles of corsets, garters, and stockings.

“So..are you nervous?”, Evan’s new boss asked, catching him slightly off guard.

Her tone was serious, but Evan saw that she had a slight playful look in her eyes. Still, Evan couldn’t also help but notice how she had practically read his mind- at least about him being nervous. Maybe Jacqueline was just exceptionally good reading people, or maybe he just gave that vibe. Either way, he hoped that she hadn’t caught him checking out the store’s merchandise a few minutes ago, or worse yet- had figured out what he wished he could do with them.

“I…uh well, maybe a little”, he replied honestly, hoping that he wasn’t blushing.

Jacqueline smiled. “Don’t be”, she reassure him. “You said you’ve worked in other retail jobs before, right?”

“Well …yeah”, Evan admitted. “But I mean, they weren’t like this…”.

“Oh, trust me…retail is retail”, replied Jacqueline in a rueful tone. “However, I will agree with you, and say that I like to hold our store to somewhat of a higher standard”, as her voice took on a measure of pride.

“In any case, you have nothing to be nervous about”, she continued. “In fact, by hiring a young male employee, it may even prove to increase the number of customers we get in our store”.

Evan wasn’t sure exactly what Jacqueline meant by that. He quickly caught his reflection in a store mirror. At 5 feet 11, Evan was both tall and lanky. His natural strawberry blonde hair colored had been lightened to a full peroxide blonde, which he kept short with a slightly spiked style. His eyes, which were blue-green, were typically his most complimented feature. Evan hoped that she simply meant that by having guy work in the store who was somewhat decent looking, it might hopefully attract more customers. He also hoped that Chloe wouldn’t find out, since she was definitely the jealous type, which was why he hadn’t mentioned where he had gotten a job.

“All right….so you’ll be working today until six”, Jacqueline confirmed, quickly glancing down at her watch. “For the first two hours of your shift, you’ll be working on sorting our shipment, so you will have a chance to familiarize yourself with our merchandise” .

Evan was careful to keep himself from grinning, as he was genuinely excited to become familiar with the store’s inventory on his first day. He could imagine the soft feelings of all the different silk, satin, and lace….

“Then…at two’o clock, you’ll be working with Savannah, as a cashier…”, Jacqueline continued on, jarring him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?”, he said, hoping he hadn’t missed anything too important.

“Savannah…my daughter. She is also working at the store part as one of the supervisors so she’ll be training you today as well, as a cashier”.

“Oh…your daughter also works here?”, he asked, hoping to give the impression that he was paying attention.

“Yes…she’s 18, and in her first year of college. She’s working here part time to help me out”, Jacqueline explained.

Chapter 2: The Struggle is Real

Two hours into his first day, and Evan found himself in heaven. Well…almost. He couldn’t help it. He was surrounded by all of his favorite things. The sexiest, and laciest bra’s and corsets. The cutest fishnets in colors and designs he hadn’t even seen before. Not to mention the panties…. It wasn’t as if Evan was exactly a stranger to dressing up in women’s undergarments…quite the opposite actually. But God if only he could be the woman he wished he was sometimes….

“Evan, will you come out here please?”, Jacqueline asked, as Evan quickly looked up to see her holding the door to store’s stockroom open.

“I..err..Of course. ”, he replied, folding the lacey pair of g-string panties he had been clutching as fast as he could before heading out.

Jacqueline was standing next to a girl, who was slim and petite, with long straight dark hair that fell past her shoulder blades. The girl had large brown eyes that gave her a somewhat innocent appearance, even though Evan could detect a small smirk in her expression as she was looking him over.

“Evan, this is my daughter, Savannah”, Jacqueline said. “She’s going to be showing you the ropes of the register today”.

Savannah was currently dressed in a sheer black sweater top, along with a red spaghetti strap top underneath over dark tight fitting jeans that made for a striking contrast and emphasized her willowy frame even more. Evan distinctly remembered her from two weeks earlier when she had rung him for the bra and panties set that he had bought at the store, and he had first noticed how attractive she was. He specifically remembered her eyes, and how they reminded him of doe eyes since they were brown and seemed so big, which were accented even further by the dark kohl liner she wore around them….it gave her a somewhat of an edgy but subtle look without being too dramatic. Evan also briefly wondered if Savannah remembered him, and whether she thought it was weird that a guy had been shopping for lingerie.

“So, let’s get started”, Savannah said, turning to look at Evan over her shoulder as she walked towards the registers. “It’s actually pretty basic once you learn it”, she went on, as she quickly logged into the register and began demonstrating how to ring up a transaction.

“Well…basic or not. Math isn’t exactly my best subject” Evan admitted, hoping to lighten the mood, but suddenly found himself wondering why he just said that, as he worried it just made him sound stupid.

“Then it’s a good thing these things have calculators I guess”, Savannah snorted in response. “You know how to use one of those, right?”, she teased with a smile.

“Oh, most definitely”, Evan said, purposely over-pronouncing the last word. “I’m actually a business minor, so I’d seriously be dead if it weren’t for calculators”.

Savannah looked up, suddenly inquisitive. “Yeah? What’s your major?”, she asked, sounding genuinely interested

“Well...”, Evan ran a hand through his hair. “Communications, but I’m not really sure what I want to do with it…yet.”

A look of understanding registered on Savannah’s face, as she nodded her head. “Yeah I get it…I’m at a junior college, and haven’t even decided on my major yet, but I think I’m going to go for psychology”.

“Really?”, Evan asked. “How come?” Although he was trying to be polite by keeping the conversation flowing, Evan realized he actually enjoyed talking to Savannah, and that his curiosity had been sparked.

“Well...I like figuring out how people think. Like what makes them tick, and how to get inside their head”, she explained, as her eyes sparkled.

“Hmm …sounds interesting.”, said Evan playfully, though her answer intrigued him even further.

However, the two didn’t have a chance to continue their conversation, as several customers had just come into the store. Evan felt fairly confident about handling the register, while Savannah assisted the customers by showing them the different types of lingerie throughout the store. Evan watched, secretly growing wistful and a bit jealous, as he wished that he had the chance to do the same.

Ok…so maybe he was a bit more interested in actually buying the lingerie for himself, but he also hoped that, at some point, he’d have the opportunity to learn about the various products at Hidden Desires- in order to be better informed about his job. Even though deep down, he knew that it was unlikely that the customers would take a guy’s advice when it came to purchasing lingerie.

Little did they know….

“So…that’ll be uh..$49.98”, Evan found himself starting to fumble as he finished ringing up his customer’s purchase and his fingers grazed the silky material of the sexy dark purple negligee.

Luckily, the customer, a girl who appeared to be in her early 20’s, seemed to distracted by her phone to notice , as she pulled out her credit card and paid.

Savannah had looked up and was watching him at the register. Evan’s eyes met hers for a moment before he quickly averted his gaze.

“How are things going?”, Jacqueline said with a smile, as Evan looked up just in time to see her standing beside her daughter on the other side of the register.

“He’s actually doing really good”, Savannah replied, also smiling at Evan. “I think he’s going to work out really well here”.

“The stockroom looks great”, Jacqueline agreed. “Everything is folded so neatly…your mother taught you well, Evan. She must be proud”.

Evan had been working at Hidden Desires for just over a week, and was finding it harder and harder not to succumb to his true feelings. On the one hand, he knew he had to play it cool at work…even though being around the merchandise at his job was like a constant beckoning to his feminine side to come out and play.

And play he most definitely wanted to!!! Most days, it took almost all of his willpower to not spend his paycheck some of his favorite items to save for his own fun later. After all, he could only use the excuse that he was shopping for his girlfriend so many times, before someone grew suspicion. There was such a thing as having too much lingerie….wasn’t there?

Evan’s relationship with Chloe was another issue. Luckily, Chloe was already aware of Evan’s fetish and had never acted bothered by it. Actually, that was part of the problem- she just seemed…indifferent. Like she didn’t care at all, which was starting to weigh on Evan’s mind, as he questioned whether he was really happy with the way things were going. As it was, he still hadn’t told her about his job, but that had more to do with the fact that he knew he’d catch hell about working at job that mainly had female employees.

“Hey Evan”, said Katy, one of his coworkers, who less than subtly managed to bump her hip against him as she passed by on her way out with with Tonya, who also worked at the store. Katy was a 20 year old blonde, with a bold flirtatious demeanor, and an apparent fondness of push-up bra’s from the looks of how her breasts were currently practically spilling out of her tight pink shirt. In contrast, Tonya’s had jet-black hair that was cut into modern A-line bob that went well with Goth-punk makeup and style in clothes.

“God, your girlfriend must LOVE having you work here”, Tonya said with a giggle, as she flipped back a strand of her short black hair. “Seriously…I wish my boyfriend paid that much attention to what kind of stuff women wear. He wouldn’t be caught dead working in a lingerie store”.

Evan was actually getting used to the attention since it happened pretty frequently with female customers, being the store’s only male employee- as Jacqueline had predicted. Evan wasn’t sure if his female coworkers actually liked him, or if it was more of just some kind of game for them. In fact, the only one who didn’t seem to outright flirt with him was Savannah. Evan knew that she could be sweet, especially after talking to her and having what started out to be an enjoyable conversation on his first day- but Savannah also had this way of coming off as aloof and reserved at times, especially when other girls were around.

Evan quickly pulled his phone out his pocket to glance at the time. 4:54pm. He’d gotten in at 3, and was the only one in the store unti Savannah got in, who was working the closing shift with him. Evan started to busy himself by tidying up and refolding some of the items that were displayed on tables around the store. Suddenly, he felt himself stop short as his fingers began to tremble over a thong that appeared to resemble a very small school girl skirt. The panties were red plaid and had a small ruffle around the waistband that Evan imagined would barely conceal anything…not that it mattered.
Evan could feel his heart beating faster. The school girl skirt was one of his all-time favorites. He glanced around and began to hastily walk over to the fitting rooms…panties in hand. He knew it was risky….he could lose his job. For so many reasons. But he’d be quick..back before anyone would even notice he was gone.

“Evan….where are you going?”

Crap.

He froze to turn around to see Savannah, staring at him.

“I….well”, as he quickly tried to scramble for an excuse. “I was going to clean out the fitting rooms since the store is empty now”.

“But you’re not supposed to leave the sales floor alone since you were the only one here”, she pointed out.

Evan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. “Right…forgot about that”.

“It’s fine”, Savannah said, apparently letting the issue go. “It’s actually 5, an you’re due for a break so go ahead. I’ll brief you on the closing stuff when you get back”.

“Sounds good. Thanks!”, he said, as he turned around before she could see the grin that had just spread across his face.

He couldn’t believe his luck!! Talk about perfect timing!

Chapter 3: Because Two Can Keep A Secret…..

Once he got into the fitting room stall, Evan quickly unzipped his pants and dropped them, then pulled off his briefs. He examined the red plaid panties again, enjoying the silky feel of the material before carefully stepping into them and sliding them up to his hips. They went on easily enough, and the fabric felt amazing against his skin.

He turned to look at himself in the mirror. They actually looked pretty good…with the tiny ruffle, it almost gave the appearance that he had a cute perky butt. The only problem, as usual, was the big one….the bulge between his legs, which he knew usually got bigger when he got dressed up.

Just then, he heard a buzzing sound. He bent down to pull his phone out of his pants and noticed the time. 4:13. Damn…had it really already been that long? His break was almost over. He quickly scrolled to check his messages…it was a text from Chloe. Just to say hi, and ask how his night was.

Evan sighed. It was a sweet gesture, but he knew also that it was likely her way of checking up on him. He still hadn’t told her where he worked, and he knew she was getting suspicious. He quickly typed out a response that everything was fine, and he’d be home after 8 when the store closes. He glanced at the time again.

Now it was 4:15 exactly. His break was over, and he had to go back. He knew at the very least it would take a couple of minutes to change- on the other hand- maybe he wouldn’t have to…..as long as he remembered to take off the panties before he left that night.
Evan pulled his pants back on, and stuffed his briefs into his pocket before heading back out onto the sales floor.

Savannah was busy at the register, ringing up a customer. Evan noticed that there was another customer in the store, who looked like she might need help. He wasn’t sure if Savannah had already assisted her, but he decided to check on the customer to make sure.

“You finding everything ok?”, he asked, trying to sound both casual and helpful at the same time.

The customer smiled, as she looked up at him. She was a bit older…probably late 30’s, but not unattractive. She had a lean, athletic body, with shoulder length blonde hair.

“Well…it’s a little embarrassing. I want to get something tonight to surprise my husband with. Something to really make him say ‘Wow!! That’s the reason I married her’…you know? Just to reignite that spark”.

She blushed after appearing to suddenly realize how much she had disclosed.

“Sorry, that’s probably way too personal”, she said, quickly apologizing.

“Oh ..no its no problem”, Evan assured her.

Even though she had shared with him something that was a bit more intimate than he had expected, he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable about it.

“So what were you thinking?”, he asked.

“Well, do you have any suggestions?”, she countered, sounding almost desperate. “I mean…being a man yourself”.

“Uhh…well how about this?”, he suggested, holding up a blush colored bustier style teddy with black lace trim, and matching g-string panties.

“Simple, but still elegant, and definitely sexy…but without you know…too much”

“Hmm..”, she took the nightgown from him so she could further examine the details. “You really think I could pull this off?”,she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Evan could feel himself getting flushed, and his groin start to throb. It wasn’t tha he was imaging the customer in the matching set he had suggested, but instead he was fantasizing about himself in it…which was nothing new. A fairly typical occurrence at this job.
Still…he knew he had to keep things professional, and kept his focus on the customer, who seemed very intent on getting his approval. This was also somewhat of a common scenario for Evan at the store- except this is the first time he had ever assisted someone on the sales floor since he usually only worked as a cashier, or in the stockroom.

“I think..”, he began slowly, carefully choosing his words. “That your husband is going to realize he’s a very lucky man”.

A broad smile filled the customer’s face, confirming that he said what she wanted to hear. “Then its settled…I’ll take it!”, as she headed over towards the register.

“Nice job, Evan”, Savannah said, walking over to him, after she finished ringing up the customer he had just helped.

"Oh..you saw that huh?”, he asked laughing self-consciously.

“Well, whatever you said to her, it sure seemed like you made her day”, Savannah said with a giggle.

“Oh well, I..”, Evan nervously started to say.

“Why don’t you take the next customer?”, Savannah said coyly, peering out the store window briefly. “Since you’re doing so well”, she added turning back to him before making her way back to the register, just as the next customer came in.

This girl appeared to be in her late teens, or perhaps even early 20’s, and acted like she didn’t need any help at all, as she barely acknowledged Evan, while heading directly over to the folding tables where the panties were. The girl had on a low cut purple tank top over black leggings that appeared to be made of leather. Her hair was bleached almost white, which was in stark contrast to the tell-tale black roots that were starting to grow out.

“Oh my God…”, she said, all of a sudden, as she let out a loud laugh. “Seriously? A school girl skirt??”, she said, holding up the same type of g-string that Evan had tried on- and was still wearing- from earlier.

My thoughts exactly, he thought, hoping that his face wasn’t turning bright red.

“Ha…yeah. I know right?”, he said, trying to keep the conversation light. “We also..uh…have this one too”, he said holding up a g-string that was white with a pink lace ruffle and pink bow on the back.

“Umm…is that supposed Little Miss Bow Peep?”, the girl asked. “It’s actually kind of cute…”, she continued, taking a closer look.

Yeah, it is, Evan silently agreed, as he could feel his groin start to swell up.

“How much for each?”, she asked.

“Uh…they’re uhh..$14.50 each”, he said trying to keep his voice steady.

“Cool”, said the girl. “I’m gonna get a few of these”.

Evan desperately tried to calm himself down, as he knew the bulge in his pants was growing more noticeable. Worse yet, he knew if he came inside those panties- which he hadn’t even paid for- this would create an incredibly awkward situation.
Luckily, there weren’t many more customers that night, and it was 7:54 pm…almost time to close. Savannah began to close down the registers, while Evan tidied up around the store.

“Hey, its 8’o clock. Time to lock up”, Savannah announced a few minutes later, as she grabbed the keys and went over to close and lock the doors.

Oh…shit, Evan thought with a panic. They were done for the day, and he was still wearing the panties from before.

“Hey…uh Savannah? Did you clean out the fitting rooms before?”, he asked, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

Savannah looked up. “Hmm..no. Did you want to go check then?”

Evan quickly nodded. “Sure thing!”, he said as he practically raced over.

As soon as he got to the fitting rooms, Evan unzipped his pants without even bothering to lock the door. Just as he had feared, the panties were sticky with his own juices. This…wasn’t good. He had to get rid of them. Just then, he heard footsteps. Oh no.

“Evan….what are you….oh my god!!!”, Savannah exclaimed as she took in the sight of him wearing the cum-covered panties.

“Savannah!!!! I can explain!!!”, he said, frantically thinking up an excuse.

“You…you’re wearing a g-string”, she said. “And the tags are still on”, she noted.

“Savannah, please!!! I know how this looks…but please, please, please don’t say anything!!!”, Evan begged

Suddenly, a look came over Savannah’s face that Evan couldn’t quite read. She nodded quickly. “Ok... I won’t”, she agreed, almost too easily.
“Listen…get dressed and meet me back up front””, she added, as she turned to head out.

Evan nodded, grateful. “Yeah. I will…I’m just gonna get changed and then-“.

“No”, she said, turning back around to look him directly in the eyes. “Don’t get changed. Keep the panties on”, she instructed.

Evan stood there for a minute…not sure what to make of what she had just said. Sighing, not wanting to waste any more time, Evan pulled his pants back up, and zipped them, as he went to meet Savannah.

Hopefully not for his demise….

Savannah was waiting for him by the store entrance, with a sly smile on her face.

“So have fun tonight?”, she asked in a teasing tone; not exactly mean though- more like her voice had a hint of genuine curiosity in it.

“Look”, he began nervously. “I was just…”

“Evan”, she said in a tone that had just the right amount of authority in it to stop him in his tracks. “Are you still wearing them?”

He nodded. “Well..yeah. You told me to”.

“Good”, she said with a smile as she unlocked the door to let them both out.

Evan really just wanted to bolt out of the mall as quickly as possible, but he had a feeling she wasn’t done with him, or about to let him off the hook so easily.

“Let’s go shopping”, she said in a tone that sounded both wicked and cheerful at the same time.

Evan just looked at her, confused. “What- but the mall’s closing. And besides, I got to get home.”

“So? Who says we’re going shopping here?”, she said, as she grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him out to the parking lot. “And if I were you, I’d do as I told.”

“Ummm do you mind telling me where we are supposedly going then?”, he asked pointedly. “Because most stores don’t stay open late during the week...”

“ The Prickly Pear does”, she said as she unlocked both the driver and passenger side doors to her and beckoned for him to get in.

Evan let out another sigh. Prickly Pear was an adult sex toy store that was open 24 hours. Evan himself had been in there a few times just to look around, and had even thought about buying some things- not that he’d ever had a chance to use them. He wasn’t exactly sure how Savannah knew about it since she was only 18, and that was the minimum age to even get into the store, he knew. Then again, he was quickly learning that there was a lot about Savannah he didn’t know.

Savannah drove over to the store, which was about a 20 minute drive, and both were silent for the entire time. Evan was too nervous to talk, but wondered exactly what Savannah was thinking. Knowing that he’d be home later than promised, he quickly pulled out his phone and texted Chloe that he had to work late. He glanced over at Savannah, who, luckily, didn’t seem to notice. Eventually, Savannah pulled into the small shopping center in which the Prickly Pear was located.

As Evan got out of the car, he realized that the shopping center was directly across the street from the community college that Savannah said she went to, which was most likely how she knew about it. Evan took a deep breath as he and Savannah walked up towards the store; the bright pink and yellow neon letters of the store’s sign casting a weird illumination over the both of them. The entire theme of store itself was intended to be over-the top , as both the décor and merchandise were brightly colored, with the walls lined with various type of sex toys in an array of sizes and every color of the rainbow.

Evan found himself chuckling at the size of the dildo’s on one fixture, as some seemed so ridiculously large that it was hard to imagine anyone using them. He couldn’t deny, though, that the idea of it turned him on, as he could feel his cock once again start to swell. Meanwhile, Savannah apparently seemed to know what she was looking for, as she quickly found it and briskly walked back over to where Evan was and brushed up against him like a cat, causing him to jump slightly.

What had gotten into her?, he thought.

She usually was never so overtly flirtatious towards him. Quite the opposite actually. Then again, circumstances had changes slightly within the past few hours between them.

“Enjoying the view?”, she asked, her eyes sparkling mischievously .

Evan tried his best to maintain his composure, and rolled his eyes in response. “Ha...whatever. Umm…did you find whatever you were looking for here?”

“As a matter of fact, I did” she replied in a low kittenish voice that matched her sudden change in behavior perfectly.

She lifted up the item she had picked out for him to see. It was a black leather chastity belt. Evan knew exactly what it was, and had even fantasized about using one. But he could have never predicted that it would actually happen…at least in the way that the situation appeared to be unfolding now.

Evan vehemently shook his head, hoping that the growing bulge in his pants would get the message before Savannah saw it.

“No. No way. I’m not wearing that!!”, he said, trying to keep his voice down.

Savannah just looked at him, a smirk on her face. “We’ll see”, was her only reply as she headed towards the register to pay.

Evan glanced around nervously, wondering what her next move was going to be.

As they got back into the car and started driving back to the mall, Evan cleared his throat and tried to voice what was on his mind.

“Look…I’m not sure what kind of game you’re playing but there is no way that I’m going to wear…that”, he said, gesturing towards the bag on the seat next to him.

“Um, actually, yeah… you are. Or have you forgotten the events from earlier this evening, and a certain secret you asked me to keep?”, she asked, not taking her eyes of the road.

Evan’s breath caught in his throat. She had him and she knew it too. But how far did she expect things to go? It wasn’t like he could take that home and try it on tonight. Especially with Chloe.

“I guess I should have told you, since you don’t know already”, he started taking a different approach. “I’m dating someone so…this isn’t going to-“

“So..who says we’re in a relationship?” she replied with a laugh that almost sounded a bit forced, like perhaps she didn’t expect to hear what he had just said.

Either way, Savannah was hanging tough. She pulled back into the mall’s parking lot, and parked the car.

“Come on”, she beckoned to him, as she got out of the car, shopping bag in hand.

“The mall is closed”, he said, not sure where she intended to go.

“Yeah, but the restrooms aren’t”, she said, her usually wry expression back in place, as she started over towards the alcove where the public
restrooms were located.

“Savannah!!”, he hissed in a low whisper.

“Oh please”, she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not going in with you”, she clarified as she handed him the bag. “Put the belt on…right now…and keep the panties on. Now!!”, she instructed.

Evan sighed, taking the bag from her, not bothering to argue. Once again, he unzipped his pants, and then shimmied out of the panties. He took the belt out of the bag and stared at it for a moment, not completely sure how to put it on. Still, he knew he had to do, and he wasn’t about to ask for help. He slipped it on around his waist, and then adjusted it to fit the girth of his current endowment- not wanting it to be tight, especially since he could feel himself getting more than a little heated over his current predicament, which meant he knew he might be expanding sooner than later. Still...something felt like it was missing...surely, there couldn't be anything else?

After that was done, he pulled the panties over the belt, even though it felt a bit comfortable since the belt was still somewhat loose. Next, he pulled his pants up, which seemed to make everything feel a bit tighter. He walked out of the restroom and came out to where Savannah was waiting, her back leaning against a wall, while she idly looked at her phone.

“Let me see!”, she whispered excitedly.

“Whoa…seriously?”, he asked, backing away from her.

“Yeah….just pull your pants down a little bit”, she said, her gaze unwavering.

“Oh my god”, he muttered, rolling his eyes. But still, nonetheless, complied with her order.

“Haha…wow. Is that belt too big for you?”, she teased, giggling.

“Shut up!”, he said, his voice just above a whisper. “You know I had to make it a little loose, in case I…well..you know”, he said, looking away from her.

“That’s the whole point of wearing that..its supposed to be tight”, she said, flipping her hair over shoulder. “Anyway, now for the finishing touch....", Savannah said, as Evan quickly realized that she had been holding a key in her hand that she was using to lock the device in place.

It definitely wasn't loose now.

That should fix your …little problem”, she said, emphasizing the word little.

Evan sighed, but was obviously relieved that it was over, as he zipped himself back up.The tight stiffness of the device was already causing him some discomfort, but nothing too excruciating...yet

“So just so you know….you can’t take that…or the panties off. Not until tomorrow. We’ll be closing again together…so I’ll set you free then”, she said, all traces of laughter gone from her voice, indicating that she was serious.

“Savannah, I can’t-“

“Evan…”, she reminded him, her voice taking on a sing-song playful quality, as her smile reappeared.

“Fine”, he grumbled, as he began to walk back to his car.

“Have a good night”, she called over her shoulder as she brushed past him.

Evan closed his eyes briefly as he got into his car, thinking over his situation. He’d have to wear boxers tonight. It was the only way to hide the belt. Luckily, Chloe had work early the next day so he would probably be able to just easily slip right into bed without a lot of questions- or anything else. That at least took care of his problems for tonight…..

Chapter 4: Punishment…and a Reward
Evan sighed, glancing at the time on his phone, when he awoke the next day. 10:13am. He had managed to fall asleep last night, which was better than he had expected…since he didn’t think he would be able to sleep at all. That didn’t change the fact that he now felt like he had been run over by a bus.

Ok maybe that was an exaggeration….but the lower half of his body was aching from a very distinct pain in his groin. He had to tried to remain on his best behavior while he was still awake last night, and not let his mind wander to anything that would even remotely turn him on- for fear of what might happen. Unfortunately, his subconscious apparently had other ideas, which had led to the nagging pain he couldn’t ignore of his penis being held tightly in place.

“Uggghh”, he groaned, finally tossing back the covers, and attempting to sit upright.

The day was just beginning for him, but the good thing was at least, he didn’t have class today. But then again, that would only make the day seem longer. He was scheduled to go into work today at 2pm. Only four hours to go…

Evan idly ran his hand through his hair, realizing that he would have to wait until after work to shower tonight. Sighing, he went to his closet, and after some deliberation, eventually settled on a loose fitting t-shirt and his least tightest pair of jeans. He pulled on the shirt, and carefully stepped into his jeans. It still felt somewhat awkward, but he knew he had no other choice at this point.

He decided to try and make the best of his current predicament, and run his errands. The grocery store was only a few blocks away from his apartment. On any other day, he would have just walked there, but since he was still experiencing a decent amount of pain and discomfort, he figured driving was the better option. Although he had never driven a car while wearing a chastity belt either, so that would be a new experience for him too.

As it turned out, the drive to the grocery store wasn’t bad, probably due to the fact that it was only about 5 minutes away. Once he got inside the store, he immediately began to feel a wave of self-consciousness come over him, as if people were looking at him. Of course, he knew that he was most likely imagining it, and there was no possible way that the other customers in the store knew why he was walking weird. There was just no way….

Evan quickly made his way through the market, grabbing the items he needed, so he could get back home as soon as possible. Things were going smoothly until he stopped over by the produce section. As he approached a display of pears, he could feel himself grow even more uncomfortable, as this particular type of fruit reminded him of certain events from the night before for obvious reasons. He tried to shake it off as best as he could; after all, it wasn’t exactly the most pleasurable memory- even though he did secretly find himself excited by the entire ordeal.

He walked over to the next to display…bananas. Now this was just getting silly. He’d never been aroused by the sight of fruit before. Yet…the bananas were the same shape and size- and color – as the dildos from the Prickly Pear.

“Oh my God….”, he muttered, almost grappling in pain from the pressure in his groin caused by its inability to expand- and release. This wasn’t good. He had to get out of there. He quickly rushed towards the self-checkout area towards the front of the store, and scanned all of his items, paid, and left.

By the time he got back home, it was almost 12. Evan didn’t even bother putting the groceries away, and instead just left them in bags on the floor. He nervously paced around his apartment. He could barely stand it. He HAD to get this thing off. He’d been trapped in it for over 12 hours now, and was still wearing his cum-laden stolen panties. He went into the kitchen and began looking for something he could use to pry the chastity belt off, but stopped short .

He really had no idea what to do, even if he did find something he could use. Was it worth risking injury to himself? Plus, he knew in the back of his mind, he’d have to face Savannah. He really had no clue why she had such a hold over him. Well, other than the simple fact that she was Jacqueline, the store owner’s daughter and would likely tell her mother along with the rest of the store employees what happened, which would result in him getting fired. And becoming a laughing stock. Suddenly, somehow, this predicament just seemed like less of a hassle.
After he calmed down a bit, it was just after 1:00pm. Evan knew he had to get to work soon, and was feeling an odd combination of both relief and anxiety. He contemplated getting changed, but figured it would be more trouble than it was worth. His mind briefly floated to a fantasy of getting changed into some of the stuff at Hidden Desires, but he quickly pushed the thought away, knowing it was only going to make his current situation worse.

Once Evan arrived at the store, he spotted Savannah and Jacqueline talking together. His heart started beating. Did Savannah tell her what happened? No…she wouldn’t. He took a deep breath and walked over. Jacqueline smiled as she saw him.

“Hi, Evan. You and Savannah are closing again tonight?”, she asked.

What was she getting at it?, he wondered. Oh God….was she about to..? No. Stay calm, he told himself

“Err…yes.”, he said, nervously.

Jacqueline’s green eyes had such a petrifying gaze, as she looked directly at him. It was almost as if she could see through him, which he hoped she couldn’t. He could see where Savannah got it from.

“Great. Savannah told me that you did really well last night on your shift, and that she is looking forward to continuing your training tonight”, Jacqueline told him. Her smile didn’t waiver.

“Um..er…training?”, he asked, his gaze shifting between the both of them.

“Yes. Since Savannah said you were so good with the customers last night, we thought it would be fitting to train you in sales as well. Although we did originally hire you for the roles of cashier and stockroom, we could always use another member on the sales team”, Jacqueline clarified.

Evan caught a quick glance at Savannah, who flashed him a playful smile.

“Right”, he said. “Yeah, that sounds great. Looking forward to it”.

“Glad to hear it”, she confirmed. “For now, though, I think the back room is in dire need of your expertise in organization, so I will have you work on that for the first two hours”.

Evan’s tendency to be compulsively neat was starting to become somewhat of a running joke at the store, but he honestly didn’t mind. Especially not on a day like today- when he relished the opportunity to be alone.

“Sure thing”, Evan replied, almost wanting to break into a run to get to the back.

About twenty minutes later, Evan heard the door open and Savannah walked in. Today she was dressed in a snug fitting dark red sweater and black calf- length boots over black leggings. Her long dark hair was tied in a messy bun near the top of her head, almost resembling a cheeky modern day Audrey Hepburn.

“So how was your night last night?”, she asked, trying to sound casual, but the wicked undertone in her voice was undeniable.

“Oh, God…don’t get me started. Not here. Not now”, he said. He honestly wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“ Wow. That much fun, huh?”, she said with a grin.

“Savannah…please”, he said, trying to keep his voice low.

He knew he sounded like he was begging, but he didn’t want to get into it with her.

“Did you at least bring the key?”, he asked, his voice just barely above a whisper.

Savannah gave him a confused look. “What key?”, she asked.

Evan’s eyes went wide in a panic, just as Savannah start to break into a fit of giggles.

“Oh my god…kidding! Yeah. I have it”., she assured him.

Evan took a deep breath.”Ok…well uh…could you please…?”

Savannah seemed to briefly consider his request, before nodding and took the key out of her pocket. “Two minutes. Fitting room..I’ll make sure the coast stays clear but go NOW. I mean it…I swear there will be hell to pay if you’re even one second longer “.

He took the key, his fingers trembling. He didn’t completely trust her, but he had no choice if he wanted to be set free.

Evan paced over to the fitting room and quickly ducked in the first stall. He quickly dropped his pants, and gingerly began to work at lock. It came easier than expected, despite the fact that his fingers were fumbling from being nervous. He even briefly worried that Savannah gave him the wrong key. But it worked. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, the lock sprung loose, as did his cock after he peeled away the very sticky mess that the red plaid panties had become.

“Looks like you had a rough night after all”, said a voice from behind him.

Evan quickly turned around “ Savannah!! God...seriously…again?”

“Maybe you should try locking the door next time, she pointed out with a chuckle.

Evan sighed, realizing that she was right. He had been in such a hurry, he did forget to lock the door.

“I…I don’t wanna stay in these all night”, he said, suddenly feeling trapped by the situation. “But I don’t have anything to change into”.

Savannah’s expression suddenly softened, as she lifted up what she had been holding for Evan to see.

“Actually you do…take your pick”, she said, her voice playful again as she held up three pairs of g-strings.

Evan looked them over. They were cute. She knew his style….either that, or she purposely picked the girliest, lacy ones she could find. The first was a pale blue, that looked like they were made of satin with lace trim; the second was the Bow Peep white and pink version of the skirted g-string he was now all-too familiar with, and last pair was a black pair completely made out of lace with a rhinestone sewn on the front.

“Savannah…I can’t”, he said.

“It’s fine..these have been paid for. And I think after last night, you deserve a treat”, she told him, with a teasing smile. “Besides…how are you going to get better at selling our products unless you try them out?”, she said standing closer to him now, so that their hips touched.

Evan could feel his own urges taking over. It was no use….but then again why fight it? After all…he DID deserve a reward…..

Hey guys! I’m back after a long hiatus….sorry for disappearing but yes..this story is still very much alive. Here is an update. It’s a bit longer this time around. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Work Hard, Play Hard

“I….I think I wanna be Little Bow Peep tonight”, he said, with a giggle.

As soon as he said the words, though, he realized how high pitched his voice had sounded. It definitely wasn’t intentional on his part- it actually felt natural. But still, it wasn’t something that he was entirely comfortable with .

“Good choice”, Savannah responded with a grin, as she handed him the panties. “Now hurry up…you have one minute left.”

Evan nodded quickly, just as eager to change so he could escape. The whole situation made him feel so…timid, helpless.

“Uhh…do you mind?”,he asked, giving her a nervous smile as he motioned for her to turn around so he could have a moment of privacy to change and maintain at least some dignity.

“One minute”, she reminded him, as she headed back out towards the fitting room entrance to wait. “And one more thing- no belt. For now. But the catch is you will have to wear the matching bra with those”.

Evan raised an eyebrow at her comment, genuinely perplexed at what that meant. And excited. As he turned his attention back to his lower half, he didn’t even want to touch the red plaid pair now- despite the fact that they were only soiled by his own juices. Instead, he simply let them fall to the floor of the dressing room, as he pulled on the fresh new pair. Evan quickly glanced at his reflection, admiring how cute they were before pulling his jeans up.

“Umm …key please?”, Savannah demanded, her voice just above a whisper, as Evan walked past her on his way out.

Evan quickly pulled the key out of his jeans pocket and handed it over, trying to be stealthy as possible.

“I should make you clean up your own mess”, she said in a tone that sounded more playful than upset, as she reentered the fitting room area and made her way over to the stall that Evan had occupied .

For the next hour or so, Evan worked diligently in the stockroom, making sure all of the items were sorted and folded. Suddenly, Savannah came to the door.

“Time for your break…and your bra fitting”, she said with a giggle.

Evan raised an eyebrow. He was definitely curious what she was up to now.

“This is the smallest size we have…32A”, Savannah told him, as she handed over a white demi cupped bra with pink lace that matched perfectly with the panties Evan currently had on. “…So it should fit, but if not …we can always make adjustments”, she added with a grin, as she headed back out.

Evan quickly grabbed the bra, and made his way out from the stockroom and back to the fitting room. After making sure the door was actually locked this time, he pulled his shirt off over his head. Standing in the dressing room shirtless, Evan began to nervously unclasp the bra. Savannah’s comment about how it should fit, but could be “adjusted” oddly bothering him.

He had tried on bra’s before, and of course they weren’t the perfect fit for obvious reasons, but it wasn’t a huge deal. Not like anyone would ever actually see it to notice.

The bra was a little loose so he clumsily tried to adjust the straps, his fingers fumbling the whole time. Not wanting to take too long, Evan looked at himself in the mirror. The bra did give him a slight lift, but nothing too noticeable and decided it would have to be good enough. He slid his shirt back over his head and left the fitting room.

As Evan approached the sales floor, Savannah was straightening a few of the clothing racks. He couldn’t help but notice how her legs looked in her boots. They made her calves look longer and even leaner; but not only that, they showed off how cute her feet were. Savannah was a petite girl- probably about 5’4, so her feet were small- but just the right size… and incredibly sexy. He almost wished he could see her barefoot- but not enough to tell her that. Knowing Savannah, that could be dangerous.

“So how’s it fit??”, she asked excitedly, turning around.

“Savannah…”, he began in a low voice that he hoped sounded like a warning.

Not that it would do him in any good, since Savannah was clearly the one in control, and did whatever she wanted.

“Uhh…you have a customer”, he said, clearing his throat, feeling relieved as a woman suddenly walked into the store just then.

“No…actually you have a customer”, she said her voice playful as usual, as she walked away.

The woman appeared to be looking at the various style options for bra’s.

Of course, Evan figured. Just his luck.

The customer was probably in her late 20’s…possibly early 30’s. She was thin…almost wiry with a chest that appeared to be rather flat.

“You doing ok over here?”, Evan asked shyly.

The girl turned to look up at him, and gave him a nervous smile.

“Well…I-I’m looking for a bra”, she said awkwardly.

Evan felt himself blushing. He figured that he probably wasn’t the salesperson that she had expected, or felt most comfortable with, but
strangely enough, he could actually relate. Now more than ever.

Then, without thinking, Evan walked over to the rack which displayed the same bra he was currently wearing and held it up for the customer to see.

“Hm…well this one definitely has a lot of lift” he volunteered, his voice taking on the same high-pitch it had earlier.

What the..? He coughed to clear his throat .

“I mean..based on the amount of padding it has…”, he desperately attempted to clarify, as he found himself fondling the cups of the bra…not exactly helping his case.

The woman raised her eyebrow as she seemed to briefly wonder about Evan’s odd behavior, but seemed at least somewhat convinced.

“I see what you mean” , the customer agreed. Her focus had now shifted to the bra, as she began to look over and inspect it in the same manner that Evan had a few moments ago.

“You really do have a way with our customers”, Savannah said in a tone that almost sounded admiring, after the most recent customer had left the store.

“Huh..yeah..I mean..I guess”, Evan said, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing.

It was just past seven right now. The rest of the evening had gone by smoothly, but had been largely uneventful.

“Well…I mean unless you try the merchandise, how else are you going to convince our customers to?”, Savannah asked pointedly, purposely overemphasizing on the word try as she moved closer to Evan and reached out giving the cups of his bra a gentle squeeze .

“Oh my God…Savannah“, he murmured.

He really wanted to tell her no, to stop. Not that she would have listened. But did he really want her to? God…what was it about this girl? Why did she have so much control over him? He never felt this way around anyone before. To be honest….he liked it. More than he was willing to admit to himself…and her. Especially her. And yet…deep down this was something he craved.

“Hmm…maybe we should close a little early tonight, Savannah said, moving away to glance out at the empty store.

“Uhh… its not even 7:30”, Evan reminded her, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

“So?”, Savannah asked, turning back to look at him. “Who says we can’t have a little fun while we get ready to close?”

Evan walked back over to the tables of panties and began refolding them .

“Yeah, I guess you can pretty much get away with whatever…since you know…your mom owns the store”, Evan said in a playful tone.

Savannah looked up just then, almost as if she was caught off guard by his comment. “Well…not exactly”, she responded.

Evan waited for her to say more, but she turned away and went over to straighten the accessories area of the store.

Oh shit, Evan thought. He had never brought Jacqueline up around Savannah before, so he wasn’t sure if he hit a nerve.

The next few minutes went on in silence between them. Evan glanced up, looking over in Savannah’s direction, watching her stand on her tiptoes to reposition a pair of tights on top rack of the shelf. As she did, he noticed how her right leg was lifted slightly off the ground, her toes in her boot pointed outward, like a ballet dancer.

God, her feet look so damn cute, Evan thought, feeling himself start to get hot. Good thing he wasn’t wearing the belt right now.

“Like what you see?”, Savannah asked in her usual teasing tone, standing at her normal height now.

“Uhhh..well”, Evan fumbled for an excuse.

Like always, it seemed like Savannah caught him at the most awkward moment.

“Actually…I gotta say…these tights are pretty cute”, she said, as she studied the different pairs hanging.

She thought he was staring at the tights she had been fixing! That was good. Evan knew he’d never live it down if she found out about his fondness towards her feet.

“Hey…what time is it?”, she asked.

Evan pulled out his phone. “7:59”.

“Still think its too early?”, Savannah asked over her shoulder with a smirk, as she headed to the front of the store to lock the doors.

“Uhh…Savannah?”, he asked, his voice sounding surprisingly meek. “What- I mean….why the sudden urge to close?”

“Well.. I thought we’d make use of your employee discount”, Savannah said, grinning.

“Wait…now?”, Evan asked. “But then why close the store..?”

“The registers aren’t closed down yet”, Savannah told him. “We have the entire store to ourselves”. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she spoke.

Evan blushed, feeling his cheeks grow warmer at this remark.

“First things first, though”, Savannah went on. “How’s your new set working out for you? I mean…I already knew how much you love our panties, but how about that bra?”, she asked with a giggle.

Evan wanted to get annoyed with her, but that’s not what was happening. Instead, he actually wanted to play along with her and was curious to see where this was going.

“I like it”, he said, his voice coming out in a high pitched tone like it had earlier with the customer. “It does definitely add some lift”.

“Let me see!!”, Savannah insisted, her smile getting wider.

“Wait….out here??”, Evan asked hesitantly.

He was still excited, but now his excitement was accompanied by feelings of nervousness. Even though the store was closed, he knew the mall wasn’t completely empty as there were still some people passing by.

“Ok, fine….back to the dressing room then,” Savannah conceded with a giggle.

Evan sighed, as he followed her back over to the fitting rooms…but this time, it wasn’t a sigh of frustration. Instead, it was more out of elation.

“Alright come on….show me!!”, Savannah insisted eagerly, as she sat down on the bench inside one of the fitting room stalls while Evan stood
in front of the mirror.

Evan nervously obeyed, as his fingers fumbled to grasp his shirt and pull it over his head. Once he did, he quickly shook his hair out and tossed the shirt on the ground, as he turned to glance at himself in the mirror.

“Hmm…not bad”, Savannah commented, as she surveyed Evan’s reflection. “I mean…you’re definitely on the small side, but there are ways that we can work on that”.

Evan rolled his eyes , hoping to convey a sense of irritation at her remark, while feeling an odd but sinking feeling of disappointment inside.

“What exactly do you have in mind”, he asked, turning to face her.

“I’ll show you”, Savannah said slyly, as she quickly stood up and made her way out of the stall. “Wait right here…I mean it!”, she instructed before exiting the fitting room area.

Evan sighed again, wondering how he had even gotten himself into this situation, as he continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror. Evan felt a mixture of dismay and pleasure at the events that had just happened, and briefly began to wonder why he even had these feelings.

“Oh, good boy. You listened”, Savannah teased as she sauntered back into the stall beside Evan.

“So…what’dja bring?”, Evan asked, his high pitched voice returning once again.

Whoa. Where had that come from? Evan quickly tried to hide the look of utter shock on his face, as Savannah raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I’m glad you asked”, Savannah replied in a syrupy sweet, almost tantalizing tone. “So we have a few options”, she went on, gesturing to the items she had brought in with her.

Evan could feel himself start to heat up once again, as he caught a glimpse of what she had picked.

“The first, and most obvious choice is to just opt for a bra that has more padding” Savannah explained, holding up a black lace push up-bra.

Evan’s eyes widened slightly, as he studied the bra. If the pink and white demi-cup bra already gave him a lift, then the black lacy push-up bra would add at least 2 cup sizes. Evan reached his hand out, eager to take the bra from her.

“Only thing …”, Savannah began, holding the bra just slightly out of his reach. “Is that you would no longer match”, she added motioning towards Evan’s lower half.

Evan knew what was coming next, as he felt his nerves start to take over again. If Savannah made him strip, then she would surely see his ever-increasing bulge from how excited this whole thing was making him. Nevertheless, he knew that there was no point in resisting, as he started to unzip his pants.

“By the way, did you make another mess?”, Savannah asked, as Evan’s pants slid to the floor.

"Umm…actually..no. I did not”, Evan argued back playfully.

“Let’s have a look”, she insisted.

Evan felt a twinge of self-consciousness as he pulled down the panties he was wearing. Luckily, these came off much easier compared to the ones that had been completely soaked in his own mess.

“Ok. You did better this time, but I can still see you were enjoying yourself ”, Savannah chuckled as she inspected the damage.

Evan could feel his groin start to twitch and pulse again, with Savannah being so close now….

“Fortunately, I brought a clean pair for you to change into”, Savannah said gleefully, as she turned away to grab a lacey black pair of panties to hold up for Evan.

Evan knew he couldn’t contain himself for much longer…

“Ok….well I can get dressed by myself”, he said, desperately trying to get her to leave before she noticed, or things got worse .

“One more thing”, Savannah said When you do get changed, make sure you put these on too”, as she tossed him an unopened packed of black laced thigh highs and matching garter belt.

Oh boy….this was getting even better. Now he just had to worry about completely losing control and exploding all over everything.

Evan kicked off his shoes and his pants, which had fallen in a pile at his feet. He let the pink and white panties fall to the floor as well, picked them up and placed them neatly on the bench inside the fitting room stall. He then pulled on the black lacy ones, followed by the thigh highs, and then the garter belt. Fortunately, he had a couple of garters at home, so this nothing new for him, and was an easy task as he clipped them to the thigh highs.

Next, he unclasped the pink and white bra, which was surprisingly easier than he had expected and placed it on the bench beside the panties. He tried on the push up bra, clasped it, and briefly tried adjusting the straps before catching his reflection.
The bra definitely provided more than just a little lift. In fact, he looked like had an actual bust line now. Evan paused for a moment….he liked how the bra fit-and the way it looked. But he knew that there was no way that he would be able to wear this anywhere outside of the store right now.

Evan shrugged as he reached down to pick up his shirt and pulled it over his head. Even with his slightly baggy t-shirt, he noticed that the increased size in his chest was still noticeable.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, jarring him out of his own thoughts.

“Yeah?”, he asked, opening the door.

“Oh…I hate to break it to you, but that shirt does NOT go with those panties”, Savannah said, trying to keep a straight face.

Evan sighed. “Yeah..I know but its not like I have any other option-”, he started to say, just as Savannah dangled a black satin corset with hot pink trim in his face.

Evan tried to hide his excitement as he grabbed the corset from her. Carefully, he started to work on lacing up the corset, which was surprisingly easy for him, since he had worn one before. Unfortunately, most of his “girly” stuff was collecting dust in his closet since he rarely had the opportunity to wear any of it anymore.

“Wow…you’re actually pretty good at this”, Savannah observed from behind him. “This isn’t anything new for you, is it?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow .

Evan paused for a moment. “Well…no. Not exactly, but you already knew that”, he pointed out.

“How long have you been dressing up?”, she asked with genuine curiosity.

“For… awhile”, he answered. “I mean I have some stuff at home that I wear from time to time. But this is the first time I’ve ever really explored it -with someone”.

That was true- since Chloe was neither bothered nor particularly into his kink. He’d worn some of his stuff around her, but he could tell that was it more for him- not her- which just made him feel awkward.

“Well, come on out”, Savannah beckoned him playfully, tugging at his arm.

“Savannah…no”, Evan said, trying to resist as she pulled on his arm harder and managed to get him out of the dressing room. “Out in the store …now?”, he asked with a nervous laugh, as he followed her .

“Oh my God..all of the other stores in the mall are closed now. No one will see you”, Savannah replied, rolling her eyes. “So what’s the big deal?”

Cautiously, Evan let Savannah lead him around the store.

“So..”, Savannah said, dragging Evan over to a mannequin wearing the same corset as him. “You’re almost the exact same size!”, she pointed out with a giggle, as she gestured to the mannequin’s cleavage.

Evan could feel his face turn red, and his erection starting to grow. He desperately tried to control himself so Savannah wouldn’t see, and he wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of ruining yet another pair of panties.

“Not even!!”, Evan replied in a tone that he hoped sounded dismissive.

Still Evan couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at the mannequin and then his own chest for comparative measures. In spite of himself, a smile came to Evan’s lips, pleased with his appearance due to the push-up bra.

“Ohh…you’re enjoying this”, Savannah teased, brushing up against him, just as she had the night before.

If he was being perfectly honest, though, it actually turned him on. Still, he knew that he had to tread carefully where Savannah was concerned.

“Ha…whatever”, he said, trying to laugh off her obviously accurate assessment of the situation.

But he could feel himself getting weaker. It didn’t help much either that the high pitch tone his voice had taken on seemed to be persisting.

“Well, I mean..it makes sense. You were pretty small before”, she said, giggling, as started fondling the cups of his bra again. “Looks like your chest isn’t the only thing that’s getting bigger though”, she added, casting her glance downward at Evan’s crotch.

Shit….Evan knew where this was headed. Up until this point, he actually was enjoying the way things had turned out night. But he wasn’t so sure if he could handle another night of being caged up- literally- inside the chastity belt.

“Savannah...”, he started to say, but he knew it was no use. Especially with Savannah so close now. His voice was just a small tremble.

“Do I need to lock you back up?”, she asked. Her expression was still playful, so Evan hoped she wasn’t too serious.

“I can’t…”, he said, his eyes and voice practically pleading with her. “It’s not even…its just…ughhh it wouldn’t work. No one knows about this part of my life”. He let out a frustrated sigh.

Savannah backed away slightly, as something in her expression changed. “Ok”, she said, nodding.

“I did have fun tonight”, Evan began, trying again. “A lot of fun..I just wish…”.

“Yeah, well you’re not getting of that easy”, she said in her usual tone, as Evan looked at her questioningly. “You still have to wear the panties until your next shift”.

“Deal!”, Evan agreed. He realized that he probably sounded way too eager, but since Savannah already knew his secret, she was probably the only person he could freely express his desire around.

“Just like that?” Without any fight?”, she asked skeptically. “Aren’t you worried your girlfriend will say something?”

Evan stopped for a moment. He wasn’t sure if he was surprised that she remembered that he told her he had a girlfriend, or that she was bringing it up right now.

“No, not really…I mean…she-“, Evan started to say, just as his phone went off. “Mm…speaking of the devil”, he said, pulling out his phone to look at the caller ID.

“Want me to text her back to leave you alone?”, Savannah asked, arching an eyebrow as she leaned in closer towards him.

“What? God-no!”, Evan started to sputter. “What the-“

“Kidding! I won’t!!”, Savannah said with a laugh. “But seriously though…I will be checking so give me your phone”, she ordered.

“Huh?”, Evan asked in a confused voice, as Savannah slid the phone out of his hand and began typing something.

“Relax…I’m giving you my number”, she said as she handed his phone back.

“Ok, and so now…?”, Evan asked, trying to figure out exactly what Savannah was planning.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out”, she replied with a smile, as she ran one finger delicately along the bust line of Evan’s corset. “Also….its
getting late. Get changed, and I’ll ring up all of your new stuff”.

“Looks like this job is gonna cost me more than I bargained for”, Evan grumbled slightly, as he headed back to the fitting room.

“I had fun tonight too”, Savannah said, as locked the front entrance to the store after letting them both out. “So when do you work next?”

“Friday morning. I have a day shift since I don’t have class”, he said.

Which he suddenly realized meant that he’d have to wear the panties for two whole days before he worked next. Not the biggest problem in the world, he reasoned…if anything, he was more bothered by having to wear the same underwear of any kind for two days in a row.

“Yeah…same. I don’t have school either on Friday so I’ll be here bright and early”, she said in a mock cheery tone, as they left the mall and headed out to the parking lot.

Of course she will, thought Evan, as they parted ways towards their own cars.

Chapter 6: Back to Reality….Or Not?

Evan woke up the next day, feeling almost as if he was hung over, even though he knew he hadn’t had anything to drink the night before. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the events during his previous shift at Hidden Desires. Had all of that stuff actually happened last night?

Evan pushed back the covers and pulled his boxers down. Yep. It was real…and there was the proof. The black lacey panties that Savannah told him to wear for the next two days until his next shift on Friday. Just then, he heard the vibration of his phone go off, indicating that he had a new text. Evan reached over to grab his phone and read the message. Savannah. Of course. Except he remembered Savannah putting her own number into his phone, but how on earth had she gotten his?

He glanced at the text conversation and realized that she had actually sent herself a text from his number and then later replied so they would both have each other’s number.

Figures, he thought, rolling his eyes, feeling briefly annoyed.

“Good morning. Are you still wearing them?”, the text read.

Wow. Right to the point.

Evan started to type back his response, then considered for a moment. Chloe had already left for work….so what could it hurt? Carefully, Evan slid down his boxers once again, and snapped a picture. Along with the picture, Evan typed out the caption “These are surprisingly comfy”.

Within seconds, his phone buzzed again. He hadn’t expected her to respond so quickly. He glanced at the reply. “And they look cute too.
Wow…who knew? ;)”

Evan waited a few seconds, deciding what to type back, as an idea suddenly came to him. He got up out of bed and pulled out the hot pink shopping bag from his job that contained the items he had tried on- and purchased last night. Evan gingerly slid on each thigh high, and then the garter belt, which he attached to his stockings.

Evan made his way into the bathroom, and positioned himself in front of the mirror, leaning forward slightly . He quickly snapped a selfie and was surprised at how good it actually it came out.

He sent the picture and wrote back “I’m thinking of staying like this all day until I have class later hehe”.

Evan waited a few minutes, but this time, no response came. He shrugged it off, and decided to actually follow what he wrote by lounging in bed with his thigh highs and garter on. He used to do this all the time, but hadn’t been in the mood lately…until now.

A few hours had passed, and after making his bed and straightening up a bit, Evan started getting ready for class. As he grabbed a clean shirt to change into, a smile came to his lips. His new stuff was so comfortable, and he really did find himself enjoying the way each of the fabrics felt against his skin. If he wore pants, no one would see…..

Just as Evan pulled into the campus parking lot, his phone went off. Probably Chloe, he assumed, as he pulled out his phone to read her message. Except it was from Savannah.

“Nice ass …I’m almost jealous. :P Anyway, I was wondering since we both work early tomorrow maybe we do some more shopping after?”

Evan bit his lip, trying to decide how to best respond. Shopping? With Savannah, that could mean literally anything. But it was nice to spend time with someone who wasn’t only into his fetish, but actually enjoyed it and encouraged it. On the other hand, he still had to think about
Chloe, who definitely wouldn’t like the idea.

“ Sounds like fun. Maybe…gotta get to class”.

He quickly sent the text, then after a few seconds typed out another message. “You should be happy to know that I’m out in pubic wearing my new stuff….well kinda :P”

Evan barely made it through class, and before he knew it the night was almost over. He definitely found himself distracted by the smooth feeling of the nylon rubbing against his legs under his jeans. And Savannah’s idea of going shopping again. Tomorrow. Only a few hours away. Should he? Probably not. He could always tell her no…that things had gone far enough. But would she listen? And did he want to?

This took a lot longer than I had hoped and expected…mainly because this story is a lot longer than I thought it would be- so this is actually the first half. As always, please read and review. If for some reason, you haven’t read the first few chapters, make sure to go ahead and do that before you read this one. The next part should be up soon.

Chapter 6: A Romp At the Mall

“Woohoo!! Way to go, Evan!”, Katy practically cheered the next morning as Evan entered the store for the beginning of his shift.

Evan stopped short and turned around. “ Huh? What’re you talking about?”

“Savannah told us about last night….we made our sales goal because of you!!”, Katy said, her breasts bouncing and practically overflowing from her top as she moved towards him.

“She always does have to run her mouth about something”, muttered Tonya, suddenly appearing next to Katy.

“Oh well….it’s not really that big of a deal..I mean I like working with customers”, he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

And I really like our merchandise, he found himself wanting to add.

A slight creaking sound was heard from the back of the store as a door opened, and then shut.

“Oh good, you’re here”, Savannah said, as she made her way up to the front, casting a smile at Evan. “Tonya…go head to the stockroom now”.

Both Tonya and Evan looked somewhat bewildered.

“But I thought I was scheduled to do the backroom today-“, Evan started to say.

“Are you kidding?”, Savannah asked, tossing a strand of dark hair over her shoulder. “After how well you did last night? Hell no…Tonya’s doing the stockroom today and you’re staying on the sales floor”.

Tonya cast a quick glance of disdain at both Savannah and Evan, before stomping off to the backroom.

“Stupid”, she said in a low voice, as she walked past Savannah.

All morning, Evan lived up to his apparent reputation of a model sales associate by helping every customer that case in- just like he had the night before. At one point, Evan even found himself carrying their shopping bags around the store-not that he minded in the slightest.
The whole time, Savannah and Katy stood by near the registers, watching in a state of awe.

“Wow….”, Katy said to Evan, once things had slowed down, and they were all finally alone in the store.”I almost didn’t believe it when Savannah told us, but OMG…. it’s like you have a gift!!”, she said with a giggle.

“Ha…yeah are you sure, you aren’t gay?”, Tonya scoffed, walking up to the rest of them.

“Tonya- is shipment done?”, Savannah asked pointedly Her voice had a fake sugary sweet tone, but the glare in her eyes was unmistakable.

‘Oh whatever, Savannah!!!” Tonya practically spit out. “Everyone knows that only reason you get away with this shit is because Mommy owns the store”.

“Actually, all I know is that our sales are up, and your numbers are down”, Savannah shot back. “Evan is number one in sales in the store right now, which is why we’re going to keep him on the sales floor”.

“Are you sure that isn’t because you think this is your chance at him?”, Tonya hissed icily, getting closer to Savannah, who’s faced had become visibly flushed. “I got in two hours ago …I’m going on break for a smoke”, Tonya said icily, as she walked out of the store before
Savannah could reply.

Number one in sales, Evan thought quizzically. That seemed pretty damn amazing. Guess Evan’s secret fetish really did lend itself to his performance at work.

Savannah kept her gaze fixed on the store entrance that Tonya had just walked out of. She put up a good front, but Evan could tell that she was still at least somewhat shaken by her confrontation with Tonya.

“Are you ok?”, Evan mouthed once his eyes met Savannah’s, his voice barely above a whisper.

Savannah gave a quick half nod before directing her attention to Katy, who had been busying herself with folding on a nearby table. “Katy, can I have you check on the fitting rooms?”

“Sure thing!”, Katy replied with a smile, as she looked up and headed over to the fitting room area.

“So….shopping?”, Savannah asked a few moments later after Katy had left the two of them alone.

She began idly straightening a pair of panties on a nearby table, while Evan stood there weighing his options and trying to decide what was the right thing to do.

“It’s not that I don’t want to..”, he started to say honestly. “ Because….God….I really do”.

“Just a few hours”, Savannah countered, as her eyes held his gaze.

She still sounded in control as usual, but Evan noticed the subtlest tone of eagerness in her voice.

She wants this just as much as I do, he realized. Which was saying a lot….since he wanted to so much…..more than he was willing to admit to himself.

Before Evan could fully grasp what was happening, he heard himself once again complying with her request.

“Ah…fine. What could a few hours hurt?”

As soon as the words were out, Evan’s mouth fell open in shock. What the heck was going on here? What kind of hold did Savannah have on him? It was almost hypnotic….

“I thought so….I mean you seem to be enjoying your new stuff…based on the your pics”, she said with a sly smile, as she slinked off towards the registers.

The remainder of Evan’s shift seemed to drag on…he could only imagine what Savannah had planned for him this time. And the anticipation was starting to kill him. It didn’t help that business was a little slow this morning.

He helped a few customers, but there had only been a total of about 4 or 5. Then again, it was early … Still Evan couldn’t help but feel a sense of self-consciousness around the female customers that he usually ended up becoming subservient towards- especially the two girls he had helped earlier and seemed to be giggling the entire time about a guy working in a lingerie store.

Finally, it was one o’clock, and the end of both Evan and Savannah’s shifts had arrived.

“Hey…you ready?”, Savannah asked, coming up behind Evan and causing him to jump slightly. “Wow...look at you….so excited”, she giggled, raising an eyebrow.

“Ha….oh whatever”, Evan replied with a nervous laugh, trying to brush off the fact that he had startled so easily.

Evan turned to glance at Savannah. Although she was wearing a plain black shirt and dark jeans, she still manage to look cute. Savannah had left her hair down today , which she currently had brushed over one shoulder, as she idly twisted a strand.

“Where’d you have in mind?”, Evan asked, his high pitched tone once again returning.

It really shouldn’t surprise him anymore…in fact, he should’ve expected his voice to change around Savannah…but that was what seemed to make it all the more embarrassing.

“Why? Scared someone will see you and find out your secret?”, Savannah teased, as they walked out of Hidden Desires together.

Actually, Evan hadn’t thought about that.

“Well..now that you mention it”, he began, as his mind started to briefly consider the possible implications.

“Relax”, Savannah said, rolling her eyes as they started down the escalator to the lower level of the mall. “I don’t think you’ll run into anyone you know here”, as she led him into a store called “Wigs by Ellie”.

Evan hesitated a moment before entering the store. Savannah noticed and turned back to look at him.

“Is there a problem?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow. Evan knew that arguing was pointless, and shook his head in response.

“Good”, she said smoothly with a smile, as she leaned into Evan. “Have you ever bought a wig before?”, she asked with genuine curiosity.

“No”, he answered, trying to not get too distracted by her sudden flirtatious behavior.

Evan still couldn’t figure her out. Cool and in control, one minute…and then sweet and flirty, the next.

“I thought about it….you know, around Halloween”, he went on. “But I just never…”. He let the sentence drop, not really sure what else to say.

It was true that he had considered buying a wig in the past….even going as far as actually going into a store and looking at them. But he never went through with it. Buying lingerie was one thing…but a wig was something a little more extreme. He always felt a bit uncomfortable and self-conscious when he bought anything related to his secret fantasy. Plus, wigs were expensive- especially the ones that were decent quality.

When would he wear it? That would entail actually dressing up fully, which he knew Chloe probably wouldn’t appreciate.

“Kinda creepy”, Savannah said in a low voice, nudging Evan, “All these heads”, she muttered, gesturing to the numerous mannequin heads displaying wigs in the store.

“Yup”, Evan agreed. “I mean …I guess its necessary …but they do kind of stare at you”, he said, with a giggle.

Savannah and Evan stayed close as they both scanned the wigs- and heads. A lot of them were on tables scattered throughout the store, but there were many more displayed along the walls as well.
Evan noticed that the wigs in the store at least seemed to be made well…not like the cheap plastic fiber ones sold at party stores. With so many choices, Evan wasn’t even sure where to start.

“So…what do you want to be? Blonde, brunette or something else?”, Savannah asked, moving away to examine some of the wigs on the wall.

“Blonde I guess”, Evan answered, shrugging his shoulders. “Since that’s my hair color already…it’ll probably just make things easier”, he said, as he quickly ran a hand over his hair.

Savannah turned and glanced up at Evan. “What color is your hair anyway?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“This”, he replied, pointing at his hair, as if he was stating the obvious.

Except that wasn’t exactly the truth. His natural color was a strawberry blonde- with a hint of ginger that he wasn’t particularly fond of.

Even though he was technically a bleached blonde, he figured it wasn’t too noticeable since he was naturally fair skinned and had light eyes. But once again, it seemed that Savannah had found another one of his secrets that she wasn’t about to let go.

“Underneath all the peroxide”, Savannah demanded with a smirk

Evan sighed. “Blonde still….with a little red. But I swear, Savannah…”. He didn’t finish the sentence.

What was the point? He had nothing. And did it even matter now?

“Haha. ..so you’re a ginger! And you actually dye your hair to cover it!!!How very girly of you”, Savannah teased.

“You know it”, Evan said, rolling his eyes as he turned away from her to hide the fact that he knew his face was flushing with embarrassment, especially since the high pitched tone in his voice return after her last remark.

“Oh my god…..look. They actually have names!!”, Savannah pointed out, motioning for Evan to come over.

“What? No way”, Evan said, with a slight chuckle as he glanced at the name tag of a mannequin head with a long brunette wig with bangs. “This one is Jennifer apparently”

“Here’s Michelle”, Savannah said , eyeing the blond wig displayed. “What do you think?”

“Hmm…not bad” , Evan said, turning around to look at the wig. “That’s my sister’s name actually”.

The wig was mostly straight except for some waves towards the end and reached a few inches past the shoulders. But Evan wondered if it would end up getting in the way because of the length.

“Seriously”, Evan said, as Savannah raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Might be a bit too long though”, he went on, as he inspected the wig further.

Evan and Savannah stopped in front of a head with a jet black straight wig cut into a retro flip style. Evan reached over to inspect the name tag.

“Jacqueline!!”, both said in unison, followed by a fit of laughter they shared together.

“Oh.. my.. God…”, Savannah said, in between giggles. “Not exactly my mom’s style…wouldn’t you say?”, she mused, after recomposing herself. “Or yours either”, she added, looking up at Evan.

“No?”,Evan asked, pretending to sound disappointed.

He quickly glanced around at the other wigs on display, before his eyes landed on a shoulder length , straight blonde wig with sideswept bangs.

“How about Staci?”, he asked, nodding his head towards the mannequin head in the blonde wig on the shelf.

“Good choice”, Savannah said approvingly.

“Yeah?”,Evan asked, feeling slightly awkward and nervous. “I mean… yeah”, he said, trying to sound more confident and hide his nervousness.

“I like it”, Savannah said, confirming his choice. “Are you Staci?”, she asked in a noticeably low but playful tone, moving close again.

“Uhh….you mean do I have a girly name for myself?”, he clarified, feeling his cheeks grow warm and his heart rate start to quicken.

If he was already nervous before and Savannah had sensed it (which she clearly did), then she knew just how far to push him without driving him completely over the edge.

“It’s…Erika”, he said quietly, trying to steady himself. “With a K”.

“Cute”, Savannah commented. She moved away and briefly turned to glance at the wig again. “Any particular reason you picked that name?”, she asked, turning to look at him again.

As usual, her hot and cold demeanor confused him- but at least, he managed to calm down a bit.

“Honestly, I wish I had a good back story on it..”, Evan started. “But…really I just wanted a name that started with the same first letter as my real name. The K is just to be unique”, he said, with a giggle, causing him to become slightly self-conscious. “Isn’t that ..uh…what most cross
dressers do?”.

Suddenly, a young sales girl who appeared to be of Asian descent and in her early 20’s approached them before Savannah could answer.

“You guys doing ok over here?”, she asked, sounding somewhat bored.

Evan started to feel nervous again. Where did she come from?? For a brief moment, Evan worried that this girl had overheard their conversation, and knew his secret. But no- as he gave her a second glance, he realized that she seemed overall pretty uninterested in her job, as well as the customers.

“Yeah, thank you”, Evan said quickly. “Uhh…Savannah…we should probably get going here”, he said, as he cleared his throat to get her attention.

Savannah quickly nodded her agreement. “So…I think we’ll take the Staci wig up there”, she told the sales girl, gesturing with her shoulder in the direction towards where the wig was displayed.

Her tone was as calm and confident as ever, causing Evan to feel a mixture of both surprise and jealousy at how at ease she remained during the interaction. Then again, Savannah wasn’t the one who had anything to hide, or be worried about.

“Sure”, the girl said in reply, as she walked over to the wall.

She pulled the blond wig off the mannequin head, and made her way over to the cash register. Evan and Savannah followed .

“So do you ever get…weirded out with all these mannequin heads around you?”, Evan asked, trying to make conversation, as the girl rang the wig up.

The girl broke out into a smile and giggled at the question.

“Ha, yeah. Sometimes I even find myself talking to them”, she answered, as wrapped the wig in a hairnet before placing it into a shopping bag.

Savannah nudged Evan in the side at hearing the girl’s response and mouthed the words, “I think she’s serious”. Evan stifled a laugh, as he pulled out his wallet.

“Oh, and also…”, the girl said after Evan had paid. “We usually have our customers sign our book for our records”.

“Wait..huh?”, Evan said, caught off guard. He could himself start to blush.

Even though he knew it was probably just a store policy, he was paranoid of having his name and any other personal information on record.
How would he be able to explain buying a wig??

“I got this”, Savannah said slyly, as the girl placed the book on the counter.

Evan watched as Savannah wrote down her phone number and expected her to put her own name as well, but saw instead that she scrawled
the name Erika. Evan tossed her a sideways glance in response, as they left the store.

Hey babes. I feel bad for going another 3 months without posting even the second half of Part 6. To make up for it, I hope to be done with the next installment soon and have a much quicker upload. Anyway, PLEASE read and review. If you need to catch up or refresh your memory, all of the earlier parts are on here as well :) So enjoy- and let's hopefully get a conversation going in the comments section-I'd love to hear your thoughts!!

As they headed out into the mall with Savannah walking slightly ahead, Evan noticed once again how cute her feet looked. Today, she was wearing a pair of ankle length cognac colored boots that had a medium heel, giving her a few inches of extra height. If Evan had to guess, he figured they were probably 3-4inches high.

Not exactly the stiletto heels her mother usually sported, but not bad, he thought.

“So..uh where to now?”, Evan asked, trying to sound casual.

“Well I was thinking…”, Savannah began, stopping midsentence, as she turned around and caught Evan staring at her feet. A sly grin came to her lips. “Hey..Evan…..my eyes are up here”, she said coyly.

Evan snapped back to attention, as he quickly shifted his gaze to meet hers .

“Wha..? I wasn’t-”, he started to protest, as Savannah moved in again so that their hips were touching.

“So how long were you going to hold out before you told me you had a foot fetish?”, Savannah asked, staring up at him.

Evan sighed. “Not very long, I guess”.

“I have an idea!”, Savannah said suddenly, sounding excited as she grabbed Evan’s hand.

With surprising force for someone her size, Savannah lead Evan into a shoe store. He wasn’t too surprised by this, given their recent topic of conversation. But what exactly was Savannah planning now?

“So does Erika own any shoes?”, Savannah asked, with an unmistakable glimmer of mischievousness in her eyes .

“Shh”, Evan tried to hush her, immediately growing uncomfortable at the mention of his female name.

Evan knew he was just being overly cautious, as it was more than likely that no one else could hear, let alone understand what they were talking about, but it still felt weird actually talking about it out loud.

“I….I have a couple pairs at home”, he admitted shyly, looking away mostly so Savannah wouldn’t notice him blushing.

“Details please”, Savannah prodded, as she sidled up close to Evan, and linked her arm through his. “I wonder how many people assume we’re actually a couple”, she said, the tone in her voice suddenly changing and sounding genuinely curious.

Evan was wondering the same thing while hoping with every fiber in his body that he didn’t run into anyone that knew him or Chloe. Savannah directed Evan towards a display of stiletto heels. Evan began to feel himself become increasingly aroused.

“Ooo these are cute!!”, Savannah said, letting go of Evan’s arm as she reached for a red colored heel with black lace overlay.

“Mmm…yeah they are!!”, Evan agreed, giggling. “Actually, I have a pair like that except mine are light pink. But I think red would look sexy on you”, he said, before he was unable to stop the words from coming out.

“I think I like these better though”, Savannah said, not missing a beat as she grabbed a black and hot pink peep toe stiletto heels off display.

Me too, Evan agreed silently, as he looked over the shoe Savannah was holding and instantly found himself imaging her cute and sexy little feet in them.

“Hmm..maybe its time that we got you a new pair”, Savannah whispered suddenly, as she grabbed Evan’s arm again to turn his attention towards what she was talking about.

“Huh…wha-?”, Evan started to say before stopping short as he quickly realized the pair that she was referring to. “Savannah…no! No way!!!”, he protested.

The pair of shoes in question were black platform heels that looked to be at least 7 inches in height and had three thin ankle straps with rhinestones.

“What?”, Savannah demanded, casually twirling a lock of dark hair around her finger.

Either she was oblivious, or just didn’t care. More than likely, knowing Savannah, it was the second choice.

“Those are total stripper shoes!!”, Evan complained, desperately trying to keep his voice low. “And…besides those heels are so high, there’s no way that I’d be able to walk in them”, he added, trying not to let the nervousness in his voice show.

Savannah blinked, and then just shrugged, apparently letting the idea go.

“Fine. I’ll just get these and we’ll go”, she said smoothly, gesturing to the black and pink peep toe stilettos she was still holding, and headed over towards the register.

Evan wasn’t sure what to make of Savannah’s dismissing the idea so easily. He definitely wondered what she was planning now.

Evan noticed Savannah grab a pair of inexpensive looking flip flops off the nearby end cap and placed them on the counter to add to her order.

Savannah glanced slyly over her shoulder, as she and Evan left the shoe store. Evan started to feel himself grow nervous again. A few seconds passed without either of them saying anything, when Savannah walked in the direction of a Barnes and Nobles.

“You want to get a book..?”, Evan asked, feeling completely confused.

He stopped short as Savannah suddenly took a quick sharp turn in towards the passageway located outside the store .

Savannah leaned against the wall and looked up at him, all doe eyes…appearing to be innocent yet seductively.

“You know…my feet really are starting to hurt after wearing these boots all day”, Savannah complained, as her eyes sparkled with mischief, giving away the fact that she was only pretending to be in anguish. “Can you please help me out of these and into my new comfy sandals?”

Evan was definitely turned on now by Savannah’s act of feigned helplessness- and that she was actually asking him to tend to her feet…something he was more than happy to oblige. Savannah slightly raised one foot, as Evan unzipped the boot and slid it off her foot. Evan stared down at her bare foot and toes, which he noticed were polished a deep burgundy color, and started to gently massage her foot, as he could feel himself growing harder.

Desperately trying to stay focused, he grabbed the sandal and slowly pushed her foot into it, giving the heel one last massage. Evan quickly went to work on Savannah’s other foot, unzipping the boot and carefully removing it. As Evan began to massage Savannah’s foot, her eyes locked on his, causing his heart rate (and groin) to start pulsating at an even more rapid pace.

“Kiss it!!”, she commanded in a low but unmistakably playful tone.

‘Whaa- right here? Now??”, Evan asked nervously, though his expression quickly changed from uncomfortable to practically leaping with joy.

He smiled in spite of himself, as he bent down trying to be as stealthy as possible, and again started to massage Savannah’s toes- this time with his tongue. Evan took his time, slowly and deliberately swirling his tongue around each of her toes, as Savannah let out a soft giggle and began to ever so slightly flex her toes in response. This only turned him on more, as he kept going- until he could suddenly feel the panties he was still wearing start to dampen .

Realizing this, Evan hastily grabbed the other sandal while still taking extra care to diligently work her foot into it.

“That got me kinda hot”, he found himself admitting in a noticeably girlish voice, as he stood back up.

Savannah giggled again. “So..ready for round two?”, she teased.

“I…uh well actually need to take care of something..”, Evan started to say in a tone that resembled more of a mumble

“Oh my gosh…I completely forgot!!!!”, Savannah gasped, clasping her hands together. “We need to see how naughty of a girl you’ve been...especially after this last stunt”, she said, lowering her tone as she leaned in closer.

“Savannah-“, Evan wanted to at least try to sound somewhat forceful, but somehow knew he ended up sounding whiny.

“C’mon!”, she said, as she steered him down towards the end of the corridor where the restrooms were located.

Evan sighed, knowing what was coming next, but didn’t say anything. At least it’s an indoor restroom this time, he thought.

“Go on in and send me a pic of the evidence”, Savannah instructed , with a sly smile forming on her lips.

Evan felt like his legs were turning into jell-o underneath him, as he pushed open the door of the men’s restroom, which was luckily empty, and entered. Once inside, Evan quickly went inside an unoccupied stall, made sure it was securely locked, and shakily unzipped his pants to
inspect the damage. The black lace panties were indeed more than a little damp, Evan noticed, as he reluctantly dug his phone out of the pocket of his pants and snapped a picture. He hesitated briefly, before hitting send.

Evan waited for what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but felt like hours before Savannah’s reply came in

“Good girl…now get yourself zipped back up and come out. ”

Evan stared at the message for a millisecond. He knew that Savannah was not about to just let him go after simply sending the picture. He also had an idea what was coming next, as he remembered the last instance with the chastity belt a few days ago- with an agonizing pain in his groin. Bracing himself, Evan quickly exited the stall and pushed the restroom door open.

Savannah was once again standing against the wall across the way from the restroom, with one leg raised behind her. As soon as their eyes met, Evan began shaking his head .

“No way!” Evan insisted, in a low hushed tone before Savannah could say anything. “I’m not going through wearing that thing again!!!”, he insisted, keeping his voice low.

“Whoa…Evan, hold on”, Savannah started, as she came over closer to him. “First off, I wasn’t even going to make you wear the belt…”

“Oh”, Evan felt his cheeks blush slightly at hearing that. “Well, I…”

“But now that you mention it”, Savannah added with a giggle, crossing in front of him as she started out of the passageway.

“Savannah…no…come on”, Evan pleaded as he followed behind, still trying to keep his voice down, even though he knew the panic in his voice was becoming increasingly noticeable .

Savannah raised an eyebrow, and Evan let out another sigh.

“It’s just…its complicated”, he said.

“She’s not into it”, Savannah prompted, as if stating the obvious.

“She doesn’t care”, Evan clarified. “She’s not….bothered by it…..but she doesn’t encourage it. And I….”

“You want something more” Savannah finished for him,, as a small smile came to her lips.

This time, though, Evan noticed it wasn’t her usual coy, slightly devious expression. No…this smile was different.. almost hopeful.

Wait- was Savannah into this for more than the fetish? Up until this point, he thought it was just a game for her….

“I just feel bad”, Evan said, running his hand through his hair. “Because I know she’s not into me dressing up….or any of the other stuff….so I don’t really get to at home”.

“Well….”, Savannah started. “What if we had a little play time of our own?”, she asked.

Play time? Meaning him dressed up as Erika…with Savannah? Or , God forbid....the dreaded chastity belt?

Evan shook his head. “I already told you…I can’t”, he said.

“Aww come on….it would just be a little fun…between the two of us”, Savannah said, tossing Evan a playful glance over her shoulder. “And it
would just be for tomorrow….at work”.

Yeah right, Evan thought. Just tomorrow. This whole thing had already lasted a LOT longer than he had ever expected.

Not that he completely minded…because it wasn’t all bad. And Savannah’s offer was tempting.

Evan caught Savannah’s gaze. There it was again. That look….playful but also desire. Almost pleading.
It was too risky. Especially if Chloe ever found out…

“I-maybe”, he heard himself say. “I’ll let you know. No promises though”, he added.

“Fine”, Savannah agreed, smoothly, as she turned away and started walking again before pausing to look back at him.

Evan hesitated for a moment, figuring that Savannah expected him to follow her.

“I, uh”, Evan cleared his throat. “I need to get home”.

“See you tomorrow”, Savannah said, whipping her head around before he could say anything else, and headed towards the mall exit