"The Public Adventures of Mark" Phone
Written by Rikki
It had been nearly two weeks since Cindy had taken Mark out for his initial frolic in the public arena. It was the first time anyone other than Cindy had seen him dressed as a girl, and it had been staged so that it appeared as if he was a man who had been dressed as a girl shopping at a large department store.
Only Cindy knew when the next little excursion would take place, and she was taking her time to make it as exciting and embarrassing as possible. Not to mention putting his nerves on the very edge. He never knew what was planned for him and he had to experience as they went along.
Mark had spent the day wearing 1" brush style hair rollers in his hair, which was not unusual on his days off. He always wore sexy frilly nighties to bed now and would dress as a maid occasionally when doing chores around the house. Cindy always insisted that Mark's dressing at home was perfectly normal and all men did the same when at home.
Today she had a plan for Mark. He was about to have his second adventure in public under the stern instruction of Cindy.
"Cindy. What are you doing?" he asked as she brought out one of his long wigs and began to work it on his head. It was a long, vibrant red wig, reaching down to the middle of his back. He liked this wig and wore it often in the house as it made him feel more feminine, but this was different today.
"Hold still sweetie," she said smiling as she stretched the elastic cap to it's max.
"Cindy. The rollers are still in my hair. Why are you putting the wig over the rollers?" he watched her as his head tugged back and forth.
"Will give your hair much more volume and height, not to mention a little bit of discomfort," she said paying attention to the chore at hand. "It's the price we girls must pay for fashion I guess." She smiled and said, "You're going out this evening sweetie. Just sit still and let me do what has to be done, then we will be going out."
"Where are we..........."
"Hush baby. Does it really matter? You'll see," she said as she finally managed the wig over the rollers in his hair. It did give quite a lift to his hair. Big hair, would be an under statement.
Mark's mind began to wonder now as he sat quietly allowing Cindy to put on his makeup complete with false eyelashes. He wondered what kind of place he could go dressed like this and not be a problem. As she put bright red lipstick on him as the final touch, she smiled at him.
"You look very pretty Mark. You look like a girl." She clipped earrings on him and held his chin up to look at him. "You are such a sissy boy aren't you." she smiled. "I think we need to share this others, don't you?" she smiled and then giggled.
"Cindy, what am I wearing exactly." he was very tense now.
"Think like a girl Mark. Very.....very .....girly," she laughed again as she went to the closet.
She put a set of long fingernails on Mark and painted them red to match his toes which he kept painted all the time now. She stood at the closet and gave a come here gesture with her finger. Not knowing was very intimidating.
"Cindy," Mark exclaimed with a little desperation as she pushed Mark to the garage. Mark stood there wearing 6" peep toe, pink, high heel pumps. His legs encased in sheer black seamed stockings hooked to garters at his upper thigh. He wore a very frilly pink dress with puffed sleeves and a short skirt just covering the garters. A large white sash bow was pinned at his side and a large pink bow pinned in the back of his hair.
"I can't go in public dressed like this Cindy. This is a costume," he said looking at her as she opened the car door for him to get in.
"Into the car sissy Mark. I'm taking you out for a little public humiliation. It's been a while and you need it." Cindy giggled.
Mark was a nervous wreck as Cindy drove him across town. Not knowing where or what she was going to have him do dressed like this. Every time she slowed down he looked about to see if he could figure it out. A few women in other cars did get a look at him at stop lights. They seemed quite amused at his appearance. As Cindy pulled into a parking lot Mark noticed that it was an rather isolated area, and they parked next to a pay phone that was in front of an abandoned gas station.
"This is it sweetie," Cindy grinned and leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She slid her hand up under his skirt and though Mark was very nervous, he had a half erect dick already, which Cindy immediately began to massage into a semi erect state. Then without another word she slid down pulled up his dress and put Mark's dick in her mouth and gave him a long, slow, oral massage. Mark was feeling so good, dressed like a sissy girl and his dick fully erect and standing almost straight up all on it's own. Cindy pulled up and said, "It's time Mark."
"What? Time for what? There's nothing here Cindy." He looked around.
Cindy put her coat on and got out of the car going to the passenger side and opened the door on Mark's side.
"C'mon Mark. Stand up and let me see that cute sissy dress you're wearing."
Mark stood up slowly looking about to see if anybody was about to see how ridiculous he looked. He was cold. Once again he was in 39 degree weather with only a dress and heels on. Mark flinched as Cindy put her hand under his skirt again and with just with her fingertips stroked his dick with only the lightest touch. He wanted to feel more. He moved his pelvis forward only to have her move away with him. The stroking never stopped, and was never to be more intense than the light fingertip touch she was administering. She just kept lightly stroking him.
"In your purse Mark, you will find some quarters. Take this and call these numbers," she said handing him a list of numbers. Mark looked in his purse and found a quarter.
"Call that first number sweetie. It is a beauty salon in town. Tell them you would like to make an appointment for yourself for a shampoo and set. I want you to convince them and ask if you can get it on a Saturday morning, you know when they are very busy," she smiled as she lightly stroked him. He felt a strange erotic feeling come over him. He wanted to be stroked harder, but that was not to be.
"I don't know if I can Cindy, I mean talking to someone like that, I feel very self conscious, what do I say?"
"Just call the first number Mark. It will be fine. Talking about you wanting to be a girly girl to a woman you don't know, she can't even see who you are or how you're dressed right now. You will cancel the appointments tomorrow. Tonight you will make them, or at least try" she smiled as she felt him try again to get more satisfaction in her stroking but she kept it very light with her fingertips.
"Nuh...uh....uhh. I'll stroke your dick as it needs to be stroked, you just talk," she said giving him all kinds of sensations in his groin, massaging his balls with her other hand, but no real satisfaction at all.
Mark put in the quarter and got a dial tone. He pushed the numbers and as he finished Cindy said, "Hold your wrist out limp like this," she showed him how and fanned out her fingers. "When you are on the line with the salon I want you to wiggle your toes while you are talking."
Ring.........Ring.........
"Cut n Curl Salon. How can I help you?" a pleasant sounding woman answered the phone.
"Uhmm..........yes, I'd uhm..... like to make an appointment for myself for Saturday morning." Mark stammered and could hardly get it out as he was in such a state of arousal now.
"Okay, what did you need a haircut?" she asked.
"Uhm..........no ma'am I uhm need a shampoo and set." Mark felt totally humiliated having to stand outside making this call. He kept looking around to see if anyone was coming as he talked. He was very nervous and found it impossible to concentrate with Cindy's slow steady, but light stroking. It was now driving Mark crazy. He had to focus hard on what the girl was saying.
"A wet set sir? Are you sure you're not looking for a perm?" she asked politely.
"No, I want a wet set," he said again.
"Put your hair in curlers and put you under the dryer wet set?" she asked again to be clear.
"Y..Yes if you don't mind." Cindy was grinning at his deli ma.
The girl giggled and said. "Yeah, that's fine with me if you don't mind, I just wanted to be sure that was what you wanted. I've never done a shampoo and set on a man before. Might be a little feminine looking when I'm done."
"Oh..uhm... that's OK,. I understand," Mark gasped as he felt as though he may cum any moment and tried pulling back from Cindy just a little, but her hand followed him and the light stroking continued without missing a beat.
"Well, I can do you on Saturday morning, but we will be very busy. There will be lots of customers in here having their hair done. If you don't mind wearing curlers and sitting under the dryer with other customers I'll make you the appointment."
"Yes. That would be fine," he said softly as if he was losing his voice
"How's 9:00 sound?"
"Th...that will be fine." he said wanting to get off the phone now,
Okay, I'll see you Saturday then for a shampoo and set." They said good bye and hung up. Mark looked at Cindy.
"Damn it Cindy I can't do this standing out here like this. I'm cold, and someone might see me dressed like this." he looked around frantically.
"That was very good sweetheart." she giggled, "You're doing fine. I hope somebody does see you standing out here like this baby."
As she was talking a car came down the road and stopped at the intersection. Mark panicked and shuffled his feet. Cindy held him steady and continued stroking him gently. The car continued on its way.
"Time to make the next call, and wiggle your toes more this time," she said. "I want my sissy to be proud."
Mark reached in his purse for another quarter. He dialed the number his heartbeat racing now. Cindy had given him new instructions now. He found the thought very exciting.and had to concentrate even more now.
"No way," he said.
"Would you like to do this one in the nude honey?" she asked continuing the gentle fingertip stroking of his hard penis.
"No," he said reluctantly dialing the phone.
Ring...............
"Nails by Claudia, how can help you."
"Hi, my name is Twinkletoes and I would like to have my toenails polished two different colors."
"Your name is Twinkletoes?" she said suspiciously.
"Yes,"
"Sir, I haven't got time for games." (click)
"She hung up."
"Of course she did sweetie. Call another one."
(ring)
"Nail salon, this is Lisa."
"Hi Lisa my name is Twinkletoes and I would like to make an appointment to have my toes done."
"Hello Twinkletoes," the girl said laughing, "and what would Twinkletoes like done to his toenails?" she asked obviously repeating the conversation out loud for others in the room.
"I would like them painted two different colors."
"Two different colors, you mean alternating toes in different colors?" she asked.
"Yes," he said feeling like he might cum any second.
"And what colors do you want for your toes Twinkletoes? she asked with giggles in the background.
"Red and green," he said barely able to get the words out.
"Oh Twinkletoes that will be so pretty. Oh I just think that is such a sexy look on a man," the women in the background now laughing.
"Really?" he asked surprised.
"No Twinkletoes, men who paint their toenails are not my type. Neither are guys named Twinkletoes. Have a nice day Twinkletoes," she said bluntly then hung up the phone.
"What's the matter baby, nobody wants to paint your toenails? I guess I'll have to do that for you," Cindy said.
"Try the bridal shop sweetie,"
"Francine's Bridal Shop." said the woman pleasantly.
"Hi....I ...uhm.....I'm going to formal dance and I need to get fitted for a prom dress...." the last words came out as a gasp. Mark looked at Cindy who looked at him giggling and stroking him mouthing the words, "You're such a sissy boy," as he struggled to stay composed.
"You need to be fitted for a prom dress?" the woman sounded surprised.
"Yes.....please," he said meekly.
The woman laughed and said, "Well okay. We need to make an appointment to have you fitted. You wanting a dress or a gown?" the woman asked.
Mark was on edge now. He felt he would cum any second. He covered the phone and held it away from his face.
"Cindy!" he hissed. "I can't talk with you touching me like that."
"Isn't this what sissies do Mark? Dress up like pretty little girls and stroke their penis?" she smiled. "Wiggle your toes darling and talk to the lady."
"Sir are you there?"
"Uhm yes. I'm not really sure uhm............"
"Oh that's fine. We can try dresses and gowns on you to see which you would prefer." The woman laughed, "Okay, we can work out the details when you come in. How's 6:00 tomorrow evening. Should be able to get you a quiet private fitting for your prom dress."
"That sounds good." he said.
"Oh by the way sir, for fitting purposes you will want to bring the shoes you will be wearing and if you are wearing a padded bra, bring that also."
"Ok thank you, he said hanging up the phone.
"So how was it? You have an appointment set?" she smiled as she gripped him a little tighter for the first time and stroked him.
"Yes............" he gasped throwing his head back. "I have to cancel in the morning as they need as much notice as possible." he said now putting his hands on Cindy's shoulders as she stimulated him deeper. "Oh Cindy.........." he moaned.
"Oh I understand honey. We will cancel the hair appointment in the morning. Stand with your hands up by your shoulders sweetie with limp wrist." she instructed. "Limp wrist like a proper sissy. Now flap your hands like a little birdie that's about to fly." She laughed as he did it. "Now move your feet up and down on our toes like you have to go the bathroom," she giggled at the sight of him doing all these things outside. "Faster....." she insisted. As Mark did his little sissy dance Cindy began to stroke him vigorously.
Mark gasped, "Oh yes," as Cindy told him to keep his chin up.
"Oh Mark you are so pretty. All dressed up like a little girl having your penis masturbated by a real girl. Just think tomorrow when we are getting you fitted for that prom dress what all those girls will be thinking about you. Sweetie, I'm sure they will be laughing at you in the back room," she teased Mark. "Can you really blame them?" Then she made a statement that caught him by surprise.
"That's right Mark. We're keeping the prom dress appointment. You're going to be fitted for a prom dress." she cooed as Mark's knees trembled as he began to have an orgasm. "I'm thinking a very feminine, off the shoulder, black number with gloves." she continued as Mark ejaculated his cum onto the pavement. "I'm sure they will laugh at you Mark. Not many guys ask to be fitted for a prom dress. I'm so sorry that they will be laughing when you're trying on the dress." Again Mark's cum hit the ground as Cindy finished stroking his penis.
"Cindy you can't be serious about the prom dress." he looked at her exhausted from such an orgasm.
"Oh, but I am. I will tell them you are my son, and how you've been wanting to go to the prom in a dress, and I'm finally giving my blessing and being supportive." she smiled and kissed him.
Well she was old enough to be his mom, though they loved each other regardless of age. "Cindy, can we discuss this first?"
"Sure honey, as long as the discussion is about the dress and pumps you want to wear, and NOT about not going to be fitted."
"Let's go home now sweetheart. You need one more erection tonight, for me, then you can get ready for bed." she smiled as they got in the car and left.
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