Humiliated In Front of His Girlfriends    by Prim

"I've got them," dried Della Jensen to her mother. "They're in the little girls' dress department. Let's get him in there to meet them." "MOVE!" barked Cynthia, pushing her son-in-law through the mall-door of Dressy-Dress. "And you make sure you behave like the sissy little wimp that you are. Gottit!" Granville Jensen stumbled across the polished tiles to meet the sweet perfume of one of the best dress stores in town. But not one of them, he was sure, would be as ridiculously girly as the dress he had been made to wear for this crazy trip in public. What could they be thinking of? What if they met someone they knew? And who was Della talking to - who was already here? Then he saw. Holy shit! He saw the very familiar faces of Verity and Yasmin, his two girlfriends from before he settled on Della. They were coming right up, their eyes like saucers and their hands grabbing their faces in disbelief. "Oh my God, Della, that's not - ? That can't be ? Give me strength, Yasmin, it IS him. Will you look at what he's WEARING!" Granville squirmed in every inch of his body as the two of them clung to each other to stop themselves from collapsing in a fits of laughter, coming closer and closer to his bright red face, the boy who dated them and even asked each of them to marry him. "But Della, why?" asked Yasmin, running her fingers through the sissy streamers that fluttered from his wrists to his ankles. "Oh you'd better tell them," declared Cynthia, her face grimacing as if sucking a lemon. "He deserves to be totally shamed, the little prick!" Della got hold of her husband's plastic pacifier and pumped it in and out of his mouth as if forcing him to suck the end of a male cock. "Suck it, you wimp. Show your girlfriends what a pathetic jerk you are. Why do we keep him in little girls' dresses? Simple, girls. It's the only thing left for someone with not a scrap of manliness in him. Has he ever been able to git it up for me? No. Does he get it up when we put him in panties? Yes. So there's your answer." Verity and Yasmin exchanged looks and very sober expressions. "For God's sake, what a lucky escape we had there, telling the jerk 'No'," said Verity. "We've got to take a look at this little dickie that gets excited in girls' dresses," said Yasmin, and as the two of them unbuttoned the front of his pink penis dress, the horrifying embarrassment was all too much for Granville Jensen. He cock was already aching to bursting pint, and it simply had to launch it's miserable load of sissy cum down the front of the Yasmin's dress and Verity's coat. Luckily they saw the funny side of it, and they laughed and laughed, along with Della and Cynthia, as his cock hung half stiffly in front of him, still jerking under their mockery, and trying to squirt the odd pathetic droplets of cream.

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