Every day on my way back from school, I passed the dress and suit shop, being more daring as I linge
Every day on my way back from school, I passed the dress and suit shop, being more daring as I lingered to take in the beauty of the dresses in the window. It would be one day I did this, that I was shocked to find what appeared to be the store owner, a middle aged lady, beside me, who opened the door for me, happily gesturing for me to enter. In an effort to cover what would have seemed apparent to her, I made my way inside and over to the boy’s tuxedos, claiming that I needed a new suit for church. This quickly backfired, with her going through ensemble after ensemble, gesturing towards the changing room, insisting I was to try one on. Continuing through what seemed like a never ending range, she suddenly paused as if she had an idea. Amused, she nonchalantly asked, “Or perhaps young man, you would like to try on the dress in the window?” I was stunned into silence, as she went on,“That dress you were looking at when you were outside. The same one you have been looking at every day outside my shop for weeks?”I said nothing, as she guided me to the changing room…. The Masochistic Emasculation Fetish reddit group -- source link