>fuuuck>oh my god>i look..>i stopped myself>it doesn't help me to get all teary eyed right now.>the dress looks. amazing>and my face looks so different with the makeup>but its not like i really look like a girl>the hanging clothes beckoned. >i picked out a simple green shirt and some jeans>oh.>i have to take the dress off to put on the clothes.>here in public.>i agonized.>i mean, she put those safety pins in to fix the chest. so i don't even know how to take it off, really.>but if she were to come back, and i told her i hadn't tried anything on yet...>i decided to face away while i put the clothes on, at least. no need for me to stare at my naked estrogenated male body>i'm sure the clothes will humble me plenty.>i pulled the dress up and over my head, the safety pins tinkled down onto the floor, and i grabbed the jeans>i got kind of confused putting them on. at first i thought they were way too loose and big, because i had a ton of room in the crotch and the leg extended down past my foot. >eventually i figured out it was just high waisted.>fucking idiot. a real woman would know that.>shirt next. basically a t shirt but with a v neck collar with some button clasps>ok... it's all on, then. >so i turned around>it took me a second. and i regretted it. >it just looked like a men's outfit!>i guess that's just what it's like when your body is like mine"knock knock! how's it going in there?">fantastic timing as always. i swear she does that on purpose.>i made some sort of squeaking noise. at least i'm still holding the tears in. "alright, i'm gonna come in then">eyes downcast, i heard the rings of the curtain scrape against the rod."oh no no no. tuck it in, honey. no point in a high waist if it's all covered up">i finally looked back up
>she was hanging a new batch of clothes on the provided hooks, and smiling at me in the mirror>i listened to her advice, then accepted the offered belt. >i'm sure you can imagine her expression at that point. expectant and excited, she smiled even wider, and gave me a "so? what do you think?" with her eyebrows.>and i was out of other things to look at>i turned my eyes back to my half of the mirror.>wow>WOW!>i realized that i was grinning now, too.>in my peripheral vision, Tabitha did a little happy dance>she's so stunning when she's happy..."so, uh, Tabitha?">she gave me a "hmm?" with her eyebrows. she's good at that."were you, like... telling them about me? because i really don't like that... like, i know you're trying to help. but that's really not your business to share and i-""no! well, yes. but nothing bad. i just told them you were a friend who doesn't know the first thing about dressing yourself, and that they should leave you to me.">oh. that's not so bad"okay... i guess i appreciate it then... but it still feels weird. do they actually, like, think i'm a girl?">stupid question. of course not. "that first girl is kind of... hangs out around trans women. so she probably clocked you. but i seriously doubt any of the other employees or customers did. what, do you not believe in my makeover skills?">she's so allergic to being serious>it pisses me off"that's... pretty hard to believe, honestly.">she turned to the gathered clothes, and, while picking out and handing me a new outfit, said:"i knowwwww.. i know. don't dwell on it. these next.">i accepted the clothes from her hand, and turned to look at her.>she looked back, a bit quizzically"what?">why isn't she leaving?
"uh... i can't put it on until you leave...">I saw Tabitha's confusion ratchet up in intensity, and resolve into a carefree amusement>grabbing and squeezing one shoulder, she laughed good-naturedly"ohhhh... you crack me up, Sadie. it's a *dressing room*. if i left, id just have to be in and out over and over, and it would probably end with you accidentally flashing the other customers. don't be so nervous, this is what girls do.">what?>i looked to her, then to myself in the mirror>am i really going to do this?>slowly, i started peeling the shirt off>my chest is going to be exposed>she's going to see>everything in my body was working overdrive>i was briefly forced into darkness as i got the shirt over my head, and rushed into the light to see Tabitha's reaction.>she looked... surprised? a bit shaken?>still pleasant enough, but she didn't seem as... controlled as her usual self. >bracing myself, i removed the belt, unbuttoned the pants, and began sliding them off>this time my view was unobscured. i watched, unable to control my gaze.>and i saw her>watching>unable to control her gaze.>by the time i had the pants completely off, she was quite clearly staring. she looked a bit flustered...>clearing her throat, she snapped back to her normal self"yes, go ahead and do those two now!">and returned to her placid supportive smile>her lapse stuck in my mind>that felt... incredible>she.. i guess she must actually be attracted to me>she just... wanted me. i could feel it.>on the next few outfits, i... played with that a little.
>shimmying out of my pants a little sexier... turning my body so she could get direct sideboob...>she would have little... cracks. in her facade.>it felt like i had this control over her>it made me feel so powerful.. and, fuck... making me feel like when she put her knee in my crotch...>holy shit, wait. >this is me getting back at her>she flustered me, and now i'm flustering her!!>right as that realization crystallized in my mind, i saw a short expression of confusion on Tabitha's face, followed by a general hardening. >facade back firmly in place, she rather quickly exited the dressing room"be right back! you're going to try some more ambitious stuff!>i was alone in the room again>i... i can't believe i'm doing all this>i feel naked and unprotected with her gone... i'm pretty much stranded until she gets backand i was doing.. that.>i'm in a public store, for fuck's sake!!>again, the scrape of curtain rings on curtain rod"here you go, start with this one. it's not too crazy">unthinking, and glad to no longer be alone, i slipped it up and over my head>...>that bitch!>"not too crazy" my ass>it was a bodycon dress made out of t-shirt material. white. spaghetti straps>strips of elastic on either side of the waist "snatched" the dress to accentuate my hips and minimize my waist>i. looked. fucking. crazy.>i skipped straight past blushing. i was shocked to the point of freezing up. completely silenced by the moment.>i gathered my wits enough to turn and see Tabitha's face.>and she was wearing her smuggest, most devious grin yet.>i looked back at myself. i was a deer in headlights. eyes plastered wide open. face somehow slack and tense all at once.>Tabitha sidled up behind me>inches from me. >i look so small compared to her, in the mirror. >gently, slowly, she placed her hands on either side of my hips. >then she leaned in, and whispered:"alright then, sweetheart. are you ready to stop playing dumb about this?"
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