42 D cup!

Well after a nerve wracking few days out of town and Mistress Christine pushing me to complete the assignment. What's the assignment? To go shopping for and purchase a pair of breast forms for the first time. This may not sound to daunting until you find out that I am required to go shopping in person, dressed in my frilly undies. Bra, pantyhose, panties, butt plug, women's slacks, women's embroidered blouse, and the ultimate test of wearing 5 inch open toe heels to show off my pink painted toenails. Oh and by the way I don't have a wig either. I had to take a purse or tote as well.

The day before i went to a shopping center and purchased a new black leather purse from a women's handbag shop. Next to Bestbuy to purchase a ladies leather computer bag. Of course I had to do this at least wearing my pantyhose, bra, and panties. Then to check out the Lane Bryant store and buy a pair of spanx high waisted slimming pantyhose. Nervous and excited all the while.

I also called the store to check their hours and even screwed up the nerve to explain I wanted to purchase a pair of breast forms and that I am a male cross dresser. The woman clerk asked me to call back the next day and ask for Betty to make an appointment. Calling back the next day I spoke with Betty who invited me to come in anytime and wanted to know my name, which I actually gave her. The next day all I could think about was how can I actually do this. I wanted to chicken out so bad and I wanted to do this so bad. My stomach was a nervous wreck. After work I went to the hotel, checked in and began the process of getting ready to take this big step. Showering and shaving, I next pulled out the pink butt plug, Mistress makes me wear to remind me how much of a slut I am and that she is in control. Lubing the plug I laid back knees up and inserted the slowly allowing myself to expand and swallow the plug. Next the pantyhose with the crotch gusset cut out to allow my sissy clitty to go through. The high waisted support panties pulled slowly up my silky hose encased legs, and then inserting the pad I was required to wear. A pad? Due to my constant state of arousal and the twitch which pushes out a drop of precum every few minutes, I need the pad to keep my panties clean and spot free. Pushing my sissy clitty down and tucking it away I pull the panties up snugly. I can feel the pad and along with the plug I can feel my butt sway as I walk. Now the bra. I am sure Betty will make me take it off when she fits me. Then the matching cami. The blouse is next. I struggle with the buttons, both because the are on the opposite side from a men's shirt and because I am so nervous I am shaking. Then the woman's slacks, I am so weak kneed that standing and walking takes concentration. To add to my predicament I have to put on pink lipstick and outline my lips with a lip pencil. It takes several minutes to complete this with such unsteady hands. Now for the 5 inch open toe black patent heels. Mistress Christine picked these out from my collection to show off my ankles, pink toenails, and how well I manage in heels. Not to mention that she knows how this adds to my embarrassment and humiliation and that I will have to drive in them and that I can't run in heels. Shaking I look at myself in the full length mirror. Not bad at all except my face with no makeup and no wig said male. What a true submissive sissy.

Grabbing my tote and purse, cards, and keys I walk out the door down the hallway, down the stairs and out to my car. Heels clicking all the way. The 20 mile drive is nerve wracking, driving in heels, wearing women's clothes, hoping that the other drivers don't notice what I am wearing. Pulling into the parking lot I cruise slowly past the shop. There are a couple of cars there and a woman and child are inside. I decide to drive around down the road and come back hoping that they will leave soon. Arriving again I pull in to see the shop is empty and pull up next to the front door. Grabbing my tote with another outfit in it I swing my legs out and stand up in my heels. Walking smoothly to the door I push it open. A woman approaches me smiling broadly. She is happy to see me and ask calls me by name. I am blushing terribly. Betty tells the other clerk she will be in her room.

She takes me in back to a fitting room and asks me what I am looking for. We discuss a C cup and I tell her I am supposed to buy a D if possible. She looks for a set of forms that would work for me. She has me stand and remove my blouse and helps me take off my bra. Betty mentions that bra isn't right for you. Measuring me she decides a 42 D cup would work. Noticing how nervous I am she tells me everything is ok. Just to relax and she will take care of everything. She goes to retrieve a few bras. I just sit there with my legs crossed at the ankles trying to calm my nerves and taking all this in. She comes back and has me stand helps me with putting on the bra. Fastening it up and coming around in the front and inserting the two very large breast forms. At this point I am definitely weak in the knees. First she pulls out the right cup and slide the form in, and then the same on the left side. I look down and see and feel for the first time two very large breasts. I breathe deeply trying to keep conscientious and amazed and blushing. She asks me how they feel. I don't know how to respond. I love them, I have to have them. She has me turn around and look at myself in the mirror. Turning to face it and then to the side I see my new profile. I tell her they are so heavy and I can't believe this, I love them. She is smiling and adjusting the bra and straps for me. She then has me try on two more bras. The second doesn't really do anything for me. While she goes to get the third bra I can't sit down and have to keep looking at myself in the mirror and I keep feeling my new breasts with my hands. Coming back in she sees me admiring them and grins. The new bra is a bullet bra she explains. It will make them project out more. The same procedure helping me in the new bra, inserting the forms, and then adjusting it for me. I am having trouble keeping my hands off them. She asks if I would like to try on one of my outfits with them on. "Are you sure," I ask. She encourage me to again and I proceed to button my blouse. She tells me that it might not button with those on. But it does button and looks good. I tell her I shop at Lane Bryant and she tells me that's good for a girl my size. She talks to me encouraging me all the time and about how many guys she has worked with. Then she asks if I need anything else and I say no. "Well are you ready to go" she asks. I start to unbutton my blouse and Betty says why don't you wear them out. I said "I don't know about that" Betty opens the door and take me by the hand and says it's ok come on. I am already dressed up and now I do have breasts. I step out of the room onto the sales floor where the other clerk is and she smiles at me. We go over to the counter and Betty talks to me reassuring me the whole time as she checks me out and invites me to come back anytime. Stepping out of the shop I am now wearing breasts for the first time.

The drive back is unbelievable. I keep feeling them and see them projecting out and the seat belt goes between them in the car. This is to good to be true. Next to the Lane Bryant store near the hotel. I drive past and wait a few minutes. I call the store and tell them I would like some assistance picking out a few outfits and they say that's ok. Then I tell Christine I am a guy. She giggles and says to come on in. I drive around some more and then park. This time I have to cross the street high heels clicking on the pavement. As I start to cross a really pretty young woman looks me over and giggles but goes on. I push the door open and get halfway to the back of the store and a clerk sees me stifles a giggle then approaches me. It's Christine who I spoke to on the phone. She is young and cute. She asks what I am looking for and then we walk around the store as I point out items and the look I tell her my ideas. She helps me pick out the items and carries them back toward the counter. However she heads for the dressing rooms and asks I would like to try them on. I start to say something and she says go ahead so you know they fit. Closing the door she tells me to call if I need any help. I try on a very short skort, a lovely black and white satin skirt that falls just below the knees. Coming out I an caught off guard at the counter when I see a woman customer checking out. Christine asks me if there is anything else. She takes me on another walk around the store. She picks out a gray wide neck blouse with a hood in the back, a black pair of runched leggings, a pair of denim look leggings, and wide black belt to nip in my waist. This time she doesn't' even ask and takes me to the dressing room. I try everything on and just have to have it. I take the new items out and Christine proceeds to check me out, I pick up a pretty red garter belt as well. Using my Lane Bryant charge card I pay and Christine see me out of the store thanking me as I leave.

This has to be the most embarrassing, humiliating, exhilarating, and wonderful night. Now I get to tell Mistress Christine about this in detail on the phone. We go over the details of the night and I am instructed to post the pictures for her inspection. I ask her if I am her big girl now and she tells me I am her big titty slut. She has me feel myself up while looking in the mirror. She isn't through with me yet and makes me go through several tasks as we talk and has me begging as always. Mistress Christine then allows me to cum as a present for being such a good girl. I can't wait until my next assignment. I still have to learn makeup and purchase it, possibly have someone do me up and teach me, shop and purchase a wig, and I need a pair of women's eyeglasses as well and then whatever else outfits Mistress desire me to have. I know she will continue to push me.