Guilty as Charged

by Mememe

 

Part 2

I don’t think I slept even an hour last night, the bra was uncomfortable, although I have worn them on many occasions, never all night long. I finally got up at about 8 am and took a look around, I found the bathroom and found that I really needed to pee. I walked in lifted the seat and then realized what I had done. As I lifted my nightgown and pulled my panties down I took my first look at my new self and felt repulsed. I finished and dried myself off, something I kinda did instinctively then I pulled my nightgown off and stood in front of the mirror, I had on a plain white training bra, something you could get in a box at k mart and a pair of flowered panties with lace on the legs and waist and a tiny bow in the middle. I had little boobs filling it out and you could almost see a small tuft of hair through the panties. I was 100% girl. Aunt Janice called for the girls to come to breakfast and when I went down the steps they all had another good laugh at my expense. Elizabeth came up behind my and snapped my bra and Jamie died laughing. Aunt Janice said she hoped I didn’t sleep well last night, after all this is punishment. She told me that we had a full day today, as I have no clothes other then what I have on basically. After breakfast we went back upstairs to change, as I was putting on my clothes, the clean shirt and stuff Jamie just stood there and watched me. She was still wearing her nightgown and then reached into her dresser, grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom saying there is no way she is changing in front of an old man. After the girls got changed we got in the car and headed for the mall. I had no idea what I was getting into now. Aunt Janice told me on the way that she had a little over $1000.00 to spend today on me and was going to make sure I had what I needed, and if I was good maybe something I would want like a disk player or something. I guess that would be nice, but I really didn’t care. The first place we went in the mall was the Limited Too store. I know that’s what all the girls my age like and I knew I would leave there with all kinds of stuff. We started with some jeans and tops, at least I wasn’t going to have to live in skirts. Aunt Janice had some size ideas since I was in between her daughters and grabbed a number of jeans and headed me towards the changing room. She came in with me and told me to take off my skirt. The first pair she handed me had sparkles all over them and as I pulled them up I realized wearing regular panties that they wear going to show over the top of the jeans. Aunt Janice said not to worry she would take care of that later, most of the jeans had some type of pattern or flowers and were all low rise type. Tops came next, a lot of white t shirts with designs on them, some spaghetti strap tops, and a few light colored button up tops. I found that no matter which shirt I wore it was painfully obvious I was wearing a bra. Aunt Janice said that’s just the way its going to be for a long time, guy were going to see my bra, period. After getting about a dozen shirts, 3 pairs of jeans and a few pair of shorts, she got my 2 new skirts, both were very short, easier for old men to look up she told me, all part of the punishment. The girls were over at the underwear section and called us over. There had to be 40 different pairs to choose from and I was told to pick out 12 pair. The only thing was I was not allowed any bikini, I could have high cut briefs and regular briefs, but she insisted they had to be high enough to show over the top of my pants so people could see my pretty panties. I got rainbow, purple, flowered, sparkly, green, red, yellow, light blue, and white with all kinds of things printed on them like princess, and boy crazy, that type stuff. They took me over to the bras and there was only a small selection, about 4 or 5 different ones. Back to the dressing room, 4 bras in my hand, Aunt Janice at my heels. She watched as I took of my shirt and training bra and told me to try on the first one. I was bright white with a bow in the middle and one at the top of each side near the straps, it even had some padding in it which I don’t think Aunt Janice liked. Her sizing was right though and a 32a fit just perfect. I put my training bra back on and my shirt and left the dressing room. A month ago I would have done anything to be in that dressing room watching a girl try that stuff on, I cant believe its me doing it now. On the way to the check out Jamie showed Aunt Janice a cute little necklace with a D on it and said she though it would look so cute on me, we got it and a couple bottles of glitter nail polish, a choker, and a belt the had angel in big letters on the back. Aunt Janice paid for everything with my money, only it wasn’t mine anymore, the bill came to just under $300.00. From there we went down the mall and right into Claires, Aunt Janice went straight to the counter and told the girl there that her niece wanted to get her ears pierced and could she help us. She showed me a display with about 20 different pairs of earrings in it and told me I could pick out one pair because they are free with a piercing. Just when I started to point out what I thought were the least obvious Elisabeth showed her a pair that had a bright pink stone in the middle and that’s what I was told I would like. 5 minutes later I walked out with my ears pierced all the stuff to keep them clean and a gift certificate for another pair in 45 days when my ears healed. As we left the mall I thought my ordeal was over, I should have known better. Aunt Janice said she wasn’t blowing all the money in one day and that we would finish our shopping at walmart. So off we went.

 

 

 

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