part 5 final
 I did let Chris put his coat back on at that point, but  told him  not 
to zip it up.  That way, other customers  would not easily  notice what 
he was wearing, but there  was some chance they would,  and certainly 
there was no  chance Chris could forget for even a  moment that from  
waist to neck he looked more female than male.   In any  case, we next 
we moved to the nightgown section.  We  ended  up getting him two sheer 
baby dolls (pink and  red), a blue full  length sheer, and two  
floral-patterned flannels.  All this of  course was a  large sale for 
that salesgirl, and as she was  ringing  it all up she made of point of 
telling us that she'd be   happy to help us any time we needed anything 
more, and  that she'd  also be happy to help set things up for us  with 
salesgirls she  knew at the department stores in  the mall that she knew 
would be  very helpful and  understanding.  She even took Chris by the 
hand  and  told him again that she thought his sweater set was  really  
pretty and that he looked just adorable and  very feminine in  it, and 
that she hoped we would  return.  I thanked her for all  her help, had 
Chris  thank her, and told her we would undoubtedly  be back  but that 
next time it would be with Chris fully  dressed and living as woman.
Well, by then Chris was starting to fully comprehend  his predicament.  
He looked at me, barely holding back  tears, and in  a quivering voice 
asked if I really  meant to make him live as a  woman full time and  
forever.  I told him yes--that was what I  wanted and I  intended to 
make it what he wanted to.  One of my   goals for the shopping trip was 
to impress upon Chris  that since  he was going to be feminized it would 
be  better for it to be done  right--so that he could pass  as female 
rather than looking like a  crossdressed man.   The idea was to show 
Chris that continuing to  live as  a male was no longer an option.  It 
seemed to me that  the  best way to get Chris to really understand the  
situation he was  now in, and to get him to accept the  need for the 
kind of permanent transformation that I  had planned for him, was for 
him  to experience what  things would be like if he at all resisted my   
feminization program for him--no matter what it might  entail.    In 
order to help make that point clear to him, before  leaving the  store I 
made Chris remove his coat again,  then told him to go by  himself and 
have his ears  pierced in the mall and then to meet me  at the car!   He 
looked at me pleadingly, but my stare made clear   that I was not going 
to change my mind, so he  submissively handed  me his coat, and started 
walking  out of the store and down the  mall.  I saw him trying  to keep 
his arms folded across his chest  to hide the  obvious effects of the 
padded bra, but given that he   was wearing the mauve sweater set, I 
don't think he was  accomplishing very much.  I almost felt sorry for 
him,  but  reminded myself it was for his own good.   
   Well, when he got to the car about twenty minutes later  he had  
silver studs in his ears and he was totally in  tears (and out of  
breath from running), and between  sobs he begged me never to do  that 
to him again.  I  told him to tell me everything that had  happened. He  
said it took him a while to find the ear piercing   place--he was afraid 
to ask directions from anyone, and  everyone  was staring at him so he 
tried to just keep  on walking until  finally he saw the place in front 
of  one of the large department  stores.  However, he then  had to wait 
in line under the constant  stares and  giggles of passing shoppers.  He 
said the woman doing   the piercings was very nice and told him she did 
lots  of men,  and she thought it was kind of cute.
  I asked him if he understood that the only way to  avoid this kind  of 
humiliation in the future would be  for him to help me feminize  him to 
the point that he  could pass easily as a female in public.   I told him 
I planned to make it so his figure would do proper justice to a nice 
soft angora pullover. He said he  understood and that he would go along 
with anything I   asked.  Even, I repeated, if it meant transforming him 
so  that he could pass as female while wearing a tight  sweater and no 
bra?   It took a moment for the meaning  of my words to sink in, and 
then  he gave me a pleading  look, but I just said that the alternative  
was more  experiences for him going out in public looking like a   man 
in a dress.  Sobbing, he said he'd go along with  whatever I  thought 
was best.