Sissy Shopping Nightmare - Part 3 of 4

 

Sissy Shopping Nightmare

By Karen Singer

 

Part 3 of 4

 

Once his old clothes were discarded, along with any dignity he might have once had, he wandered slowly out of the food court.  As expected, his phone dinged again.  The message simply said:  See how pretty?  It was the picture though that concerned him the most.  The picture was of him walking through the food court, wearing the dress.  He really, really wanted to throw that phone at someone.  He looked all around, but still couldn’t figure out who might be watching him…other than everyone in the mall.

Once again his phone dinging made him cringe.  What now?  He read the message and couldn’t believe it.  The picture accompanying it didn’t even matter.  It was all…ridiculous!  Stupid!  And…unnerving.

The message read:  Go to the drug store on the bottom level and buy a package of adult diapers.  The picture of course was of a package of diapers.

 

 

He was wearing a dress.  He was wearing little girl shoes and socks.  He was wearing a bra.  Now…diapers?  It was too much!  Way too much!  At least they had told him where to find the damn things.  He trudged himself downstairs while it seemed like every person in the mall was looking at him.  He went into the drug store and had to look around to find the damn things.  There!  The easiest thing to find yet…except for maybe the damn bra he was wearing.

“Lovely dress,” the woman at the cash register said as she laughed at the sight of him.  He was tempted to hit her too, but he didn’t.  He simply walked out of the store with a large bag that contained the package of diapers.  At least they were in a bag, but he knew for sure now what would happen next.  Just a few steps out of the store, the phone dinged again and he dug it out of the little girl purse.  Yeah.  No surprise.  Back to the same men’s room in the food court, and put one of the damn diapers on.  And whoever had sent the message had emphasized that he couldn’t pee until he was wearing the diaper.

He didn’t want to do it.  He really didn’t want to do it.  But then, he didn’t want to wear anything of what he had on.  None of it.  Someone was really, really sick!  What was the purpose of all this anyway?  What had his son Jimmy done?  He had no clue, and no answers.  And the food court was so far away from the damn pharmacy.  It was a long humiliating walk, wearing a very noticeable and embarrassing dress, carrying a large heavy package, and of course his cat purse.

Doing his best to ignore the looks from everyone in the mall, he walked into the men’s room again.  Just going in made his need to pee grow that much worse.  It was getting difficult, but he held it.  Once again he went into one of the stalls and closed the door.  He opened the package of diapers and pulled one out…and stopped.  He couldn’t.  He just couldn’t!  It was too much.  All of it was to much.  What had Jimmy done?  But the images in his mind of what they had already done to Jimmy were simply beyond imagining.  Right there and then, he began crying.  His body slipped down until he was sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall of the stall.  He could do nothing but sit there…and cry.  Why did they have to hurt his son?  Why?  And why did they have to do this to him?

He had been sitting and crying for some time when his phone signaled another text message.  He almost ignored it, but he dug into his purse to pull the phone out anyway.  He read the message:  It looks like you’re getting the picture now, but no more lollygagging in there.  You’ve got five minutes to get that diaper on and get out of there or your son is going to get hurt.  Five minutes…and I’ve already started the timer.

Five minutes?  He needed to move.  He needed to…  But he couldn’t.  It was all too much!  It would be too much for anyone.  He sat there and started crying all over again.

He didn’t know how long he sat there before the phone dinged again.  There was just a very short message:  Five minutes again.  This time instead of a picture, he found a video.  He watched in absolute horror as someone took a pair of pliers to the little finger on Jimmy’s hand, and with a sickening sudden twist, and a loud snap, Jimmy started screaming his head off in pain.  Jimmy’s finger was broken and left at an impossible angle.  And then the pliers moved to his next finger before the video ended.

No!  No!  They had hurt Jimmy even worse.  They didn’t need to do that!  Why?  Why?  Why?  Sobbing, he forced himself to his feet.  He pulled his underwear off under his dress.  The diaper was a bit difficult to figure out, but he finally managed it.  With tears still streaming down his face, he hurried out of the stall and hurried out past everyone in the bathroom.  All the way out into the food court, where his damn phone sounded off again.

With the big bag of diapers in his hand, he had to stop and put the bag down so he could dig the phone out of his cat purse.  He read the message:  Throw your old underwear in the trash but keep the diapers, then pull up the hem of your dress and turn around slowly in a complete circle so the watchers can all see your diaper.  Wet yourself first if you can.  Otherwise, you’ll be doing the same thing later to show what you did.  You may be doing it later anyway.

Now they wanted him to wet his diaper like…  Damn he hated this.  He needed to pee.  There was no doubt about that.  Not after spending so much time right next to a toilet in the men’s room.

He did his best to soak his diaper.  It wasn’t easy, but he managed it.  As he stood there, he felt an entire warm lake beginning to form on the inside of his diaper.  He was amazed that the thing didn’t leak.  When it was over, he took a hesitant step, then another.  He chanced walking carefully over to the trash can where he dug his old underwear out of the bag and threw it into the trash.  He now had literally nothing left of what he had been wearing when he had arrived.  Nothing!

As instructed.  He lifted the hem of his dress and slowly turned in a complete circle.  People were watching him and laughing at him from everywhere.  It was impossible to tell who the watchers might be, other than literally everyone in the mall.  That’s who was watching him.  Everyone!

Red faced and full of shame, he let go of the hem of his dress and picked up the bag that contained the diapers.  He took a step away from the food court, then another.  The flood inside his diaper had mostly disappeared, but he could easily feel how much thicker his diaper was now.  He could also feel it sagging a bit between his legs.  He stopped as the realization hit him.  Everyone would now be able to see the diaper below the hem of his dress.  Shit!  Things just kept getting worse and worse.

His phone dinged again and he stopped so he could read the next bit of bad news…although he knew there was nothing they could do to him that would matter anymore.  The only thing that mattered was to keep Jimmy from getting hurt worse than he already was.  It was the same game he had been playing all day now.  But they had proven that they wouldn’t hesitate in the least to dish out more punishment if he didn’t comply immediately.

He stared at the new message and the picture that accompanied it.  Oh joy.  The message read:  Go back to the pharmacy and buy this nail polish.  He looked at the picture.  Yeah, it would be.  The polish appeared to be sparkly pink.  Probably something a young girl would choose instead of an adult.

 

 

He felt like he was walking most of the length of the mall once again as he made his way back to the pharmacy.  As he walked, there was no missing the feel of his soaked and sagging diaper.  There was also no missing the fact that everyone in the mall was looking at him.  The dress he was wearing was enough of a statement to make sure of it.  He did his best to ignore everyone in the mall.  He had little choice in that.

Ten minutes after walking into the pharmacy, he was heading back to the food court with new instructions:  Go back to the food court, sit at a table, and polish your nails.  Two coats.  Don’t mess it up and make sure it’s dry before you do anything else.

Yeah right.  No surprise.  And of course, he would be stuck painting his nails in front of everyone in the world.  Or close to it.

He wasn’t walking fast anymore.  He just couldn’t.  He was too unhappy.  Too ashamed.  The lunch hour was mostly over but there were still a lot of people in the food court.  He chose a table and sat down.  He set his cat purse on the table along with his bag of diapers.  He removed the nail polish from the small bag the pharmacy had put it in.  He looked at it.  Yeah, it was still just as sparkly pink as it  was in the store before he bought it.

He shook the bottle then removed the cap and looked at the applicator brush.  He had to be careful not to drip the polish on the table.  Hating what he was about to do, he wiped some of the polish on the brush back into the bottle, then spread the fingers of his left hand out on the table, and brushed the polish on his thumb nail.  Sparkly pink.  Very sparkly pink.  Even with just that much, nobody in the world could miss it.  He kept going, finishing the entire large nail.  Just looking at it made him feel squeamish.  Not wanting Jimmy to get hurt, he kept going.  On to the next finger and eventually on to his other hand.

After two coats, he carefully screwed the cap back onto the bottle and kept his fingers spread wide on the table.  How long did it take for nail polish to dry?  His fingernails looked just as wet now as when he had applied the stuff.  He glanced at the clock, then decided to give it fifteen minutes.  When the time was up, he gingerly touched his finger to one of the nails.  Nothing happened.  He was hoping it was dry.

Still trying to be careful in case his hands weren’t completely dry, he stuck the nail polish into his cat purse, got up, and threw the small bag it had come in into the trash.  He went back to the table to get his things, and his phone rang.  Were the damn messages never going to end?  He guessed no.  Not until they picked him up tonight.  Would they let him go home then?  More importantly, how about Jimmy?  After breaking his finger, Jimmy needed a hospital more than ever.

Still being careful of the polish on his nails, he dug the phone out of his silly purse.  The message and accompanying picture were easy to find.  What they wanted wasn’t easy to stomach:  Go to Fey’s Fine Jewelry.  Ask for Fey.  The message was bad enough, but the picture told the rest of the story.  The picture showed a pair of pink stud earrings.

 

 

Where the heck was Fey’s Fine Jewelry?  Probably as far from the food court as they could put it.

The walk turned out to be another long one, probably purposely, just to put him on display in front of as many people as possible.  Fey turned out to be an older woman who made it plain right from the start that she didn’t like him.  Bruce wondered what they had told her about him.  He himself wanted to know what someone’s problem with him was.

“Come along,” Fey told him briskly.  A few minutes later, not Fey, but another woman was installing pink stud earrings into his freshly pierced ears.  When they showed him the earrings, he recognized them as a perfect match to the ones in the picture.  After the earrings were in, he got to look in the mirror.  Yeah.  Pink sparkles.  Pink, pink, on top of pink.  Little girl pink.

  He considered himself lucky that the bill for the jewelry wasn’t as much as he thought it would be.  He was simply glad to get out of there, but not glad when he remembered that his phone would probably ring soon with another message for him.