Maude Ch. 01
Keywords: 01, Maude, Ch.,
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I walked into the second-hand charity shop and there she stood, behind the desk.
I knew she was called Maude when I read the identification badge pinned to her cardigan. It was a dark blue, v-kneck cardigan, under which she wore a pale blue lacey-knit sweater. Her face - now I noticed - was smiling at me, looking at her. She was in her late forties, I guessed, with greyish hair cut short, and was what you would call well built with a large frame and an ample bosom, hidden under the soft wool of her sweaters.
I wandered into the empty shop, looking at second hand books and trinkets, until I saw the clothes racks further back in the shop. Walking past Maude I smiled at her, and she smiled back knowingly:
"Just looking or can I help you?" she asked, in a well-to-do accent.
"Just looking thank you," I smiled back, my eyes dwelling on her beautiful large breasts, nicely rounded under the tight wool of her sweater.
From closer up I could just about see through the lacey pattern, with tantalising glimpses of pink skin and white where her bra showed through. Then I carried on walking to the back of the shop.
There my eyes saw the double row of sweaters and cardigans amidst the other second hand clothes. My mind raced. I couldn't resist looking at some, as if I wanted to buy them. But why? Suddenly an idea came into my head - I could be going to a fancy dress party, where boys had to be in drag and girls in boys clothes. It sounded good enough to me, so I studied the sweaters more closely, stroking them as I passed along the rack. Thinking that they could be Maude's sweaters, and how soft it would feel to stroke her huge breasts. I hardened a little at the thought.
"Are you sure I can't help you at all?" enquired Maude, breaking into my silent appreciation. She'd walked out from behind the till, and was walking towards me.
"Well... " I began, "I've got to go to a fancy dress party, and all the boys have got to be dressed as girls, so I though I'd see what clothes I could find." I blurted out my new secret.
"Well you've come to the right place!" smiled Maude, looking me in the eyes with her brown eyes. "We've got lots of things that might do - but you wanted a sweater did you? Or a cardigan?"
"Well I don't really know which." I answered, "But I thought that something on these racks might do."
"Hmm," said Maude, looking me up and down: "you'd need a large size if its not going to get stretched too much. Let's see - what about this?" and she unhooked a hanger with a white v-knecked cardigan on it, and held it up to my chest.
"This might do..." she said. "You'd better try it on to make sure it fits - then we can have a look at some others if it doesn't. There's a changing room just here, so why don't you just slip it on inside. I'll make sure no-one else comes in while you're undressing!"
I stepped towards the changing room, aroused by holding the soft white cardigan, and surprised by Maude's enthusiasm. I watched as she got to the door and turned the 'open' sign round to 'closed' before locking the door. Then I went into the changing room. It was only tiny, with a mirror on one wall, and two hooks on the other, and a flimsy brown curtain across the door. I took off my sweat shirt and put it on the chair, then heard Maude outside.
"Now how are you getting on?" she asked, drawing back the curtain. "Oh," she sounded disappointed, "I thought you would have had your shirt off by now!"
"Do I need to?" I asked, "Can't I just try it on over my shirt?"
"Oh, no, that wouldn't do, dear!" replied Maude, smiling, "You can't be a proper girl if you've got your shirt on under your cardy! Now just you get along, and I'll look out some more clothes for you - this is quite exciting, isn't it!"
As she went away I pulled the curtain back, and unbuttoned my shirt, leaving it on the chair. Then I took the cardigan off the hanger, and slipped a bare arm into the sleeve. It felt so erotic - and so tight as the soft, hairy wool clung to my skin. I felt myself twitch again. Then I overcame my embarassment and pulled it on completely. It felt really arousing, to be wearing a strange woman's cardigan, here in the back of a charity shop. I pulled the front of the cardigan together, and felt the wool stretch over my chest. Then I slipped a hand down my trousers to ease myself erect - it was that good.
Just then, the curtain pulled back and Maude peered round.
"How are we doing?" she asked, then without waiting for an answer she continued: "Well that looks fine! - and it fits you well, doesn't it? Now let me see..." and she came closer, stroking my arms and then patting my waist. "And a very nice girl you'll make, too!" she smiled - "Now give me a twirl!"
So I turned away from her, catching sight of myself in the mirror. Her hands started stroking my shoulders, and the twitching in my pants was growing more.
"Yes, that's fine," she smiled. "Now you take it off and I'll see if we can find some more for you."
As she left, I unbuttoned myself and slipped off the white cardigan. Soon Maude was back with a black mohair cardigan and a bright orange one in thin lambswool - witha tape measure in her hand.
"Right, well before you try on these, I'll just measure your chest to see what bra size you're going to need. You haven't got one already, have you?"
"Well, no." I blurted out.
"OK, err... I'm sorry, what was your name?"
"Andy."
"Oh that's nice - I know another Andy already, he's one of my favourite regular customers! Well just put your arms out and I'll run this tape around to get your chest measurement."
I did as I was told, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands against my skin, and the brushing of her soft cardigan as she move the tape to the right position.
"Well, just about here is under your boobs - and it's 38", just the same as me! You could wear my old bra's then, couldn't you? Which is very handy because I brought one into the shop only last week. I'll just go and get it for you."
So out she went, leaving me just enough time to ease my cock fully erect before she came back in again.
"Well here we are Andy - now just put your arms forward and I'll loop the straps on."
I did as she asked.
"Turn around now, please." she said, "and I'll see if it fastens properly. I'm sure you couldn't do this on your own!" She was so close behind me I could smell her perfume and her body, and felt a wave of arousal pass through me. She pulled the ends of the bra together and then did up the fastening. "That's good," she said, "It fits perfectly - fancy seeing you in my old bra! Now turn around for me."
So I turned to face her, as she slipped her fingers under the straps, next to my skin, to straighten the straps. The cups hung lifelessly to my chest.
"Yes, " she said, seeing my gaze, "We'll need some padding in there won't we, to get you looking like a lady." And with that she put her hands below her breasts and tugged down her bra, adjusting herself more comfortably under the wool of her sweater, pressing her breasts forward as she did. "This is what you need to look like, isn't it?" she said, and she folded her arms under her bosom, lifting herself up for me to see better.
I thought I should say something in reply.
"I don't think I could ever look as good as that!" I said, gazing at her breasts, then into her eyes. She had been watching my eyes on her chest, and smiled to herself.
"You flatterer!" she said, smiling and giving me a wink. "I know just what you need." And with that she went out of the changing room doorway, and rummaged amongst a display of tights. "Here." she said, after a moment, "Let's help make you a bosom!" So she walked back to me, and reached up to my bra strap.
Her warm fingers brushed my skin again as she began stuffing the tights and stockings into my right cup, until it began to fill up, then she moulded it carefully into shape.
"Mmm," she smiled, gently stroking my new breast, "That's getting better. Now for the finishing touch, then we'll do the other one." And she reached to the tip of my breast, and squeezing between finger and thumb, pulled out the bra and padding into a nipple shape. "There! How's that!"
"It's very life-like, I think." I replied, looking down on my amply proportioned breast. Maude returned to the display, and came back laden with more tights and stockings. Again her hand workd on my chest, pulling the strap out and filling the cup, before tugging and squeezing and pulling it into shape . Then she stood back to admire her handiwork.
"I think you've got one a bit bigger then the other!" she smiled, "but then again so have I, so I suppose that doesn't matter. Put your cardigan back on now, and button it up, so we can see if it all looks right."
I did as I was told, feeling yet more arousal as the wool again touched my skin, and more embarassment as she watched me buttoning up the cardigan over my well proportioned breasts.
"Well, look at yourself in the mirror, pet. I think you are looking quite the part!"
I looked and saw my face, transplanted onto a large woman's body. Then as I watched in the mirror, I saw Maude's blue wool covered arms reach out, and her hands stroked my breasts, carefully reshaping them as she did so. It looked just so arousing, and felt gorgeous too.
"That's about it, I think." she said, "Now, what are you planning to wear with it? A skirt? or slacks? or maybe leggings? No, but there again leggings wouldn't hide you enough now would they?"
I hadn't thought about the bottom half - only the cardigan.
"Well I could always sort that out later... " I said, "If you need to open the shop again."
"Nonsense, we can't leave you only half satisfied! and the shop can stay shut for ages yet - it's a very quiet day today. Now, I think that some sort of woollen skirt would look good, ideally with an elastic waistband - and come to think of it we've got just the thing! It's an old one of mine that I brought in last week. I'll just go and get it.
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Keywords: 01, Maude, Ch.,