Looks of disdain turned to amusement and giggles as Patricia practiced her own brand of verbal punishment on me. She spoke to me as if I were a petulant child, “Doesn’t this look cute?” holding up a cowgirl outfit loaded with spangles and fringe. Patricia had decided on a red costume with blue trim. “The skirt is so cute! Don’t you like how it billows out!” (It was adorable, but a good 10 inches above my knees!) She teased, “You are definitely going to have to sit walk like a lady or everyone will see Missy’s panties!”
And you don't want to know how we picked out these panties! Yes, I know thay are "baby panties" but I just can't go into that now or I'll cry.
So now I was standing there with no place to run or hide. Girls shopping with their mothers! Girls!! So embarrassing
to be "petticoated" in front of females, but especially paraded in
skirts and panties before giggling girls!
What I feared happened. Someone asked the question I dreaded. "Mommy, why is that man dressed like a little girl?" (gulp)
"He's a sissy dear!" her Mom replied, with Patricia in full agreement. "Yes dear, he's a sissy." The little "angle" points at me demanding, "What is your name, little girl?" I look up and ignore her, the little brat. Patricia swats my pantied bottom causing me to jump and gasp in shame.
“Now dear, don't be impolite. You must always show respect. You know how you must act toward and address your superiors, don’t you?” My superior! Aw no, not to a girl like her. “Please Patricia, not to a girl. Not here in public.”
Patricia, always the dutiful wife, smirked "Does Missy want a spanky-spank here in the store?" No!!!!! I knew I absolutely did not want a spanking!
With tears in my eyes, I delicately pick up the hem of my tiny skirt and do a deep curtsey to the girls and soccer moms. “And with a lisp, please,” commanded Patricia.
“My name is Wobin-Anne. I am a harmless widdle sissy, widdle girl.” I thought I was over the worst, but Patricia had more humiliation in store for me. “Ask him what he did before he was a sissy and make him tell you his name too.” I wanted to melt away.
Patricia loved emasculating me in public, and the easiest way was to remind me that once I was super macho. I could tell that the soccer moms were delighted! A tall blonde was laughing so hard that I thought she was going to wet her panties.
More, or is this already too much???? I just know one of you is going to ask.
Huggs,
Wobyn-Anne
PS I am NOT a sissy baby. I love black lace and nylons and...oh, oh...I have to go potty!!!!
