Turning The Tables Ch. 03
Keywords: The, Ch., 03, Tables, Turning,
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"The story so far: Phillip is on holiday with his wife, Jacqui and her best friend Hilary. Following on from a pleasant evenings cross-dressing with Jacqui and Hilary at home, He has been encouraged to spend the week as Pippa and so far the experience has been an enjoyable one. "
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We awoke the next morning quite late after the exploits of the previous night, the three of us still on the double bed. I woke first and headed for the loo. I looked a right state with smeared make-up wearing the short red silky nightdress Jacqui had given me to wear. I was about to relieve myself when the door, which I hadn't locked, opened to reveal Hilary.
"I hope you're not gonna pee standing up like a guy!" she said with a small smile that made it clear she wasn't joking. She stood there and watched as I sat and made no move to leave. "Don't mind me Pippa, all girls together, you go ahead and pee."
I was too desperate to argue, but felt strangely vulnerable as I did. She carried on and gave me my 'orders', which I then followed. I was to shower, using depilatory cream on my legs, arms and chest; shave my face twice, then dress in my undies. I did so carefully, knowing that if I annoyed her, she might make my life a misery by putting me in unpleasant situations during the rest of the day.
Soon I was wearing my corset-like waist clincher, a clean pair of silky panties over which I wore a cream-coloured pair of tight Lycra panties to disguise any male bulges. When I first wore them they had seemed uncomfortably tight, but now I found their tightness comforting. Even the restrictive waist clincher helped me act in a feminine way as well as giving me a really thin waist.
Today I put on a pair of sheer tights that gave the effect of tanned legs. Then Jacqui helped me stick my false boobs in place, and I put on a matching cream bra. Jacqui and Hilary indicated which make–up I was to use and then they disappeared in the bathroom together where, judging by the noise, they shared an enjoyable shower. I was quite jealous, but I couldn't mope as I wanted to be ready when they came out. Soon I had applied my make-up, put on my wig and was wearing a short black skirt, with a small slit on the front of the left thigh, a simple white blouse, a pastel blue sweater and a flat pair of black shoes. The others came out of the bathroom to find me admiring myself in the mirror. I must confess I was very taken by my feminine appearance on this holiday and I liked the outfit they had chosen for me.
The shoes were the only disappointment, reminding me a bit of the black plimsoles you had to wear for gym at school when you were a five year old. My disappointment must have shown because both Jacqui and Hilary teased me about it, suggesting that I would rather have a pair with six-inch heels.
"Well, maybe not six inches!" I protested.
"Pippa doesn't think she can manage six inches!" squealed Jacqui making the double meaning of her comment very clear.
"Maybe Pippa will find six inches a pain in the butt!" retorted Hilary picking up the theme. "Don't worry, Pippa dear, our first stop today is the shopping centre to get you some new shoes and some other clothes. Anything else will have to wait."
The final addition to my outfit was a handbag. Hilary told me to wear it with the strap running diagonally across my body, strap on my left shoulder, bag resting on my right hip. This meant the strap went between my boobs, serving to emphasize them. Together we looked just like three twenty-something young women as we walked through the hotel reception and out to our car.
The centre was a few minutes drive away from our hotel, so I didn't have time to get very nervous. Although the hotel had been quite busy on the first evening, the shopping centre could be very busy and there would be no hotel room where I could run and hide. However, in spite of the risks I was actually looking forward to the trip. We parked near to an entrance and made our way in. At first I found myself scanning the faces of the other shoppers, looking for signs that I had been detected, but as I saw no adverse reaction at all I stopped and began to relax. I still kept an eye on the other shoppers. Disconcertingly I noticed that men, even when they were with a female partner, were taking the opportunity to check out all three of us. This gave me slightly mixed feelings. Obviously I was pleased not to be discovered, but some of the looks we got made it quite clear what the guys were thinking. I had never been looked at in such a way. It was a weird feeling to know that guys were looking at me and thinking I was pretty or fit or, worse still, an object of their lust!
I mentioned this quietly to Jacqui and Hilary.
"You should get used to it Pip." Jacqui replied. "You look like an attractive woman, not a man in a dress. Like all guys you look at the image and react. You've done it enough times when we've been out shopping, you just didn't know I could tell. Well now the tables are turned and you're getting looked at. You should enjoy the fact that all these guys think you're as hot as the two of us."
"Any way what harm is there in them looking? You don't have to let a guy fuck you just cos he likes the look of you!" Hilary added. That was twice she had made a reference to me having sex with a guy. I didn't say anything but I was starting to worry what she had planned.
We began by looking in some clothes stores, taking it in turns to pull items off the rack and as the opinion of the others. I watched what the others did closely and tried to copy them as much as possible. I choose a nice red dress, rather short and clingy, but stylish nevertheless. Unthinkably Hilary then said that we were going to the changing room to try on our selections!
There was no escaping for me, and I followed the others obediently, taking my one item disc from the young girl attendant. She paid me no more attention than any other customer, continuing to chew on her gum, like a bored cow in a field chewing the cud. (Not that she bore any other resemblance to a cow, being quite slim and pretty!). To my relief there were separate cubicles, with lockable doors, so I felt safe as I tried on the dress. My biggest problem was getting my sweater off without messing up my make-up or dislodging my wig. .
"Are you ready yet Pippa?" said Jacqui, knocking on the door.
"Nearly, but I need help with the zipper" I hissed back.
"Open up then silly!"
I did and Jacqui zipped me all the way up. The mirrors were outside on the walls at the end of the room so out I came. There were two other women in front of us at the mirror, but they soon disappeared back into their cubicles. We admired the dress Hilary had picked, a wraparound style dress in a highly patterned material. It suited her very well. Jacqui had chosen a classic little black dress, but I was a bit shocked to see how much cleavage the low cut front displayed.
"I love it!" she announced.
Finally it was my turn in front of the mirror. I had caught only a few glimpses of myself, but knowing that Hilary in particular was taking great delight in any discomfort I showed, I had tried not to seem too anxious.
The dress had a high round chocker-neck and long sleeves. The body of the dress was tight fitting but it flared out below the waist, with the hemline at mid-thigh. It fitted perfectly and made me look very feminine and glamorous. I did a few practice twirls in front of the mirror and the dress moved delightfully. I wanted to own it so badly, but I tried to act cool.
"It looks ok, do you think?" I tried to sound matter of fact.
"It looks great and you know it you smug bitch!" said Jacqui using harsh words but an affectionate tone, accompanied by a quick hug, that conveyed her true feelings. "I guess you want to buy it?"
I nodded and the seeing that a bit of a queue was developing, hurried back to change out of it, first getting Jacqui to lower the zipper, before I could disappear into the cubicle. The lack of a mirror concerned me a bit, but when I was sure my wig was ok, I rejoined the others who were waiting for me in the queue for the tills, where Hilary told me that to check that there was enough in my purse to pay for it.
"Otherwise you'll have to find some way to raise the cash" she sniggered.
Next on the agenda were shoes. As we browsed in the shoe shops I realized that I was enjoying shopping much more as Pippa, than I had before. I was enjoying the different feeling of shopping as a woman. I was even coping better with any admiring looks that came my way. If any guy wanted to lust after me that was up to him, I'd just take it as a compliment and move on. With my new confident attitude my fears about Hilary's plans receded.
The others helped me pick out two pairs to try on. First was a pair of black, knee-length boots with a spiky 3 inch stiletto heel. The others were red, strappy wedges with a four-inch heel. Luckily I had smallish feet, so I could ask for my size without arousing suspicion. The only free assistant was a young man, still a teenager. Eagerly he took the shoes I handed him and set off in search of some in my size from the stockroom, while I slipped of my shoes and sat waiting.
John (he was wearing a name-tag) was very attentive. He knelt at my feet and insisted on helping me on with the boots, even zipping them up for me. He invited me to try them out. Gingerly I walked a few steps around the shop. I could manage to walk in the heels ok and I liked how the boots looked when I looked in the mirrors. I sat back down.
"Were they ok?" asked John.
"Yes, John they were fine, I'll be taking them. Let me try the others on now."
As he helped me take off the boots I finally realized two things. John was touching my feet and legs rather more than was strictly necessary and that his eyes kept straying up my legs, but never as high as my face. I guessed that he was checking out my legs or perhaps trying to sneak a glimpse of my panties as I was wearing a short skirt.
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Keywords: The, Ch., 03, Tables, Turning,