All Dressed Up Part 1

Having been out with some mates, I woke up in the middle of the street the next morning. What was a greater worry was the fact that while I had been drunk the previous night, my mates had removed all my clothes and left me naked!

With no money and no clothes, a trip home on the bus wasn't looking promising, so I decided I would try and at least find some clothes. Then maybe try and convince the driver to let me on for free seeing as he was a good family friend. Knowing that there was a considerable lack of charity shops in the area, I made for a cheap clothing store that was just opening; hoping that by explaining my situation they could help.

As I approached the store, a young girl was just opening up. She looked completely baffled when she saw me but I walked on in, trying to look as helpless as possible in the hope that she wouldn't call the manager straight away.

I pointed to the rear of the shop, trying to make out that I'd rather not be in sight when people started coming in. Abruptly, the girl changed the door sign back to 'closed'. I started to get worried that she was calling the police as she walked purposefully to the till, but to my relief she beckoned me to follow.

After explaining my predicament, she said she'd see what they could do to help and she went to go and find the manager. As she walked off, I contemplated stealing some clothes and running for it but I decided against it; my situation was bad enough already.

A few minutes later, the girl returned with the manager. They explained that they would be unable to give me any clothes from the shelves or even loan me some, but that they had a small supply of seconds/returns that I might be able to have. I thanked them and then followed them into the back room.

Here, another girl joined us. She was a stunner. Tall and slim with long blonde hair. The manager pointed out three massive boxes of clothes and said that I could have anything from them. They were all returns and had minor faults but were still very much wearable.

I'm quite slim and usual go for a small men's in both tops and trousers. As I was searching through the boxes, my heart started to sink. There was a large selection of underwear and socks, but very few trousers; even the ones I did find were beyond wearing, they were miles to big.

I put on a pair of boxer shorts to cover up my parts, and continued looking. By this time, we were coming close to the end of the boxes and I was starting to think I wouldn't be in luck. Just as I was thinking this, the girl that had joined us, (I later found out her name was Claire) jokily held up a mini skirt.

"This would fit you!"

To my amazement, Ruby (the girl who I'd met at the door) took it seriously! She started going on about how she'd seen loads of girls clothes in the boxes that would fit me. How they could make me look pretty, do me up all nice. Even more worryingly, Claire started to like the idea.

At this point, the manager returned to see what all the fuss was about.

I explained how crazy the girls had become, but again I was amazed when the manager said, "Their not crazy. I actually think it's a good idea. In fact, if you don't go along with it, I might even call the police and tell them that I have a naked trespasser on site who's trying to steal clothes and is harassing my staff."

Well, this had just got ridiculous! They were totally in control. Thinking I could at least save my modesty to some extent I replied "Well, if that's the way it is, at least let me choose the clothes I have to wear!"

"Certainly not. I like to keep my staff happy and to do that, they will make you nice and pretty. They have total control. They choose the clothes...oh, and I think they should choose some make up for you too!"

The girls almost fell about laughing. They were loving the predicament I was in. They set about choosing me some clothes. They picked out a short mini skirt but were undecided on the top I should wear.

"Oh no, he can't wear a skirt! Just look at his legs, people will guess he's a guy straight away". exclaimed Ruby with a disappointed look on her face. 

With a cheeky smirk, Claire, hardly looking up from the pile of clothes, said "That's OK, he can borrow my razor, its in my bag. Can you get it for him?"

By this time I had given up all hope of getting out the situation with any dignity and reluctantly set about shaving my legs. As I was just finishing up, Claire shouts to me, "Shave under your arms too, I've just found the perfect top for you".

"O yes, its perfect." Ruby quickly agreed

I returned to find that they have picked out a sleeveless leather-look halter top.

I'm just about to put on the top and skirt before Claire stops me.

"Not so fast. If your going to dress like a girl, you'll have to wear some lingerie like a girl too."

My mood dropped yet again.

Claire and Ruby argued yet again about the size of breasts that I should have. Both wanted me to have big ones, but I'm relatively small and they also wanted me to look like a real girl. They finally come to a decision and picked out a B cup black silk bra and matching thong.

With a lot of help and every reluctantly, I put on the bra. As I began to put on the thong, Claire started to realise how much I had been staring her up all this time; she really was amazing. She walked over to me, swaying her hips on the way. She knelt down in front of me and stared at my ever hardening cock. Just to tease me she licked the tip, which felt amazing and just made it get harder quicker, before she pulled up the thong and tucked my cock away.

"Look, he's starting to enjoy this, aren't you?"

I nodded.

Ruby came over to me and stuffed the bra with some socks while I slide up the mini skirt and adjusted it right. Next was the halter top, which the girls couldn't stop saying fitted me perfectly.

I was starting to think we were all done when Claire said, "I've got a spare set of stockings in my bag. I was going to wear them this evening, put I'm sure you'd love to wear them!"

As I slid up the stockings, I became aware of a feeling I hadn't felt before. The stockings touching my legs was a new experience to me, and I actually enjoyed it! What was even more striking, was my appearance by now, I really did look like a real girl; except for the hair.

The girls beckoned me into another room were I was sat down in front of a mirror as the girls started smirking.

"This is the best bit. You're going to look so pretty."

At this point the manager returned. She said she had a gift for me. Thinking she was being nice, my hopes heightened. Had she phoned someone to explain my situation?

"Look, isn't it beautiful?" she said as she brought her hand forward.

I got my first glimpse of the long brunette wig that I would be wearing. To this day I still don't know were she got it from. Would she really have gone to all that effort to buy one for me, then and there?

The girls put the wig on me and began with the make up. They spared nothing. Foundation, blusher, mascara. You name it, I had it on! They even painted my nails. Finally they gave me a thick layer of some bright red lipstick. It made my lips look amazing, and I was really puzzled about how I could look so good...as a girl!

"One more thing. These are critical. Follow me."

I did, and we walked back to the original room with all the clothes. Because I was small, it didn't take the girls long to find a pair in my size; four inch heels. They were shiny and red and looked like they would be painful to wear for a long time, but that didn't stop me having to put them on.

Once done, the girls lead me to the mirror. As I stood there staring at the stunning girl staring back at me, I couldn't believe I was looking at myself. I knew I was slim, but I would never have guessed I could look so pretty; if a little sluttish at the same time. The outfit fit perfectly. The top emphasised my breasts. The skirt was just long enough to cover my cute little bum that looked amazing due to the heels. All in all, I looked the part.

"All done!" said Claire as Ruby opened the back entrance.

"Thanks...I guess."

And with that I took my first steps in the world as a girl.

*More to follow*