The Petticoat Store

by: Betsy Pettibone

I am heterosexual male and an occasional cross-dresser. I wear female clothes out of curiosity about how girls feel wearing such clothing as well as wanting to fantasize about the "girl" in the mirror. I am very attracted to the idea of feminine innocence. Lace, ruffles and pastel colors drive me crazy. The word "petticoat" in any context gives me an instant erection. I was thinking of buying a little-girl costume in my size when it occurred to me that a women's square-dancing outfit amounted to basically the same thing, and would be much easier to obtain. So I found the nearest square-dancing apparel store, and, summoning all my courage, walked in one day.

As I came through the door, the woman behind the counter looked up. At first she looked surprised, but then smiled sweetly and said, "May I help you?"

I said, "I'd like to look around first."

There were ruffles and lace as far as the eye could see; dresses, skirts and blouses in every color of the rainbow; and petticoats in many pastel colors, clustered on racks and displayed along the wall. I was in heaven. I walked toward the larger-size dresses and began to look for one I might like. The saleswoman came down the aisle and asked, "So, are you looking for a gift?"

"Yes," I said, "I promised my, uh, wife that I would get her a new outfit for her birthday."

"OK," she replied, "so what size do you need?"

"I believe she's a size 16." I said.

"My, my, a full figured gal," she said. "That's OK, we have a nice selection of pretty outfits in that size."

As she walked over to a rack of dresses, I got a good look at her. She was rather full-figured too, but well-proportioned. She was dressed in skin-tight jeans and a plaid blouse. Her wavy brown hair was tied in a ponytail. As she came to the rack, she turn her lovely green eyes back to me and flashed another friendly smile.

"Here's one I think you might like," she said, pulling a dress from the rack. It was beautiful; exactly what I was looking for. It was pastel pink with puffed short sleeves and white lace trim. I knew that if I wore this I would look just like a little girl at a Sunday picnic.

"Yes, that looks fine, I'll take it." I said.

"I thought so." she said, "Men always seem to prefer pink." I looked at her quickly to see what she meant by that but she continued, "Well, lets see, you'll need a few things to go with this. A petticoat of course; white. A nice stiff one so the skirt really puffs out. And pettipants; pink or white. Actually I'd get both just for a little variety."

"Pettipants?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she said. "the special panties we wear underneath the petticoat so when we swing our skirts the guys can see our lacy behinds."

All this talk of petticoats and lacy behinds was really having an affect on me which was getting difficult to hide. I wished she would hurry up so I could get this stuff home.

She laid the dress on the counter and walked to a set of shelves with what looked like piles of lace in various colors. She picked up what could only be described as shorts made of elastic and lace . They were stretchy pink panties with row upon row of pink lace sewn on them. They were adorable.

She picked up a white pair that looked just as cute and said, "Large I think, with that size dress. So do you want both?"

"Whatever you think best." I replied.

"OK then," she said, laying the two garments on the counter. Then she walked over to a rack of petticoats and pulled off a cloud of white ruffles with a waistband and brought it back to the counter. As she was adding up the bill, she said, "You know this is quite an investment. It would be a shame if you got home and something didn't fit. Are you sure you wouldn't like to try these things on first?"

I froze. "What do you mean?" I asked, near panic. "I said they were for my wife."

"I know what you said. But I can tell from the size of the dress and the size of that bulge in your pants who they're really for. I've noticed that men who come in here alone always seem to buy the larger sizes. But it's OK." She patted my hand. "I'm not here to judge, I'm here to help, and, of course, to make a sale. So I'll make this purchase a pleasant experience for you and the next time you feel the urge to expand your wardrobe, maybe you'll come back."

I didn't know what to say. My head was spinning.

"So will you come back to the fitting room with me?" she asked.

I hesitated. "OK," I whispered, so nervous I could hardly speak.

"Fine," she said, gathering up the items on the counter. She walked to the rear of the store to a curtained area in the back. She drew back the curtain and revealed a good-sized room which had a changing area with mirrors and a pedestal on one side and a storage area on the other. She hung the dress and petticoat up in the changing area, laid the pettipants on a stool, then went to the other side of the room and opened a cabinet.

Inside were several wigs on stands as well as various items of lingerie on hangers. She opened a drawer and pulled out a couple of bras and a pair of pantyhose.

"I keep a few things here for special customers like yourself," she said. "It helps if the girl in the mirror really looks like a girl, don't you agree?"

"Sure," I replied, still very nervous.

"OK," she said, "you get started and I'll go lock the front door so we won't be disturbed."

She shut the curtain and walked away. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks. I was just taking off my pants when she walked back into the room. The bulge in my underwear was very noticeable.

"My, you are a big girl aren't you?" she said. I turned around and tried to hide my erection. "Hey, no need to hide, it's just us girls in here, right? By the way, my name's Peggy. What do you call yourself, when you're dressed up?"

"Uh, it varies." I said. "My favorite name is Betsy."

"Betsy it is then," said Peggy.

"So you're going to stay here with me?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied, "I always help the girls get dressed. Besides, I have to zip you up."

I finished getting undressed and she looked me over. "You know next time you really should shave your legs first. The hose will look much better," she said. "And we have to do something about your, uh, clitoris." She returned to the cabinet and came back with a panty girdle. "Here, put this on first, then the pantyhose."

I slide the tight garment up my legs and tucked my "clit" in as I pulled them up.

"There, that's better," said Peggy, handing me the pantyhose. "I chose opaque hose so the hair won't show through."

"Thank you," I said, sitting down and rolling up the hose so they would go up my legs.

"I can tell this isn't the first pair of hose you've put on," said Peggy.

I blushed, continuing to roll the hose up my legs. When I finished, I looked in the mirror. The lower half of my body looked very feminine already.

Peggy handed me a bra. It was a Platex Cross-Your-Heart bra with lace-covered cups. "I guessed at the size." she said. "I chose a B-cup. I figured smaller breasts would fit the look you're going for."

"Yes, that fine." I replied, taking the bra from her. She went to the cabinet again while I strapped on the bra and came back with two breast-shaped foam pads.

"These are mastectomy pads." she said, tucking one in each cup. She then cupped the resulting breasts and adjusted them on my chest. I got goose bumps from her touch.

Peggy picked up the pink pettipants and held the waistband so that I could step into them. She pulled them up, the elastic lightly clinging to my legs as she did. The idea of a woman putting me in such a feminine garment was almost too much.

"A perfect fit," she said, patting my now lace-covered behind. I glanced in the mirror again as she turned to get the petticoat, marveling at the feminized body I saw there.

"Let's make this a little more fun," said Peggy. She took the petticoat off the hanger and set it on the pedestal, spread out so there was bare floor in the middle. She took my hand and pulled me toward the pedestal. "Now just step up here and watch in the mirror while I "petticoat" you," she said. When she used that word as a verb I almost came in my panty girdle.

Peggy helped me up onto the pedestal and I placed my feet close together inside the waistband, my hands away from my sides. She kneeled down, grasped the waistband, and slowly pulled the magical garment up to my waist. I watched it rise up, transforming from a pool of netting and ruffles at my feet into a presence around my waist that seemed to transform me.

Peggy stepped back, admiring the view. "Go ahead," she said, "swish it around a little. Have fun with it."

I spun my hips left and right, watching the petticoat swirl around me. I reached down to caress the folds of netting, pushing it this way and that and watching the results in the mirror.

"You ARE enjoying this aren't you," said Peggy, breaking the spell.

Startled, I looked up at her in the mirror. She was smiling, a friendly expression though, not mocking. I relaxed a little.

"Now for the dress," she said, unzipping the frilly pink creation and removing the hanger. "Most of my customers don't like dresses that look this childish, but get the feeling that's exactly what attracted you to it, am I right Betsy? You want to look like a little girl?"

"Yes," I whispered, looking at the ground.

"Now there you go getting embarrassed again," she said, "It's OK. I'm not judging you. In fact, I think it's cute. Now hold your arms over your head and put your hands through the sleeves."

She came up behind me on the pedestal and raised the dress over my head. I did as she had asked and she put the dress on me, smoothing the skirt down over the petticoat while I pulled the puffed short sleeves up my arms and adjusted the bodice. Peggy pulled the zipper up. The fit was perfect.

"Like it was made for you," said Peggy. "Well, we need a few more things to complete the outfit. A wig, blonde I think. Makeup would take too long but I think I do have some lipstick in this shade of pink. And shoes. Do you happen to know what size you need?"

"11, I think," I told her.

"Great, I'll go get the shoes," she said. "You sit here on the stool and don't look at yourself again until we're finished."

As I sat down, I admired the wisdom of having a stool rather than a straight-backed chair. My petticoat came down around the stool, rather than bunching up in the back.

Peggy quickly returned, holding a cute pair of white shoes with bows on the front and 2-inch heels. She also had pink hair ribbons and a tube of lipstick. She knelt down in front of me and I stuck my nylon-covered feet out from under the petticoat. She cradled each foot in her lap and slipped the lovely shoes on them. I felt like Cinderella.

"There we go," she said, "now lets see if we can make your face and hair as pretty as the rest of you." She stepped over to the cabinet again and returned with a curly shoulder-length blonde wig and a styling brush. She placed the wig on my head, making sure none of my own hair was visible. She started brushing the wig, gathering the curly hair on either side. As she worked on me, I noticed that her blouse was partially unbuttoned. I enjoyed a nice view of her ample cleavage. She picked up the hair ribbons and proceeded to create a set of pigtails, tying a pretty pink bow on each one.

Peggy then picked up the lipstick. "Now, open your mouth and hold still. She covered my lips with a generous layer of lipstick. The creamy feeling was very exciting. She pulled out a hanky, folded it over and said, "Now, blot." I puckered up and pressed my lips to the hanky, leaving a beautiful pink kiss.

"I may keep this as a souvenir," said Peggy, putting the hanky in her pocket.

Peggy took my hand again and led me back to the mirrors. "Now don't look until I tell you," she said, helping me back onto the pedestal. I kept my head down.

"Now look," said Peggy.

I looked up and saw a beautiful little girl in the mirror. I was in love. I could see no trace of maleness. I turned to get a side view. A beautiful little girl with breasts, I corrected myself. I spun my hips and watched the skirt and petticoats swirl. I was in world of my own. A world of femininity. Then Peggy came around and stepped up on the platform, an intense look in her eyes.

"You look so cute I can't help myself," she said. She cupped my cheeks in her hands and kissed me. My mouth opened in surprise and her tongue darted in, caressing my own. My head was spinning. When the kiss finally ended, she pulled back slightly, still holding my cheeks. Her lips were now as pink as mine. I looked at her beautiful face, into her shining eyes, then down at her body.

"That was great," I said, "But if this is going any further, there's one thing I'd like. I think it would be perfect if you were dressed up too."

"Now that's kinky!" she said. "Just kidding, I think it's a great idea. What color would you like to see me in?"

"Red," I said.

"I get it," she said. "Red and pink. Experienced and innocent. Dominant and submissive? We'll see."

"OK," said Peggy, "you stay here admiring yourself and I'll change in the store. If you see me get dressed it spoils the surprise. I already pulled the curtains on the front windows for privacy."

As I continued to adore the girl in the mirror, I heard Peggy moving around in the other room. I was tempted to peek but I knew it would be better in the long run if I didn't.

After a surprisingly short time, I heard Peggy say, "Well, ready or not..."

When she came through the curtain, she looked like a different person. The dress she had chosen was lovely - red with a ruffled bodice and some white lace trim and puffed sleeves. She spun slightly as she entered, and I saw that she had on a pink petticoat. She had also untied her ponytail, her wavy brown hair flowing loosely onto her shoulders.

"You're absolutely beautiful," I exclaimed, stepping down from the pedestal and spreading my arms.

She floated toward me and as we came together I felt the pressure of her petticoat on mine. Then as we embraced I felt her breasts push into the pads I was wearing. Our lips met again, the delicate touch of her tongue on mine driving me to new heights of excitement and causing an ache in my panty girdle. Her hands roamed my body, grabbing my ass and "tits" through the material. I decided to respond in kind, bringing my hand to her left breast and squeezing gently. It was huge. A D-cup at least. She giggled at first, then closed her eyes and began to moan softly as I massaged both breasts with more intensity. After a while she pulled away slightly. She knelt down in front of me and reached under my dress and began to feel around. She caressed my ass checks, feeling the lace covering them. Then she ran her fingers up and down my crotch, causing an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. She suddenly reached up grabbed the tops of the three garments restraining my "manhood" and yanked them down to my knees. I almost fainted from the relief as my dick sprang to attention. Peggy's head disappeared under my dress and I felt her lips touch the head of my dick. She licked the sides and began to slide it in and out of her mouth and after just a few moments I said, "Careful, I can't take much more of that."

She slowed down and just before the point of no return she squeezed hard, calming me down. She came out from under my dress and said, "Now if you'll step back and sit on the edge of the pedestal I'll give you one more surprise. I did as instructed and she walked up to me. She reached down and gathered up the hems of her dress and of each layer of her petticoat. She lifted them up and I saw her red pettipants. She turned from side to side to give me a good view.

"Red's definitely your color," I said.

"You haven't seen the best part," she said, turning toward me again. "I only sell these to very special customers." She slowly spread her legs, the red material of the pettipants separating to reveal her pink pussy. They were crotchless!

"Beautiful," I said, my eyes glued to the sight.

"How about a closer look," said Peggy, moving closer, until her pussy was mere inches away from my face. She held her skirts up with one hand while the other caught the back of my head and guided my face to her moist cleft framed in lace. I extended my tongue and began to lick and suck her pussy. The taste was like nothing else. I found her clit and circled it again and again, causing Peggy to moan and squeak. I brought my hands up to caress her lace-covered behind. As I worked on her, she let go of her hems and pressed forward, until I was lying on the pedestal with her sitting on my face, her petticoat all around me. I was lost in world of lace, ruffles and pussy - heaven on earth. After a time Peggy's moans increased in frequency and intensity. I licked harder and faster, sticking my tongue into her pussy every so often. I began to finger-fuck her while nibbling and circling her clit with my tongue. As she reached orgasm, she squealed and squeezed my head with her legs, her pussy rhythmically squeezing my finger. When the spasms subsided, she released me, rolled off, and lay down beside me on the pedestal, panting from the experience.

After a time she looked over and said, "That was great, Betsy. " When her breathing had slowed, she propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. "Now for the main course," she said. "Finish taking off those things," pointing to the lingerie gathered around my knees, "and get over here. I assume you're still nice and hard under there."

I took off my shoes, pettipants, hose and girdle and then came around in front of her. She leaned back, lifted her skirts and spread her legs, again revealing her beautiful pussy framed with red lace.

"Bring it home, Betsy." said Peggy.

I knelt down in front of her and pulled up my skirts, exposing my pulsing hard-on.

"That's it," said Peggy, "slide it in."

I moved forward, the head of my dick pushing into her moist lips. I thought I would cum from the sensation of that first contact. She was hot and wet, her pussy tightly squeezed my penis. It was incredible. I pushed all the way in. Peggy let out a low throaty moan. The pressure around my dick was maddening. I stopped, afraid that any further movement would send me over the top.

Peggy looked up. "Oooh, that feels nice," she said, "lets make this last a while. Here, I'll give you something else to think about." She leaned forward. "Unzip me," she said, putting her arms around me. I reached around and pulled down her zipper. She took down the top of her dress revealing the same style bra as I wore only with bigger cups. She reached around to unfasten it but I said, "Wait." I reached up and began to caress her lacy breasts. I squeezed and pulled on her tits through the material.

She closed her eyes and leaned back, enjoying the feeling. Finally I reached around and unfastened her bra and pulled it off, exposing Peggy's impressive tits. She had light brown nipples which were sticking out at least a half inch. There was an irresistible magnetic attraction between her nipples and my lips, which I did not resist for long. My mouth automatically formed an "O" as it closed around her right nipple. I squeezed her breast, forcing more of her into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, then began to alternately lick and suckle her breast. When her nipple was as red and throbbingly erect I could make it, I switched to the other one. As I licked and sucked her left breast, I began to slowly move my dick in and out of Peggy's pussy. She let out a squeal which turned into a moan of pleasure. I went slow at first until I thought that Peggy was as close as I was, then, to the sound of both of us moaning and our petticoats rustling we reached a shared brain-shattering orgasm.

We collapsed in heap of ruffles and frills, panting and barely conscious. I closed my eyes and had almost dozed off when I heard Peggy get up. "Well, I'll go get changed and ring up your purchases," she said, "I assume you're satisfied with the fit?"

"I'm very satisfied," I said, without opening my eyes. After she left, I got up and carefully took off my new dress and petticoat, and put them back on their hangers. I put the wig and other lingerie away and put on the clothes I came in with, picked up the hangers and pettipants and went back out front to pay for my new outfit.

Peggy totaled up the bill and I gladly paid it. She smiled and said, "Be sure and come back next time you need a new outfit, or if you'd just like to try a few things on."

"I'd love to," I said. I gathered up my purchases and Peggy walked me to the door. Right before I walked out she kissed me briefly and said, "Really, come back anytime."

"I will," I said, returning her kiss. As I walked out, I wondered why I bothered taking the clothes home when any fun I could have with them alone would be a pale reflection of the joy I'd already experienced.


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