Fifties Housewife The Next Day

The look on my face must have scared them because they all tried to comfort me. Sheila grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to the changing room. There on the bench was the same robe and a choice of panties, stockings, shapers, girdles and things that looks like corsets.

"Get out of those clothes Geri and we can start." She said. "Don't you worry this will be fun."

I picked a pair of bubble gum pink panties with lace all over the front and around the legs. I found an open bottom all in one with garters. I wiggled into it and attached taupe stockings to the garters. In a white box I found breast forms. They were much nicer than the ones she had sold me before. I slipped them into the cups of the bra and pulled my chest up into the cups to add to the effect. I pulled on the robe and discovered some slippers with three-inch heels.

Feeling feminine and ready to face my co-workers I stepped out into the fitting room. The girls were all in various stages of undress or trying on outfits. I was shocked. I had never been out shopping with women before and was amazed at how they interacted.

Sheila noticed me standing quietly and came to me. She held my elbow and pulled me into the center of the room. Sarah was holding a waist nipper that laced up the back. It was peach colored satin. She handed it to Sheila who wrapped it around my waist. Sheila had me close the front busk. Then she had Sam hold my hands as she began tightening the laces.

Just as before I felt my body conforming to the shape of a slender shapely woman. I was giggling and flush when she was done. Sam supported me as I walked around the room catching my breath. I was feeling so many emotions I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Sheila had pulled the dress out and held it for me as I stepped into it. Once it was settled on my shoulders Jane zipped it up. It fit like another layer of skin from my waist to my now ample breasts. It hung limply from my hips to about my ankles. Sheila stood back looking critically telling me to turn and stop. Running her hands over the lines and seams of the bodice.