Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 13:23:27 GMT+00:00
From: sarahj@talk21.com
Subject: Shopping Trip TG TV

This story involves teenage crossdressing. Only read if you of age and like
this type of material. It is purely fictional. I hope you enjoy.

It was a Saturday morning and as usual mum was at work and dad had gone
shopping and then gone to visit his mum and drop off her shopping, he
didn't get back until after 12:00 this gave me a good 4 hours to dress
before he got home. In this time I would go and find some of my mothers
clothes, my favourite been, white bras & panties, black skirt and a white
blouse.

As I was only 12, I hadn't started growing hair so my legs look pretty
good.

The only problem with mum clothes was they were to big so I decided it
would be a good Idea to go shopping for my own.

That morning I got up bright and early, and was showering as mum & dad
left.

I got out and dried off. Wrapping a towel around my self in a girlie
fashion above my chest. Going into mums room a found some knickers and a
tampon. I always wore a tampon when dressed as this made me feel like a
real girl, as real girls had periods, one of the best thing was buying
them, you get some funny looks doing so when you're a boy! But I'd never
thought twice about doing so. This was the only girls things that I was
going to wear whilst leaving the house as I didn't want the neighbours to
see me leaving the house.

I put in the tampon and pulled on the knickers and before putting on my
outer clothes painted my nails pale blue to match my jacket. I'd bought the
varnish a few weeks earlier with this in mind.

At this time I was a mod, number 2 shaved head, sink tight stretch jeans,
polo shirt and a silk pilot jacket and doc martin shoes, was my usual
attire. So I put these on not to bring attention to my self whilst in the
neighbour hood. As a mod I knew a couple of modetts who dressed just the
same.

I found some pink lip stick and blue eye shadow and a compact with a
mirror, and dropped them into a carrier bag, along with some gold loop
earrings, a sliver chain and two sliver rings from mums jewellery box. I
found that the earrings looked good and stopped on without having my ears
pieced, but they do leave red sore dots.

I left the house and caught the bus into town, making a conscious effort
for the driver not to see my nails. Once in town I made my way to quiet
ally and put on the earrings, rings & chain and make-up, which I'd been
practising for many weeks before.

Making my way up the busy high street I left very self-conscious, that
somebody would either read me or I'd been recognised. Taking small delicate
steps I went into Deberhams. Heading straight for the Ladies to check my
make-up and have a pee. After some reassurance that all looked well I went
to the girls fashion department and started to brows the clothes, choosing
a red knee length dress with a white collar that buttoned up the back, I
went to the changing room to try it on. I had never felt so nervous in my
life as I took off my cloths and slip on the dress, in a real shop. It
looked fabulous with one exception I had no breasts to fill the front
out. After admiring myself in the mirror for what seen an age, I got
changed back into my clothes hung the dress back on it's hanger and headed
for the way out of the changing rooms. The woman on the door asked if I
would like it and I said no. Leaving the dress with the lady, I went back
onto the shop floor were I started to look at the underwear.

The next thing I knew there was a shop assistant asking if she could help
me.

Once again I said 'no', not to draw attention to myself. She stepped back
and dealt with another girl and her mother who also were buying underwear.

I carried on looking, I had every intention of buying some panties and a
bra of my very own. Checking sizes and matching bras with panties the shop
assistant returned, she looked at me in a very knowing way. I was sure at
she had read me and that my game was up. I was trembling at the knees, when
she asked me if I was sure that I'd selected the right size. 'No' I replied

'well we'd better measure you, to save you coming back'

Taking me into the one of changing rooms cubicles she asked me to remove my
top, shaking like a leaf I turned my back, and took for my Jacket and polo
shirt. Carrying a bit of what mum & dad called 'puppy fat'. This gave my
chest the appearance of budding boobs. The Ladies asked me to turning
around, not looking her in the eye, she placed a tape measure around my
chest and took a measurement, adjusting up the tape slightly she then took
another measurement. Finally she took her tape and measured my hips.

She announced I was a 32 A, with 30ins hips.

The assistant asked me which bra I'd been looking at, I said ' the plain
one on the bottom row.'

The assistant left the changing room and after a few seconds she had
returned with 3 bras, all in my size. First I tried the on the one which
I'd been looking at. I placed shaking hands through the straps that the
assistant was hold out, she pulled them up over my shoulders going around
the back she then fastened the clasp and adjusted the shoulder straps.

I filled out the cups quiet nicely and I had the starting of a
cleavage. She asked if it was comfortable I said 'that it was a little
tight around the middle'. She once again adjusted the back. Which felt much
better.

She asked if I liked to try on one of the other bras that she'd
brought. One was like the first, white cotton, with small blue and yellow
daisies. The other was a creamy stain with a lightly laced trim.

Been so nervous I declined the offer, asking if I could just take the one
I'd still got on.

She asked if I was going to wear it home, I replied no and took it off.
The assistant left the changing room with the other bras and left me to get
changed.

Once dressed I went back to the display and picked up a packet of 3
matching panties, which I now knew was my size.

I made my way over to the check out where the lady that had helped me was
now serving.

She packed them and I paid for them and left to catch the bus home.

On the bus I went to the back seat that was thankfully quiet, took off all
the jewellery. But I had to leave on the make-up. When off the bus, I ran
as fast as I could home, so if anybody saw me they couldn't tell I was
wearing make-up.

Once home I went straight up stairs and tried on my new purchases. Walking
around the house in my new bras and panties, I replaced all the items I'd
borrowed and took off the nail varnish and make-up, and removed the tampon.

Finally I took my-self in 'hand' to relieve the pressure. I stashed the
bras and panties in a hiding place under the floor in my bedroom, along
with the nail varnish and a box of Tampax.

I got dressed back into the same clothes I'd been out in, this time without
the female trappings.

Now relaxing with a cup of coffee dad returned, feeling very guilty I was
sure he knew what I'd been up to that morning, but of cause he didn't.

To this day I'm not sure if the shop assistance knew I was a boy and were
just humouring me, or if they really thought I was a real girl, I'll never
know.

To the day I die I will always think of this day.