 |
|||
|
|
Chapter 4
It was Monday morning and John was headed for work. He dressed quickly after having me suck his cock. I was told, as he put on his tie, that Tomiko and Fujiko were coming by to take me shopping. It was not something I wanted to hear, preferring no company to their vapid conversation, but I agreed to go out with them. Then, before leaving, he gave me a passionate kiss.
“The girls are going to take you shopping. Go with it. Whatever they say,” he said before heading out the door.
I readied myself for their arrival, putting on the outfit John had laid out for me; a pink thong, a white PVC halter dress that was far too small and exposed both my tits and ass. My make-up, as per John’s orders was very much like some porcelain figurine – white face, pink eye shadow and blush.
As I made the final adjustments to my outfit, hoping to hide some of my ‘assets’ there as a knock on the door. Opening the door, I was greeted by the two girls.
“All you leady?” Tomiko asked me?
“Ready as ever,” I sighed, eliciting a giggle from the pair.
“You speaka so funny!” the girls said, nearly in unison, before giggling again.
Like me, both girls were wearing halter skirts. Tomiko’s was a bright red and Fujiko’s was yellow and I could swear their tits were ready to burst out. Mortified to be seen with them, and even more mortified to be dressed like them, I closed the door behind me and headed out of the hotel.
The day was bright and, as we stepped from the hotel lobby, I could feel the eyes of those we passed looking us over. I wasn’t the only one who noticed it, either. Both Tomiko and Fujiko commented on the watchers, giggling at their stares.
“They want fuck us,” Fujiko whispered in my ear. “They arr want fuck us ‘cause we so hot.”
“You like it then, huh?” I asked.
“Yes, I rike,” Fujiko said. “Make me feer hot and holny.”
Tomiko looked at me quizzically. “You no rike?”
“No, I don’t like it,” I told her.
“Don’t wolly, you wirr rike,” she said. “Make men holny make me holny. Then I go home. Fuck Benny hald. Make Benny cum hald. He rike rots and I rike rots.”
I was sickened. Not only by their vapid remarks but in how they spoke; it was like a bad porno.
As we walked down the street Tomiko pointed at a small boutique. A manikin, made up like an anime doll, stood just outside the door and its large window had several more. Each of the manikins were dressed in varying colors of PVC clothing and sported wigs of red, blue and black hair; all of them with pixie cuts that made them resemble my companions.
“We go hele,” Tomiko nearly shouted, taking my hand and pulling me hastily towards the store.
The colors and variance of PVC clothing was mind boggling. There were bustiers, corsets and skirts. There were pants and dresses, bras and panties. I had never seen such an assortment of plastic clothing – even on line.
“Blandi, come hele,” Fujiko called. “Rook…rook at this. This rook gleat on you!”
I followed the voice to find her holding a green and red plaid PVC skirt and matching bustier. Smiling as best I could I urged her to put it back.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
“No!” Tomiko said, drawing out the word. “It rook gleat!. Tly it on!”
The two girls pushed me towards the dressing room, insisting I try on the horrible outfit. Together, and handling me far too familiarly, they began pulling the clothes from my body. My resistance was minimal, knowing John would be unhappy with me if I made a scene and, within moments I was standing in nothing but a pink thong.
“You need lemove hail!” Tomiko giggled, rubbing the minor stubble my thong failed to hide.
“Yes! You go to crinic. Get hail taken away pelmanent!” Fujiko chimed in. “Arr ovel, you get no hail.”
I pulled away from the two girls, who were both rubbing over the stubble, tripping over my shoes and falling against the wall. Giggling, the two girls took my hands and pulled me upright.
“Put on,” Tomiko said, giving me the skirt.
I didn’t know quite what to do. I was embarrassed by their familiarity but I didn’t want to create a bigger problem with John. So, after a moment of confusion, I decided I needed to take a similar approach to Tomiko and Fujiko that I had with John; I had to be the bimbo.
Uttering a forced giggle, I took the skirt and slipped into it. Tomiko handed me the bustier and urged me to put it on, as well. As I slipped into the bustier Tomiko headed out of the dressing room and returned a moment later with a pair of matching high heeled shoes.
“You rook,” Tomiko said, turning me towards the tall mirror behind me.
It was a ridiculous look. It was sexy, too. My waist seemed to disappear and my breasts pushed up and out, the bustier barely offering enough cover.
“Come, we shop mole!” the girls said in unison and then giggled.
“Be the bimbo,” I reminded myself as I was pulled, barefoot and still wearing the plaid PVC outfit they had dressed me in.
Both Tomiko and Fujiko were excited and ran about the shop finding this and that for me to try on. High heels, plastic thongs, skirts and tops. Each time they found something new they would run over to me or call me over and hold it against me. Time after time I was dragged back to the dressing room and practically ordered to try on outfits, each one more ridiculous than the last.
“Oh, rook hele!” Fujiko said, finding a pair of red high heeled, thigh high plastic boots as I was ushered, once again, into the dressing room. “What size shoe you weal?”
“Um, four,” I said.
“Smarr feet. Okay, I get!” she said, rushing off.
Tomiko pushed me back to the dressing room and insisted I try on several more outfits. Fujiko returned with a red, black and yellow pair of the thigh boots she had found and I was forced to try those on, as well.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, we took our booty to the clerk, paid the exorbitant bill with the credit card John had given me and left the store. At the insistence of the girls I now wore the plaid outfit they had first chosen for me and the black, high-heeled thigh boots we had purchased.
“Ret’s go to runch!” Tomiko said as we exited the store. “You rika shushi?”
I affirmed her query, thanking all the gods that be that the shopping (at least for now) was over.
Lunch was a fairly pleasant affair. Most of the food was recognizable, though some was not. To my chagrin, some of the food was still alive and I found I could not stomach it. This, of course, brought giggles from the girls.
Surprisingly, I found them to be rather pleasant company, if a bit stupid. Oddly, and I suppose it was due to my new ‘be the bimbo’ attitude, I didn’t find myself recoiling from their empty headed chatter. I even found myself joining in with their silly giggles and stories.
|
|
|