You walk into my lingerie store, face down, stammering like a scared boy. But I see you. Blushing. Nervous. Hiding that tiny cock like it’s a shameful secret. “Aww… are you shopping for yourself, sweetie?” I purr, already knowing the truth. I call over the other girls. I make you strip. I laugh at your shriveled little worm—barely a bump between your legs. Then I dress you in frilly pink panties, make you wiggle for me, while customers film your humiliation. You’re adorable like this. Trembling. Exposed. Mine. And next Saturday? You come back. To start your new job… As my store sissy.
