First thing I do when I go to the local Primark is to find a few tee shirts and shorts or jeans and carry them in my basket, then I go walkabouts to f...nd subjects, the female underwear section is always a good place to start, plus I get to look at all the nice panties.The changing cubicles were a bit dated and had ill-fitting partitions and curtains at the front, not very private but it did give me opportunities to exploit my exhibitionism at the same time.The curtains never fitted properly and. It was indoors. He looked around the bedroom. This room. He dropped the phone on to the bed, rose and went to his wardrobe. He picked out a plain black T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. He went to his underwear drawer and selected his favourite pair of boxers. He dressed and went back into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and splashed on some cologne. He smiled at his reflection, “what the fuck are we getting in to?”He picked up his phone off the bed and looked at the last two messages. I saw him applying a base powder then what I assumed to be blush on my cheeks. He continued with eyeshadow and mascara and finally a bright red lipstick. There were other things I didn’t recognize that added what Master called special touches but I was beyond caring at this point. I was terrified to see the finished product. Master then left the room and came back with a large box. He told me to carefully remove the nightie while making sure not to ruin my makeup. I slipped it off over my head. They’d traveled eighty miles north to the rural antebellum mansion, now transformed into a sumptuous bed & breakfast and restaurant choked with antiques evoking the gentility of a century now long passed. The matron at the front desk greeted them with the warmth reserved for returning guests, and they’d been given their customary room with bright wallpaper of yellow roses, high bed adorned with Amish quilt and the sunroom with a Jacuzzi big enough for three but meant only for two overlooking.