Crossing Texas – Chapter Six
I began gathering up my purchases when Ashley interrupted.
“Hey. I have a digital camera in my purse. Let’s take a few photographs of him.
Great idea! Can we,” Katie asked. She wasn’t addressing me; her question was posed to Sara. These girls apparently realized that Sara was in full control of me.
“But wait.,” I began to object before Jennifer cut in.
“Oh yes! Then we could show Pamela off to all our friends at school. Without photographs, they will never believe us. They surely wouldn’t believe how feminine he is.”
“Please! Pretty please,” they giggled, imploring Sara.
“Oh, OK. I suppose a few more minutes won’t matter,” Sara said without even glancing at me.
“But wait,” I protested, “I can’t have photos of me looking like this!”
“Well, you should have though of that before, you know.. Now give these nice young ladies a few minutes of your time. After all, they have been very helpful to you.”
“But please, Sara.”
“No. You let them take a few photos. Or, if you prefer, I’ll drive back and you can get home on your own. Though, of course, Amanda might not be very pleased.”
With that, it was settled. The girls didn’t even wait for my response; instead they began to discuss proper poses.
The first photo wasn’t bad, as I just sat in a chair, demurely, with my knees together and hands clasped upon my lap. A couple more in similar vein followed. But then Katie, the meanest of the girls, became more demanding. I was required to pose standing, knees together, hands clasped behind my back, gazing down, as if I were a little girl being scolded. A closeup was taken of the girls touching up my makeup. Jennifer asked me to pout “like Marilyn Monroe”. For another shot, they tied the tails of my blouse in a bow so that my navel showed, had me don a high school sweater, unbuttoned, so that I was dressed very much like Brittany Spears in her famous music video. At this, the girls had me sing Brittney’s song, “I’m not so innocent”. All the while Sara sat quietly on a chair at the other side of the lingerie department, paging through a magazine, disinterested in what was happening to me. What, I wondered, did Sara think of this. Sara, the beautiful young Hispanic woman of my dreams. Did she enjoy seeing me be humiliated? Or rather, was she saddened to see the man who maybe had fathered her child being treated like a Barbie doll? I couldn’t help but hope that the latter was true.
Finally, Ashley announced that there was only enough memory left for two or three more photos. The girls had a little pow-wow to decide the final poses. I couldn’t quite hear the discussion, only occasional giggling. I saw Sara glance at her watch.
Addressing Sara, Katie asked, “We still have a problem. How can we prove to our friends at school that your cousin is not just a real girl, rather than a sissy?”
“Yes., and?” Sara said, as if she were barely listening.
“Well, maybe you would let us take a photo of his, you know, vagina area?”
“I don’t understand,” I interjected, although none of the females cared what I thought.
“Go on,” Sara said to Katie, while glaring sternly at me as if to say “shut up!”.
“Well, she could, you know, pull her panties down so that, you know, Pamela’s “thing” shows in the photo. That way, our friends at school will have to believe us. Oh, ma’am, it’ll be so neat! Please let us take a photo.”
“No,” I said, “that could be against the law.” The girls continued to ignore me. Sara, to my dismay, sided with Katie, simply saying “Go for it”.
More of my protests went ignored as the girls pulled me into the dressing room. Luckily, Sara didn’t join us to witness my degradation. The three young girls giggled as they discussed “the shot”. Even they were blushing at this point.
Soon Katie had pulled my pantyhose and panties down to a spot about an inch or two above my knees. They had me lift up my skirt and the half-slip beneath it, at which point my bare midriff and my groin were clearly visible.
“Wow. So that’s your vagina, Pamela. It sure looks funny on a girl,” Ashley said.
“It almost looks like a normal penis. I thought it would look somehow more, you know, feminine.”
“Oh, Ashley,” exclaimed Katie, “just what would a feminine penis look like? Maybe you expected it to be pink with lacy ruffles,” she laughed.
“What do you think, Jennifer?”
Jennifer, who had been quietly staring at my crotch till now, responded in a near- whisper, as if she were engaged in something naughty.
“I don’t know, Katie. I’ve never actually seen a real man’s private parts. Although I have seen pictures, you know, in some movies.”
“What! You’ve never seen a guy’s dick before? You can’t call that thing a real man’s penis, Jen. It’s a sissy dick.”
“His penis is smaller than my boyfriend’s,” said Ashley.
“And so are her balls.”
“Please,” I begged the girls, “let’s finish this.”
“OK, sissy-boy,” said Katie.
“Just stand there. Hold your skirt up with one hand, and cradle your baby penis in your other hand.” There followed a bright flash, then another.
Unfortunately, the presence of pretty females and the handling of my cock had a natural result. I began to harden.
“Look,” Jennifer exclaimed, “it’s growing!”
“That means the sissy-boy is getting turned on. I guess that wearing girls clothes does that to you, right, Pamela?”
“No. No, ma’am,” I replied to Katie. It’s just that..” My words fumbled.
“You know. Ah. I..”
“Does that mean she’s going to ejaculate,” Jennifer asked Ashley.
“Ejaculate? Jennifer, you talk like a school sex-education movie,” Ashley responded, giggling.
“I think he’d come if he rubs it. Isn’t that how it works, sissy? Oh, go ahead, sissy, jack off. We won’t tell on you,” Katie said.
By this time my penis was erect and throbbing. There was a bright flash as Ashley took the final photo. I desperately wanted to come, and the only way it would happen was by going solo. I began to rub it, back and forth.
“So, Pamela is masturbating,” asked Jennifer, as I closed my eyes and proceeded with the task at hand.
“Yes,” said Katie, “the sissy is rubbing his tiny penis.”
It took only a few moments. A black, depthless sense of shame filled my soul as I exploded. The girls were clearly shocked, even the “experienced” Katie, by what I had done. As shame and loneliness engulfed me, I began to quietly weep. Most of the semen had shot out and fell to the floor, narrowly missing Ashley, although the final few spurts soiled my panties and pantyhose, which were still down around my knees.
“Look,” whispered Jennifer, “she’s crying, just like a little girl.”
“You mean, like a sissy boy,” Katie added.
“Hey,” Jennifer said to me, ignoring Katie’s cutting remark, “I’m sorry we made you sad, Pamela. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Now stop crying or you’ll ruin your mascara.”
Unsteady and drained, I could barely remain standing. Jennifer took a tissue and very carefully wiped tears from my face. I let my skirt fall, covering my maleness. Jennifer gently ran her fingers through my hair, cooing, “It’s all OK, Pamela. You’re a nice girl. And pretty,” as if I were a baby.
“Jesus, Jennifer,” said Katie, “your “nice girl” just jerked off in the ladies dressing room! That’s not nice and it’s not girlish.”
“C’mon, let’s get the sissy boy out of here before we all get in trouble,” said Ashley.
“Make him wipe up that nasty stuff first,” Katie said.
“We sure can’t leave it all over the floor. He can lick it up. He’d probably like it.”
“No, please. I’ll clean it up,” I pleaded, then wiggled out of my panties and pulled up my pantyhose. On my knees, I used my panties to wipe my cum off the floor as the girls watched.
“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” I said to no one in particular.
“I really think you two should quit referring to Pamela as “he” or as “sissy-boy”. Pamela’s a girl, almost like us,” Jennifer said.
“A sissy-girl,” Katie laughed.
After I cleaned up my mess I exited the dressing room. Sara had been looking over some shoes across the aisle, unaware of what had happened.
“Are you finished,” she said, exasperated, as I approached her.
“Now get your pretties and let’s check out.”
“Yes, Sara,” I replied obediently.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Six.
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