First Night
By Demi Jarnstoor
Looking back now, Mike could see how Mandy had skilfully manoeuvred him into stockings and suspenders: right from the time they had discussed Gary's up coming party.
Mandy had suggested a feminine character and Mike's immediate reaction had been a pantomime dame.
No, Mandy had said, not when all the others would think of the same idea. He could hear her say it even now, "Be original, novel, be unique!" yes, but what? They'd run through all the female characters, any number of princesses, Cinderella and …yes Snow White. Mandy had said that was just right as Snow White was sweet pure and innocent.
"And gullible." Said Mike to himself with perfect hindsight.
A trawl through the cheap clothes shops uncovered a whole new world for Mike; a dangerous one where the adrenaline high became almost addictive as he searched through the rails of dresses, skirts and tops. A little patience was rewarded with the discovery of a long white button through skirt and a t-shirt style top with sculptured patterns and motifs.
The girl at the checkout eyed Mike suspiciously. Mike felt he must be blushing, but tried to carry it off as an ordinary, everyday affair. He stepped out of the shop clutching the plain white carrier bag, and found he'd been holding his breath. Two deep breaths and he was well enough to walk home.
The following day, a more confident Mike ventured into the town's department store. He'd walked through the lingerie department many times carefully studying the garments while appearing not to look at them.
"Looking for something nice for your girlfriend?"
Mike had almost died as the sales assistant spoke. He stepped back and tangled himself up in one of the display stands. He recovered enough to nod.
"Looking for a three-piece set in white?", and she went on without waiting for a reply, "Now this is nice, with the lacy panels, and suspender belt, here."
Mike was horrified. Surely everyone in the shop must be looking at him. And she was still talking at the top of her voice.
"Do you know what size she is, your girlfriend, her bust and cup size?"
From his minimal research in a thick shopping catalogue, Mike had decided 36b was nicely middle of the road. "Yes, we've got plenty in that size. Would you like some shiny white stockings to go with it? They're a very popular line with the young ladies."
She waved a packet at Mike, and he managed to smile and say, "Yes". He paid, and set off for the shoe department.
This was far less traumatic. He selected a pair of size 8 white sandals from the "sale" racks before anyone accosted him. Then he hurried home to try everything on. Mike waited until the house was empty, and the he locked his bedroom door - he couldn't risk his Mum or brothers finding him dressed up. He put the bra and briefs on, stuffing a rolled up sock in each of the empty cups. The suspender and stockings were a little trickier. Mike had to reattach the suspenders to the stocking tops when he discovered the secret of being able to take his knickers down without undoing everything.
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