Shopping for Gordon's Plastic Pants    by Prim

The store assistant in the ladies' lingerie department of Debenham's - Beverley, her lapel badge said - leaned over her counter to see the apparition in the infant buggy at floor level. "Well, well, well, dearie: you ARE a frilly little sissy, aren't you?" she cooed. Remington Taylor's blushes deepened with anguish. What a nightmare this was, being pushed along the sidewalk in his 'F1-baby toddler buggy' and through this crowded store into a women's department. Luckily his cock was tightly caged, or it would have stiffened to three or four inches long and poked out the front of his grren and white striped sissy shorts for all the women to see. But his stepsister Karen was quite relaxed about it all. "Do you like his frills, Beverley?" she said, moving to the front of her stepbrother and catching both sides of his frilled blouse collar so as to pluck and fuss them endlessly into shape surrounding his blushes. "Oh I love it when ladies bring their sissies in to see us and but them their panties, especially when their blouses or dresses are ruffled with frills." "Well that's very fortunate," replied Karen, grinning, "because we are hoping you have some EXTRA frilly panties for Remington here, my stepbrother. His stepmother and I want him wearing very pretty panties OVER his sissy shorts. Could we possibly see a few pairs to choose from?" "Fabulous!" cried Beverley, spreading a sheet of white satin across the counter-top to display pairs of panties. "Lois, help me find the best panties for this sissy-boy. He wants them frilly and pretty, so that everyone can see how he wears the most feminine panties possible." "Get up!" Karen ordered her stepbrother, "and sit on the counter so that we can all see your shorts." Remington ached with humiliation and soon began weeping as he sat and cringed with shame at a high level. Panties upon panties were spread out in front of him, all of them frilly and some of them ridiculously effeminate: obviously for sissy-boys. Karen was at a loss. She wanted three pairs, but they were so frilly she would happily have bought them all. Then, by a huge stroke of luck, who should be passing but one of her teachers from her High School days: Miss Frencham. "Karen! How wonderful! But my dear, what are you doing? and who is this with you in such a frilly blouse collar?" Karen explained: Miss Frencham laughed, and in no time, they were both holding one pair of frilled panties after another against the front of Remington's shorts. His cage was working to keep his cock down, but it just couldn't withstand this continual stimulation under the gaze of so many perfumed and giggling women. His panties and shorts became quite sticky, to everyone's delight, and on Miss Frencham's recommendation, Karen wheeled her stepbrother home with a pair of frilled panties on over his shorts, and eleven other pairs in her shopping bag.

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