This week was a landmark for me as your girl. Before this week, my dressing was for the most part done only in private. Once dressed I would consider myself housebound for the day. I would get my food, take my place on the couch, or do my household chores for the day until it was time for bed. I was doing as you told in order to make you happy and provide you with pleasure. I would wait for the few minutes you set aside for me each evening to check in on Your girl.
This week you changed that for me. This week I was given the assignment that just sitting in the house was no longer acceptable behavior for your girl. I was told to put on something nice, do my hair and makeup, and get some new nail polish at Target.
When I received this assignment, my stomach immediately leaped into my throat, my blood pressure rose, and my anxiety peaked. I’ve never felt like I pass well enough to go out in public without sticking out like a sore thumb but am too afraid of your possible punishments to not do this. I set aside time after work on Wednesday and styled my hair and did my makeup. I made sure my foundation covered any shaving shadow, checked to make sure my lipstick and blush were on point, and re-checked my eye shadow and mascara. I wore the women's slacks that you approved for me, buttoned on the white silk blouse and put on the matching black blazer. I made sure the collar of the blouse peaked out over the blazer lapels to give it that professional femme look and slipped on my flats.
Immediately I felt self-conscious as I completed step 1 of your assignment. I stood out front of the Target store and took the selfie that would include the Target sign in the background.
Not one stranger seemed to care, so I took another. I then kept over that huge hurdle and entered the building. Once again, not a second glance from anyone. Not one person looked my way as it I was in some obvious costume or looked too out of place. Every step became easier than the last.
I made my way to the nail polish aisle as instructed in my assignment and found the bright pinks. I picked out the insta-dry brand that my red shade is and help it up to take the next selfie showing me inside the store. Still no one seemed to think I was doing anything crazy enough nor did I look out of place enough to have an employee give me the concerned “can I help you?” They give to suspicious looking customers.
I took my bottle of polish to the self-checkout aisle. Completed my purchase, and was even given nothing more than the routine “have a good day” from the retail worker. I gave an abbreviated “thank you”, trying as hard as I could to not sound too masculine.
I made it out of the store with no incident and took the next required selfie showing my completed purchase outside of the store. I had actually done it and must have looked normal enough that not a single person gave me a second glance. I had “fooled” complete strangers. I took one more selfie showing my complete outfit as a sort of victory Lap and drive off.
For the next 24 hours I was experiencing that “subbie rush” that I usually only get after time spent in a personal session with you. Of course I can down after, but that 24 hours wasn’t expected from just a simple shopping trip.
You have always said you see me as a girl. I’m not male to you. I have a girls name, you dress me feminine, my assignment all reinforce that. Now that I’ve been exposed to the public once, I wonder what your next plans are for me. My masculinity is starting to shift only to my rear view mirror, but I think I’m about ready to accept that. I look forward to experiencing how you use this information in our next in person meeting.
My purpose is to give my Mistress obedience and pleasure.
