I don't know how she did it, but Mother convinced me that we needed to go to Mr. Andre's shop, and that dressing en femme was appropriate. I was really nervous, but knew none of the kids from school would ever be seen in Mr. Andre's shop, it was for ladies, mature ladies. Feeling I would be safe I warmed to the idea, and it actually excited me a little. Of course I reminded myself of the last visit to that establishment, and how Mr. Andre had quickly taken control of me and used me for his pleasure.
It seemed all the men I knew were doing the very same thing.
I wore a pretty white silk blouse that fit me nicely, and it was tucked into a gray wool skirt that fell above my knees. I also wore a pretty red cardigan sweater. You probably want to hear about my undergarments, don't you, you naughty thing?
Well I was wearing a matching bra and panty set in the palest pink color. The panties were very silky and felt amazing up against my little male bits. The panties had a seam right up the crack in the back. Mother said it was to give me "a more shapely derriere" which made me giggle when she said it. A white lace garter belt was attached to sheer white stockings, and I had on some low black shoes, girls shoes of course. Mother watched as I applied my makeup and brushed my long hair into a more girlish manner. I looked pretty. I felt like a girl and I was happy.
You know, if you had told me six months ago I would be dressed like this, and planning on going to a lingerie store I would have told you that you were crazy. Oh I had fantasies about dressing of course, and wore mother's things whenever I could get away with it but I figured it would pass, I would move on. Guess not!
Mother had worn her full regimen of foundation garments, making sure to always prance around before me nude or in lingerie, as if it was perfectly natural. She was wearing a body shaper today in black which did a wonderful job of pulling in her tummy, and it seemed to push even more flesh up into her ample bosoms. This body shaper was crafted to end just under the breasts, and the thick straps reaching up to her shoulders pushed her breasts outward and upward. Mother has lovely breasts, they are big and full and she has very large nipples. She reined them in with a very sturdy looking black brassiere with the prettiest lace embellishments between the cups. She put on some thigh high stockings that were nude or suntan as the packaging says and her legs as usual looked quite shapely. Her dress was very pretty, a pattern in red, black and white, and she wore tall shiny black heels.
As we walked from out parked car, filled the parking meter, and walked the several blocks to the store (I don't know why she parked so far away from it, that was weird) we received several wolf whistles and looks from admiring men. It excited me and made me giggle.
"Put some sway in your walk Brandy, you don't want to be found out, do you?"
She smiled as I took her advice and tried to be more girly. The door to Mr. Andre's shop could not have come quick enough, and when we pushed open the heavy door I heard the ding a ling of the bell ringing, announcing someone entering the shop. We were greeted at once by Mr. Andre.
"Ah, look who's graced my humble shop this afternoon! Barbara and her lovely son Brandon!"
I wilted with embarassment, as there were a few other ladies in the shop. They just peered at me over the top of their glasses and got a good look at the sissy. I looked into their eyes and immediately looked down, not being able to maintain eye contact.
"Oh Andre, surely you remember this is Brandy, and I prefer to think of her as my daughter now. Doesn't she look pretty?"
"Indeed! And it looks as though she's becoming much more comfortable with her feminine side. I must say I am quite proud that she;s wearing my undergarments....unless you've been shopping elsewhere Barbara? You know those big box stores would never give you the personal service you get in my store."
I gulped thinking about how I was taken right there, in the back room where one was sized and modeled privately, using all of the mirrors in the room to see yourself from different angles, assuring a perfect fitting garment. He had me and I did nothing to stop it.
"So what can I do for you girls today? We have a wonderful sale on nylon tricot panties this week!"
I glanced over to see the large display of panties of all shapes sizes and colors, I wished I could just bury myself in those panties, what a sissy delight! I pictured panties covering every inch of me, covering me in silky delight!
"Andre, I think it's time for Brandy to be fitted for a new brassiere, she seems to be blossoming there. Could you help us?"
I shuddered at the thought of hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples, feeling the fullness that had overtaken my chest. I guess she was right though, there was no denying that my chest was bigger than it used to be!
"Brandy dear, won't you slip off that cardigan, and your blouse...and we can have a look. Don't be shy now, a proper fit is very important for a young lady."
"Right here in the shop...out in the open? Can't I have some privacy?"
The ladies in the shop giggled, one commenting to the other that she couldn't believe there was a male underneath all the femininity I displayed by my dress and the way I was acting. I mean, a normal boy wouldn't be caught dead in this predicament.
Mr. Andre walked up and put his arm around me.
"Such a sensitive young woman..yes of course I'll take you into the back room where you will feel less...vulnerable!"
"Thank you Andre, I will shop for panties while you measure Brandy's new breasts! I'm sure Brandy could use a few new pairs, as could I. One can never have enough panties,,,and nylon tricot is ever so sensual!"
The other ladies in the shop, hearing her, nodded in agreement. This was not the first time they had seen a feminized male in the shop, and they knew full well the intoxicating power of silky panties on smooth skin.
As soon as we entered the back room Andre grabbed me tight and kissed me, right on the lips. I was stunned! He quickly entered my mouth with his tongue, pushing right in, and I just let him. I am such a failure as a male! He pulled away from my lips, leaving me wanting, and helped me remove my sweater and blouse. He quickly saw that the bra I was wearing was cutting into my side and ill fitting.
"Oh my, we can't have this! I'd say you've developed from a B cup to a C cup, isn't that wonderful? You're just bursting into womanhood, darling!"
Wonderful? I wasn't so sure, I admit I like having girlish breasts, like feeling them, even making them bounce a bit. But it was like something that couldn't be turned back, that I couldn't hide forever. I knew of course that the vitamins mother had been giving me were really some form of female hormones, or something that was restraining my masculinity, decreasing it. I found that my breasts were indeed fuller, more sensitive, and that my cock and balls were even smaller than before, but it was other things, like smoother skin, softer hair that I also noticed. Deep down I knew what she was giving me but I didn't fight it, which just emboldened Mother to continue down this silky path to femininity.
Mr. Andre stood before me, wrapped his arms around me and deftly undid my bra, as I'm sure he had done to countless other women and girls. Oops there I go again...I'm not a girl, I'm not a girl...and then he began to fondle my breasts and his fingers went right to my nipples, pinching them both at the same time. I moaned like a little sissy and cowered a bit before him, accepting his dominance over me....and yes, I AM a girl...I AM a girl!
Mr. Andre released my nipples and pulled a cloth tape measure from his suit coat pocket. He pulled it around me from the back, running the tape along my nipples and looked at the measurement, which was directly between my breasts.
"A 34C, my dear. You are developing a lovely pair of titties! I'll bet you're quite popular with the boys, aren't you, princess?"
I thought of all the cock I had serviced since we first met here at the shop. Popular wasn't really the word for it. Slutty came to mind, easy for sure, but somehow that seemed OK with me. Mother kept telling me to be proud of who I was, that I was of good stock, and I would resolve this "gender issue" soon enough. The thought gave me confidence and I looked right into Mr. Andre's eyes.
"Indeed Sir, men do seem to find me attractive...men such as you! I can see you're hard for me, aren't you, you naughty man?"
Mr. Andre laughed and pulled down his pants and underwear, letting his big boner pop out. I looked at it with lust, and he saw me. He smiled at me and pushed down on my shoulders. I submissively dropped to my knees. It had been a few days since that incident in the box in the locker room and to tell the truth I was missing having a cock in my mouth. As I recalled the man's cock was quite pleasant.
"Now that you're getting bigger you can experience something new...something men really enjoy, I can't say women enjoy it, but after all it is their place to serve...a titty fuck!"
I leaned my frame back a bit as Mr. Andre put his dripping prick between my breasts and he began to move it back and forth. I wanted to make his fucking more pleasurable, and thereby reinforcing my female feelings.
"It's a bit dry....here let me make it more slippery!"
I moaned as the man spit heavily, it landing partially on his cock and partially on my left breast. He carefully lubricated the other side of his fuckmeat as well. It really made a difference and soon he was fucking back and forth, holding my titties in each hand pulling them closer together, enveloping his thrusting prick in my breast meat. He held them roughly and began to grunt.
I watched in amazement as his cock grew even longer and harder, nearly bumping my chin on the deepest part of his thrusts. I found myself sticking my tongue out, trying to taste the tip of it. He sensed what I was doing and made sure it was just out of reach, teasing me. We could here my mother chattering away in the retail area of the shop, going on about the new lycra panty girdles.
He was really fucking my tits now. I felt so girlish, and excited too, anticipating he would soon shoot and his semen would propel right at my face. I was ready for it and I wanted it, even sticking out my tongue and quietly urging him on...
"Come on, Stud....cream me...give it to me. I know you want to...want to give me your hot cum! Let me drink it for you...please?"
That's all it took for him to reach the boiling pint, but instead of shooting toward my face he pulled his cock back and creamed right between my breasts. It was a new sensation, being used like that, and my disappointment at not feeding on his cream was soon outweighed by reminding myself that a face full of cum would be hard to explain to Mother. His breathing slowed as his cock emptied itself/
"Ah, that was quite satisfying! Stand up Brandy dear."
He helped me to stand and then took his fingers and began spreading his cum over my breasts, rubbing the copious amounts of his spunk into my breast meat.
"Never waste cum, Brandy. The protein is not only tasty of course, as you well know...but it's also a wonderful lotion for your skin!"
I moaned as his fingers massaged his juice into my breasts. He pulled himself back together, fastened his pants back in place and was once again Mr, Suave. I was startled when he called out for Mother.
"Barbara...please step back here."
Mother quickly entered and saw Mr. Andre fully clothed and her sissy son naked from the waist up.
"What is it Andre?"
"Barbara your son..er I'm sorry, I mean your daughter...is developing nicely. She needs a larger bra size, with more support.,,she's advanced to a 34C! Surely I don't need to impress upon you the importance of well fitting undergarments?"
"A C Cup? Already? My, but my little girl is growing up, isn't she? Her breasts are lovely, aren't they, Andre?"
"Yes indeed, my dear! I impressed upon Brandy the importance of moisturizing as her breasts grow, and in fact gave her some special lotion from my private stock. You may have noticed her skin is glistening."
Mother looked closer and must have smelled the semen, I mean how could she not? She just smiled though, and took each of my breasts into her hands gently squeezing them and feeling their fullness.
"My goodness these have grown! Andre, as usual, your merchandise is wonderful...and your service impeccable! We'll go out in the shop and pick out a few bras to try on, in the larger size. I want my daughter to have the confidence that only well fitting undergarments can provide!"
She leaned in close to me and whispered quietly...
"There's no going back...is there, Brandy?"