Act like a Boy 4

Act like a Boy or else …

by Lesley Renee Charles

Chapter 4

My male escorts arrived at the Salon and were very pleased with the start of my transformation. They were starting to treat me more like a woman than before.

“You are coming along quite nicely and are quite beautiful. Now it is time to start getting you a wardrobe more in line with your new look, Princess.”

I wish they would stop calling me that. I was starting to think that they meant more by that than I could ever imagine.

The guys surrounded me again and lead me back into the corridor and turned right and started walking down towards a brighter lit area. It looked like a shopping complex to me. I really was wondering how far their hidden enclave extended and why did they need it at all. My curiosity was far from being satisfied, but I hoped that I could start finding the answers soon. I wondered why I was captured, transformed and being held here in a secret hideout.

As we neared the shopping area, I could make out all kinds of stores, men's clothing, hardware stores, bookstores, music stores, supermarkets and finally our destination, a ladies' clothing store.

They led me inside, explaining to the store manager who I was and what was needed before they dashed out of the store.

“Miss, I think we will start with getting you a few sets of panties and bras. I know what to get you since the Master has already decided that you are to be a very feminine girl. All satins and laces for you my dear. We have your sizes already as the salon called ahead. Here is a fine selection of different colors and styles for you to choose from.”

There were all kinds of pastel colors, lilacs, lavenders, sky blues, sea greens, pale yellows, creamy whites and last but not least pinks.

I chose a few pairs from all the colors, somehow I figured I would have to be able to coordinate my lingerie with my clothes.

After we got the start of my lingerie sorted out, I was led to the skirts section. I was told that the Master wanted me to have a mid-thigh to knee length. He did not want me to show too much leg but he also did not want me to be modest. There were all kinds of styles and colors to choose from.

I chose a few black, beige and cream colored neutrals first. I figured I could combine these with a lot of different style blouses. I also picked a few blues and lilac colored ones, with blue being one of my favorite colors.

Next came blouses, and then the dresses. I chose several different colors and styles from each. Then came the part I was dreading, stockings and then shoes. I was told that the Master wanted me to wear stockings and garter belts. So I was shown a very feminine selection to choose from. I was then told to put on one of my new garter belts and slide the straps through my panties. A silky smooth set of lilac stockings to match my lingerie were slipped on my legs. I rolled them up and hooked them to the garters. I picked several pairs of stockings matching my lingerie choices.

I was then told I could not have a heel length of less than two inches but three was preferred. I chose several pairs of black and white pumps for now. A black pair was slipped onto my feet and I was made to practice walking in them. After about ten minutes, I could walk on them without wobbling too drastically.

Then put on a lilac colored blouse and black skirt and was ready when my guys showed up.

“We have orders to take you to the Master now, so that he can approve your new look.”

We went back out to the corridor, I noticed that they did not restrain my hands this time. We proceeded down the corridor going towards the darker end of the tunnel. I really had to try to walk slowly with my new heels, also I tended to lean on the two guys on my sides. I think they loved the idea of having a lovely girl lean on them for support.

Finally we came to a lavish set of solid walnut doors with stained glass windows. There were a pair of guards in front.

“We have orders from His Majesty, the Master to show our captive's new look.”

We were allowed inside. It was a lavishly appointed suite of rooms filled with heavy antique furniture. I was escorted into a study, where a familiar figure was waiting.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked.