[TurtleMan76]

Chapter 25
The girls almost instantly looked at me and had huge looks of excitement on there faces. “Well hey there valued customer” said the blonde girl, as the two of them walked over to me. Then it all came clear to me after that, they were friends with Claire. They started whispering about my near future, and I became very nervous.

“So you’re looking for something sexy for your man” said the blonde girl. “yea. I guess” I said weakly. “Well we have all sorts of stuff for you!” said the brunette. “Make him try on anything you want, we still got another hour and half before we got to go” said Claire. The two store clerks then dragged me over to a bunch of different bras.

“This one should match those adorable little panties your wearing” said the brunette girl holding up a pink lace bra.”Just get changed back there in the changing room, if you need a fitting we will help you” said the blonde girl. I took the bra from her and went to the dressing room. All five girls followed me and waited outside the door as a shut it.

On the way there I scanned the store, and there was only 2 girls, they seemed to be high school age, but they weren’t familiar, so I did not bother worrying too much. In the dressing room I took off my tee-shirt and hooked the bra into place. I stepped outside with nothing but my shoes, jeans, and a pink laced bra.

The girls had small chuckled but the blonde girl was not satisfied “Um, how do we know if it matches those panties, take off your jeans so we can tell”. A cold fear shot threw my body, as I would literally be stripping in the middle of a mall store, into women’s underwear. There were only 2 other people in the store, and the five girls kind of blocked there vision, so I complied to my orders.

There I was in the middle of the mall sliding my jeans as they dropped to my ankles, I slowly kicked the first leg off, and then the other, leaving me semi naked with only women’s underwear. I was completely humiliated and the five girls loved every second. Lindsey came up from behind me and pulled the bra string back, and let go, making it snap hard against my back.

The girls were all having a good time, having me turn around, and bend over. “He needs to try on some swim suits now!” said the brunette girl. After she said that the other two customers in the store looked over and saw me, and couldn’t control there laughter, but thankfully continued shopping.

The two store clerks came back with a bikini in both of there hands. The first one was a white string bikini, and hardly covered anything. When I tried it on in the dressing room and came out, the girls were appalled, the crotch area looked like a mess. “Yea that’s a little too small” said the blonde girl

“Here try this one on” said the brunette girl handing me a black bikini with a floral print on it. I went in the changing room and tried that on. This was a really feminine outfit, but it wasn’t as bad as that tutu. Thinking about that and how the girls would use that in the future brought a shiver down my spine. Once the bikini was on I walked out of the changing room almost instantly not thinking about who was in the store.

As soon as I walked out I saw a group of 3 girls, and a boyfriend with her girlfriend in the middle of the store. They didn’t see me at first, but then Lindsey and Amy moved out of the way so the rest of the store could see me.

After about 15 seconds the boyfriend was completely staring at me, and tapped his hand on his girlfriends shoulder, holding back a chuckle.
She looked up and saw me red in the face, dressed like I was, and they both started laughing. Everyone who was in the store was laughing at me, but at least it wasn’t anyone I knew. Finally Claire came back to the dressing room, holding something worse than the tutu.

It was a lingire set. It was a one piece short white, partially transparent, dress with thin straps. At the bottom there was a white fur skirt, and the top bra part was white fur. There were two hooks at the bottom which attached the white laced stockings. The sight of it made me blush and all the girls crack up laughing.

I walked back inside and took of the bikini and began putting on the outfit. I had issues with it, and cracked the door open, and asked Claire to help me. All the girls laughed at the fact that I couldn’t put it on, but Claire came in. She was very demanding inside the dressing room, and vigorously helped me put it on.

Once it was on I looked in the mirror and wanted to cry, I looked like a slutty bunny. I wasn’t the only one who wanted to cry however. Once I put it on Claire laughed to the point of tears, I looked so ridiculous, it was incredibly humiliating. I looked through the door of the dressing room, and my heart sank. Three girls in my first period class had just walked into the store.

“Claire, I cant go out there!” I said. “Well why ever not, you look so sexy” she said in a mocking tone. “Three girls just walked in and there in my first period class” I said panicking. “Well go and say hi” she said starting to open the door. I then closed the door not allowing anyone to see me. “If they see me, then the gig is up, you have nothing over me, they will tell everyone about this and your pictures wont matter at that point, and all this stops” I threatened.

Claire seemed a bit petered, I turned the tables for once, she had to listen to me. “Fine, but you will be punished for breaking one of the mall rules. You can wait here till they leave, ill give you a coasts clear, but then you will pay your debt”. She said leaving the dressing room. I was a bit worried about this. “Take all that off, and put on your panties, and the tutu” said Claire sliding the bag under the door.

I got into that horrible tutu, and peered threw the crack in the door. The girls were paying for there underwear. Claire then slid a Victoria Secret bag under the door, it had all the stuff I had tried on here. “We paid for this stuff for you, so your going to use it. Put that bra on under the tutu, and then put on the wig, its in the first bag” I slid the top of the tutu down, and put the bra on, and then the wig. When I looked in the mirror I did not see a boy.

I Was wearing pink stockings, a pink tutu, a wig, my whole body was perfectly shaved, and my nails where painted. I actually looked like a girl, I no longer looked like myself. “Ok those girls left, c’mon out” said Claire. When I came out the two store clerks laughed, “He doesn’t look like a boy, he could honestly pass as a girl, or at least a transie” said the blonde girl. “Wow, I mean he doesn’t look like nick, he looks like Nicky for real now!” said Amy.

They had finally done it, they turned me into a girl, I couldn’t even be recognized by my male self. “Now, let’s discuss punishment. As punishment for us having to pay for the items, and you hiding in the dressing room, rather than showing us, were going to get into the holiday spirit a little bit. We want you, to take a picture dressed like this, with Santa”

My heart turned to ice, and fell through my body, they not only wanted me to walk into the mall like this, but they wanted me to draw attention to myself by sitting on some fat duded lap! “Don’t worry too much, you actually look like a girl” said Lindsey. “Here this will help a little” said Amy who began putting pink lipstick on me.

Claire and Lindsey followed her, with mascara, and facial products they had in there purse. The Victoria Secret store clerks laughed with the girls, and once my unwanted makeover was complete they took me to a mirror on the far wall of the store. It was official, I looked like a girl, you couldn’t tell the difference.

“Once you sit on his lap, you got to say you want a pony for Christmas, and a new Barbie doll, then we will take your photo and go home” said Claire, this made me really nervous. We walked out of the store and the girls waved to there Victoria Secret friends, and we approached the mall Santa.

A few people gave me looks, but no one laughed. They just though I was a girl with an interesting wardrobe. The wig and makeup were like camo, and I became less embarrassed. We finally made it to the Santa, and there about a ten minute line. I was behind a woman and her kid, and the woman turned around and started a conversation.

“Oh wow what a lovely tutu, what dance school do you go to?” she asked. I was completely nervous by the question, and I could see the girls laughing from the other side of the enclosure where set up his station. “Oh um, I go to la-petite” I said in the most high pitched girly voice I could.

“oh I’ve never heard of that, where is it” the woman said. “oh um, its like 45 minutes away from here, it’s a hole in the wall that my uncle owns” I said in that same girly voice. Somehow she was buying this, she thought I was a girl. “Oh I gotcha, those are the best places, I went to Bella’s studio of dance, for 10 years, we did all sorts of ballets. Oh what fun it used to be”

Finally her kid was up to get her picture with Santa, and she said “well it was good talking to you umm” “Nicky” I chimed in. “Oh Nicky, what a lovely name” she said and her and her kid approached the Santa. Once they left it was my turn, and I was highly nervous. The mall santa waved his hand motioning for me to come up, “don’t be shy little girl” he said.

I slowly walked up, and sat down on his lap. “Ohh you’re a big girl” which made me blush. “So what would you like for Christmas this year” he said putting a microphone up to my head. “uhmmm a pony, and a new Barbie doll” I said. “oh-ho-ho-ho well ole Santa clause will see what he can do, you just be a good little girl now” he said putting his arm on my back.

I quickly got off his lap, and went over to the girls. They asked about what the woman said, and had a good laugh. “You make a convincing girl, and that voice was perfect” said Lindsey. “Hey check it out” said Claire holding up the picture of me on Santa’s lap on her phone. “That’s really adorable, but its time to get out of here” said Amy