MALL SISSIFICATION STORY PHONE SEX FUN

Are you ready for a Christmastime mall sissification story?

 

YOU are going to put the “ho” in “ho ho ho” by the end of our mall sissification story tonight, panty-boy. It all starts when you let your wife drag you to the mall for her big holiday shopping extravaganza. You tend to behave like a petulant child during these outings, as do most heterosexual dullards like you (i.e., “husbands”). Let’s say your wife wanders off to look at the Vitamixes, lost in her own consumerist reverie. You’re lagging behind, as usual. And then you notice that just outside this fluorescent Bed, Bath & Beyond hellscape is the glowing Victoria’s Secret entrance.

She won’t notice if you slip away for just a few minutes, right?

You decide to follow your perverted impulse. You’re sick of following her around anyway. I mean, you’re practically bored to tears. You deserve to walk down that mall sissification story path. As you step into the shop, you prepare a lie about how you’re “shopping for your wife.” Maybe you even lie to yourself and believe that you are. But the salesgirl notices you feeling the bras even though you don’t see her. You’re not the sharpest, most observant, or mindful tool in the shed, after all. But you’re ABOUT to be the prettiest!

You think no one will notice if you go into the changing room with some of the silky merchandise. But when you click to open the door, it’s MUCH bigger than you expected. And that door clicks shut right back behind you.

The changing room is a secret feminization dungeon, the portal taking you into our mall sissification story.

The lights change, and suddenly everything is dim in the giant room until a spotlight turns on YOU. The entire room is lined with mirrors, and there you are everywhere you look with crossdressing contraband in hand. There’s a door at the end of this strange, enormous place and you make a dash for it. But in pops that friendly, sexy salesgirl.

“Looks like you need some help, sir!” she shouts, barely getting through her words without bursting into hysterical laughter.

Into her intercom, she announces: “Girls, we’re going to need Christine from makeup and Susan from bridal!”

This all-female staff of aggressively gorgeous beauty specialists is ganging up on you during our mall sissification story. What are you going to do? You can try to resist, but there’s no point. Do you have penis size questions for them? Or will you just surrender yourself to their feminization expertise?

“Look how hard he’s getting now that his bra and panties are on, girls!” And it’s making you even harder having all these women’s hands all over you while they laugh at you. Would it turn you on for them to call your wife over the loudspeaker when they’re finished? Or better yet, ALL the shoppers in the mall?

Santa and I agree: a mall sissification story is EXACTLY what you’re getting for Christmas this year.

Naughty or nice, it’s the present you deserve. All I want for Christmas is to write our own mall sissification story with you! I’m here now, just POISED to catch AND crossdress you!

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