07 October 2010

Sissy Mission 3

By Cheryl Alison

I stepped out of the car and walked up the driveway of a beautiful suburban
home, the green grass manicured carefully. The driveway was full of
middle-aged women picking through the cast-off items of a rather well-to-do
family. I walked up to the rack of clothing, picking through it. One of
the women sitting at the card table on the edge of the driveway got up and
came over. She was probably around 45, still rather attractive with a
carefully coiffed perm in her dyed blond hair.

As I was lifting the hanger of one of the garments off the rack, she said,
"Are you looking for anything specific, sir? The men's clothes are back
there in the rear of the garage."

"No, ma'am," I said. "I think I found what I'm looking for. I've been
trying to find a bridal gown."

"It is nearly perfect. My daughter wore it for her wedding and decided to
sell it rather than having it heirloomed. Are you going to surprise your
fiancé?"

"No, it's for me. What size is it?"

"For you? Well, that's certainly unusual," she said, a little flustered.
"It's a size 16."

"Do you think it would fit me?" I asked.

"I don't know. You're a man. Can I ask why you might want to buy a wedding
dress?"

"I just like to feel pretty, that's all. I have a collection of wedding
gowns."

"Er, well, I guess it doesn't matter to me. I can't guarantee it'll fit,
though. Do you have cash? I don't really want to take a check."

"Yes, I have the cash right here. But I'm not sure I want to buy it if it
doesn't fit."

By this time, most of the women at the rummage sale had tuned in to what was
going on. The rummage sale lady was getting slightly concerned.

"Well, I suppose you could try it on. But I want to be relatively sure
you're going to buy it."

I handed her the $200 listed on the price tag for the garment. Now she
couldn't argue much with me.

"There's a bathroom right there through the door in the side of the garage.
Take it in there... and please try to hurry."

"Okay," I said, going into the bathroom with the garment bag.

I hurriedly stripped off my jeans and T-shirt, revealing the lace-patterned
pantyhose I was wearing underneath. I slid the petticoat over my head and
it floated down around me, kissing the edges of my thighs. Then came the
bridal gown. I hadn't even taken a good look at it outside. Pulling it from
the garment bag, I found a beautiful gown with a stretch lace bodice and a
huge amount of tulle in the skirt. I carefully slid it on over the
petticoat. It fit with just a little bit of extra room in the waist. The
stretch lace bodice hugged my upper body.

Carrying my other clothes, I stepped out of the bathroom and went through
the door to the garage. When I came out, one older woman sort of gasped in
a half-surprise, half-laughing manner. All of the women at the sale looked
at me. The woman running the sale rolled her eyes.

"It fits perfectly! Thank you so much! I'm going to be a beautiful bride.
Do you think these pantyhose match the gown?"

"You look very pretty," complimented a very old woman from across a table of
children's toys. I think she was blind.

With that, I walked down the driveway and back to the car. I opened the
door and found Mistress smiling broadly. "So, how did it go?"

Mistress always wants to know how it went.

Sissy mission accomplished.

1 comment:

  1. Once again, needs lots of work! GingerZ.

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