Afternoon Tea on the Lawn

'How do I look,' I ask as Trish dropped a tiny veil that came with the dress over my head. The dress stuck outward and swung like a bell as I walked. I sighed a heavy sign of relief as my now throbbing cock was covered. Yet I was becoming so incredibly excited I could feel my silk panties dampen and wished I'd worn a pantie liner or something with a thicker gusset.

'Oh my goodness you're beautiful,' Mrs Forrester said studying my every curve. 'You are a hot young lady,' she touches the sequins, feels the skirts and I feel dizzy.

'Stand by the front window, dear, so I can see it in the sunlight.'

I was nervous stepping so near the front door not used to dressing quite so dramatically and as the sunlight hit my dress I illuminated like a glitter ball at a dance. Lucy smirked and I wanted to hit her.

'Perfect,' Mrs Forrester said gleefully. 'I'll take this too.'

And that's how the next few minutes went. I picked something up, if Mrs Forrester liked it, she made me wear it and if it fitted me she bought it. Sounds simple yet it didn't all go as planned. The first skirt and top made me look like a sack of English potatoes but we got it right the second time. Though personally the skirt was far too short for my liking as it was so high my panties where clearly visible if I moved at all and if I bent down only slightly I gave everyone a flash and a thrill. But despite my concerns this humiliating aspect seemed to clinch the sale. The swimming costume was terrifying. Mrs Forrester didn't like my modest suggestion in aquamarine and instead she choose a tiny high-cut one piece in a candy pink. I almost died when she asked me to try it on. I looked at Trish for support but instead of giving me an option out she offered to help. Inside the cubicle, to my surprise, the ever-resourceful Trish taped my tiny cock up inside me with some gaffer tape. The result was amazing and as if by magic my cock took on the shape of a female mound. Squeezing into the one-piece bathing suit was quite a struggle.