Author; Bigby

Title; Larger sizes

Summary; A college boy has a case of women's clothes, so he checks what
being a college girl might be like.

Keywords; M/TV

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Larger sizes;

It took me three attempts to find the courage to even enter the shop.

�Larger sizes� was what the little card in the window said. The card was next to a pair of shoes. An exquisite pair of shoes that made my dick
twitch just to look at.

It was a small place in a fancy mall downtown. There were lots of shoes
inside, beautiful high-heeled shoes of every kind.

�Can I help you sir?� a man asked behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

�No, thank you, I was just looking.� I choked out, and would have left
if the salesman wasn�t standing in my way.

�They are very pretty aren�t they?� He asked, �Do you want them for yourself?�

He spoke as if that would be quite normal. �Perhaps you�d like to try
them on.� He continued smoothly, watching the confusion and excitement
pass across my face. �Come to the back, trying them on is free.�

He took my arm and steered me to a private corner in the back of the
shop. I sat on the seat and took my sneakers off, as if in a trance. He
took my bare foot in his hand; I wasn�t sure, but I thought he stroked
it slightly. He slipped the fabulous shoe onto one of my feet, then
placed the other one. He tied the straps with a practiced hand.

Then he casually slipped his hand up inside my trousers, nearly to my
knee. He smiled up at me briefly; he had felt my smooth shaved leg.

�Walk in them.� He instructed, �See how it feels.�

I tottered around the back of the shop, my heart pounding as I thought
about wearing these with one of my nice dresses.

�They�re $200.� He told me.

My heart sank; I couldn�t spare that kind of money.

�I could make you a better price.� He offered smoothly. �If you come
back properly dressed, I�ll let you have them for cost.�

�Cost?� I said stupidly.

�$100.� He answered. �If you just come in wearing something sweet; a cocktail dress say.�

I looked at him, and he was looking nearly as nervous as I was.

A customer came into the front of the shop, and I took advantage of the distraction to put my sneakers back on and leave.



I had never been in public in a dress. No one knew, no one at all before
the shoe salesman. The thought of doing it, going out of my apartment
that way was terrifying in the most fantastic way.



It started when I came back from a visit to my parents, and had somehow
got the wrong suitcase. It was full of women�s clothes.

I should have tried harder to find the owner. But I gave up after a
single call; the case had the right luggage tag, it had been mixed up
before check in somehow.

Anyway, I had almost nothing to wear; nearly all my own things had been
n the case I�d lost. The first time I just put on one of the tops when I
had to wash my own clothes in the laundry room downstairs.

You could hardly tell it was a girl�s top, there was just an extra frill
or two. But I knew.

I was surprised at how weird I felt about it. Back in my apartment, I
started to experiment.

I liked the frilly panties, even though they were too tight around my
genitals. My heart pounded the first time I pulled on one of the dresses.

I masturbated, stroking my balls with a pair of silky panties.

I had little time or money for dating after my school commitments. I
enjoyed my private secret fetish, dressing up and looking at myself in
my mirror. I bought a book and some women�s magazines. I bought makeup.
I fixed my own hair and wore the costume jewelry from the case.

There were so many beautiful outfits; and they fit me. But there were no
shoes, they must have been in another bag.



I dressed myself in a gorgeous yellow sheer nylon dress. I did my nails, makeup, and hair. I had no intention of going out, but just getting
ready to and thinking about it got me horny as hell.

I twisted in front of my full-length mirror; I was gorgeous!

My hips were as slim as any girl�s. My ass was as tight as a nut, my
hair was brown and glossy, in a dome over my ears. My eyes were clear
and looking huge from the mascara, my lips were crimson. A fashionable
band around my throat hid my Adam�s apple.



A few days later, I did it for real.

I felt incredibly self conscious about my sneakers. The way I was
dressed screamed for respectable shoes. The realization that I was more concerned about that than being a woman in public was interesting in itself.

�Can I help you madam?� the salesman asked.

I indicated the shoes. �You told me I could get a discount.� I croaked nervously. I had never tried to speak as a woman before.

His eyebrows shot up as he recognized me. �I did.� He confirmed. �And
let me add that you look marvelous. Come to the back.�

I sat on the chair as he knelt down and gently put the shoes on my feet.
His hands strayed up my nylon clad calf; I stiffened in more than one
way, as he reached brazenly up my dress and put his hand on my hot dick,
which was straining to escape the panties.

He squeezed and smiled up at me. �Let�s see you walk.� He sad, letting go.

He was quite attractive I was thinking. Older, in his forties, but very
smooth.

�It will take some practice.� He said, watching me struggling to walk properly in the heels.

Another customer entered, and I lurked in the back of the shop as my
admirer helped the woman for a few minutes.

I was freaked out by what was happening, yet I wasn�t ready to stop yet.
I felt glorious, to be accepted as what I really was.

The salesman came back. �So, you have decided?�

�Decided?� I asked, modulating my voice with more success this time.

�On the shoes. You want them?�

�Oh yes, they�re lovely.� I gushed.

He reached out and took my face in his hand. I froze, my heart pounding
again. I stared at the stranger in shock as he leant forward.

Then his lips were on me, I was kissing a man! But I was a woman. I was,
I told myself, just for this moment.

My mouth opened, my head tilted backwards, his smooth tongue slipped in.

For an infinite minute, it went on. Lips, tongues, hands. I felt weak,
overcome by my assumed persona, by the thrill of being a helpless young
woman in the arms of a powerful and charismatic older man.

He broke away, and guided me back into the fitting chair. Standing
before me, he put his hands on his zipper. Slowly and deliberately, he
pulled it down. He hesitated, watching me. Then he reached in and pulled
out a large circumcised penis, half hard.

I stared at it, like a deer in the headlights of an approaching train.
Holding his member in one hand, the fingers of his other curled behind
my head. Wordlessly, he pulled my face forward.

My head was spinning, my stomach was in a knot. I couldn�t understand
what was happening, even though I knew exactly. I was being abused, I
was a girl in trouble.

The cock struck my lips like a bolt of lightning, causing a shock to run through my body. Then it was in my mouth, it was fully erect, it was
sliding deep into me, it was sliding out again. It was soft and hard and wonderful and terrible, the worst thing that had ever happened to me,
and the best thing.

My arms gripped his legs as he fucked my mouth, his penis brushing my
tonsils with each maddening stroke. My head was filled with the thrill
and the hot pressure of it, my chest felt as if crushed by the
excitement, my face was burning with shame, my cock was stiff with joy
at being here at last.

Suddenly, there was the tinkle of the front door alarm.

�Damn.� He exclaimed, quickly stuffing himself back into his trousers.

He stepped around the corner to help his customer while I recovered myself.

I felt an overwhelming urge to flee; and I did, in the shoes. I strode
past the salesman and an older woman, suddenly able to move in the heels easily; for at that moment, I was all woman.



I went out a few times in the next week. I flirted with men on the
street. I wore the shoes, but I knew they weren�t paid for.

I went back to the shop just before closing time. He was there, alone.

He looked at me silently, a soft smile on his lips. He took some keys
from behind the register and went to the front door. He locked it and
pulled the drapes closed.

Silently, he took me in his arms, he held me tight and kissed me again.
I responded, opening my mouth for him, tasting his mouth in return,
reveling in the feel of him, of his firm hands on my tight ass, of his
hot dick straining at his trousers. His hot dick, hot for me, for my
sexy pseudo female form.

This time, he didn�t pull his dick through his zipper. He undressed completely.

I ran my hands over his firm hairy body, over his stiff dick, his hot
balls. I got on my knees, and took his big hard cock in my mouth.

He groaned in appreciation, holding my head in his hands as I once more
felt his big dick in my throat. There would be no stopping this time, I
would take him all the way.

I sucked him, taking pleasure through my mouth. It felt good to have him
there, it felt right; more right than anything I�d ever known before.
The taste of him, the smell of him, the sensation of him against my
tongue and throat, was so stimulating that I was on the edge of orgasm
myself.

�Look at me.� He said, speaking at last. �Look into my eyes as I come.�

Obligingly, I looked up at him as he began to erupt in my mouth at last.

Hot and thick, his approval pumped into me. His eyes looked straight at
me, sucking my image in as I sucked out his semen. Looking at my
feminine face, yet aware of what I was, he came and came, holding my
pretty face between his strong hands as his dick pulsed and quivered,
pumping and ejaculating his fluids into my hungry painted mouth.

He pulled my face away from his shrinking dick, and half lifted me onto
the fitting seat. He kneeled in front of me and ran his experienced
hands up my legs, before ducking his head under my skirt.

My dick was on fire, but his mouth was wet, cool, and soothing. I came
within a minute, a great rush of excellent release.

I clamped his face between my hands through the thin fabric of the
dress, holding him steady as I ejaculated again and again, pumping until
there was nothing but empty spasms.



I fished in my handbag, and pulled out $100. I gave it to him.

�That isn�t necessary.� He said.

�Yes it is.� I answered.

He nodded agreement, and put the bill next to the register.

�I hope you�ll be back again.� He said.

�I plan to come often.� I replied.

I left, still not knowing his name; but knowing that I would know him
again soon.

Bigby 2005

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