Silvia darling get a life. If you don't like these stories why are you reading them? Another great story, many thanks.

I found the story surprisingly hot. My legs would have been shaved, tho. It's so late, but I'm going to read another.

DISGUSTING!

This wimp deserves MUCH real humiliation and a severe spanking -- a wise ass trying to get his jollies at the expense of unsuspecting saleswomen. Give me a weekend with this wimp and he'll never pull that stunt again because he will be forever feminized and serving a stern Mistress

Now my friend :)
I don't want to act suspicious of your claim made in those last paragraphs where you more or less state that it was your own choice what to wear.
And that there was no bet?
Neither any girlfriends.

But in your opening statement?
" Based on a true story. I went into a costume store looking for a halloween costume, what I got was a lesson in humiliation. "

Now?
Where would that humiliation be if it was your free choice?

Awh :)

cheers
Yoron.

another reread of this story its great i would like to have seen more of this story to read it could go a lot further well done

very good story interesting the way it was written a lot of humiliaton their for him but worth it i would love to read a second part of this story how he got on etc &did his freinds know of his secret side

I liked your beauty shop story and the costume shop.  Like I said, plausible situations which I can relate to.  Never mind the grammatical part, write the way you see things.  By the way, I used to be Raymond, now I'm Rae, a much more feminine name, I thought I'd throw that in.

This is the first of your stories that I had read. It was delightful. Many of these stories start with a bet. Since I have three Maid's outfits in my collection, I wouldn't have to go shopping. The story flowed very nicely and the character's roles were also beautifuly brought along. It has a nice, suprise ending which caught me, ... well, by suprise.

One year, my wife and I answered our door's, "trick  or treater's, on Halloween in Maids' costumes. I was and English Maid and my wife was the French Maid. The neighbors loved it. One couple came back with their camera for some very cherished photos. The following year, she was an O.R. Scrub Doctor and I was in the Nurse's outfit. I got to re-use those red fishnets at Christmas with my Ms. Santa outfit. Ooops, I've gone off on a tangent.

I liked your story. I'll be reading more of them.

Hugs,

Susan Pauline Bauer
(Brockton, Massachusetts)

That would be SO MUCH FUN and it would be like WINNING in the long run.  I would have pick the French Maid outfit and served with all my energy and been very proud to do it for my woman.

Pam

I like the story.  It was sweet.

I did go into a costume shop just once and speak to the clerk.  Luckily he too was a crossdresser.  We talked for several minutes then he asked me about boots.  He was having a sale but only on smaller sizes.  He showed me an white thigh high boot with 5" heels in an 8.  He went crazy when I slipped it on and zipped it up with no problem.

I used to go into costume shops when I was on break from college, but I never had the guts to tell as detailed a story as that.  I would have liked having someone else choose my costume.  I used to get the "we get all kinds of strange requests, don't feel embarrassed" line, but it was during the very last trip I made that shocked me.  My fiancee (then, girlfriend) discussed me doing maid service for her.  I didn't like the french maid costume I had bought ages ago, so I wanted to get a new one.

When I went into the store, and gave my story about losing a bet with my girlfriend to do housework in a maid's uniform (which was essentially true, except we hadn't made a bet), the proprietor saw right through the sham, and proceeded to tell me that she has a good sense of when men come in because they WANT to be dressed.  She said it made no difference to her, but she seemed annoyed that I would make up a story to get what I wanted (I was like a deer in headlights, and denied that she was right).

Anyway, I said all that to say, GREAT STORY!!!

Nice story, I liked the twist of the salesgirls getting to pick the costume.

"I wondered then, as I do now, does anyone actually ever make bets like that?"

Yes, I was the "victim" of one.  In college, no one had any money, so when we played games, we played for penalties.  One time I was playing hearts with three girls and the penalty if I lost was that I had to dress as a girl and go up in the girls' dorm.  I lost.  This was 1965, and there were no co-ed dorms; I could have been expelled, but I did it, not looking at all female in a yarn wig and hairy legs.  I got away with it, but it was definitely NOT the start of my crossdressing career.  That, unfortunately had to wait another 30 years.

"Lesson in humiliation" was overstating it a bit, I thought. But
a truly delightful story. I'm afraid I'm a pushover for upbeat
stories like this. I'm sure many guys have used the "lost the bet"
line when buying things, but having the salesgirls make the choice
was a wonderful new twist.

--Pervy

Great story.  I loved the little twist at the end.

The last line brought my wife and "the package" over from the video game to see why I was laughing. Very nicely done, Thanks :)