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Chapter Seven: A Start?The shoe store was heaven. My calves were hurting from walking in the too big men s shoes and I wanted desperately to get into something that I did not feel like I was going to kick across the room just walking. The first pair I picked out were some sneakers and I planned on wearing them out. The trouble for me was I did not know when this would be over and I might have to muddle through for a couple of days and there was a social function sponsored by our company that I had to attend, mostly to keep my eyes and ears open and be ready to move when I needed to. So, I was going to need something dressy. I tried on some very lovely high heels and the sales lady was very good when I had trouble walking in them at first. She suggested a lower heel than the six inch stiletto I had picked out, but I knew it was a matter of finding the way to balance. I walked a little more and slowly I got the hang of doing most of my balancing on balls of my feet rather than on my heels. The shoes were black, but I needed clothes yet, so I bought several more pairs in various colors. Then I spotted the boots in the rear of the shop, I looked those over and bought a pair of nice calf high riding boot and a little wicked impulse purchase of some thigh high stiletto boots.
Now that the shoes were dumped into the back of the limo it was a block walk in my new sneakers to the lingerie store. Maurice looked as if he wanted to come help me after all the bags I had from the shoe store, but I smiled and shook my head and pushed into the boutique with a stomach full of butterflies. A bell rang very softly as the door opened and a woman maybe 35 or so smiled to me.
How can I help you? She asked. I looked nervously around the shop. This seemed to make her nervous as I got closer to her.
I need to buy some bras and things. She looked suspiciously at me.
Okay?
I don t know how to. I whispered to her feeling the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks.
You don t know what size you need? She seemed even more confused now.
I don t know anything about them other than they are supposed to hold you know you up. Gods this was humiliating. She smiled to me and paid her hand on mine.
I can help you learn how to do it all on your own. She gave me a little wink. I m Stephanie. She held my hand in hers after she came around her little counter.
I m James. It was knee jerk to say it.
Okay James, she shook her head, Jamie. Come on back here and we will get you measured up and start looking. She led me to the back and as we entered what seems to be a secluded room a little electronic bell went off. I heard the steps of someone else moving outside the room we were in to the front. Let s see what you have now, Jamie. Stephanie turned to look at me and I flushed with embarrassment again. Come on, she encouraged me softly, get off the men s stuff and let s start. She pulled out a measuring tape. I swallowed and pulled of the sports jacket with the rolled up sleeves and then the far too big slacks. You are going for clothes after this? She asked seeing the labels on my clothes.
I kinda have to. I said laying the pants of a chair and un buttoning the button down oxford shirt. Stephanie was watching and waiting for me to finish so I just pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside, my stomach in knots, embarrassed as hell, and looking at Stephanie s eyes as I had no urge to see anything but professionalism there. My hopes were granted.
Hmmm. Stephanie approached me with the tape. I think you came to the right place Jamie. She wrapped the tape around the peak of my breasts.
What do you mean? I asked her.
Well, she then put the tape under my breasts and again measured, I could be wrong but I don t think you have ever gotten a bra that fits you right out of any department or clothing store. She looked at the measurement and I could see her calculating in her head. Not many sized for you off the rack of the average clothing store. She gave me a smile.
How can you tell? I thought there would be more measuring but she seemed to be done.
You measure in two places. Under, she indicated the area beneath her breasts, and then over. Now she made a circle from her ribs over the tops of her breasts with her two index fingers. You take the two and find the difference. This measurement is the number. She made the circle under her breasts. And the difference between the two should give you your cup size.
The letter. I interjected.
Exactly. She smiled Now for you we have a chest of thirty-six inches and a bust line of forty-four inches.
A difference of eight. Numbers were a strong suit of mine and a reason I was as good as I was in business, so it was just a reflex to give the difference.
Right. Stephanie smiled and nodded again. That is not an overly common size. She went out and I could hear her moving hangers outside as I sat there buck naked behind the closed door, praying she would not just throw the door open. There was a soft knock once the hangers stopped. Jamie? Followed the knock and I hid behind the door.
Yes? The door opened and covered me and I was happy to see Stephanie not only had bras but a couple of pairs of panties as well.
I thought these would fit but let s make sure and then get started on these bras. She handed me the panties and the first pair, I would learn later were French cut, fit nicely and felt good too.
Another hour later, and now it seems so stereotypical, but I had at least seven pairs of shoes and four bras and about 14 pairs of panties, several pairs of real nylons a couple of garters and a couple of pairs of panty hose in the back of the limo. I was a little excited about having it all somewhere deep down, but I have to admit that I had a lot of shoes before too. I think as much as men like to complain about women and shoes it is just because we want to use it to make our wait, themselves feel better than women. I put up the privacy glass, eager to add to the bra and panties I had gotten to wear out of the store. The tags for the me were in the bag, but Stephanie had felt for me and allowed me to keep the bra that had finally fit and the French cut panties on. Now I kicked off the khakis and pulled on a pair of nylons. They had felt good and I wanted to get used to walking in the shoes before the party tonight. Next |
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