” The salesgirls could barely suppress their amusementat the humiliated sissy, and with Sir’sencouragement, they freely fondled her ass, c...ck andtits as they helped her try things on. They allenjoyed watching her little clit try to get hard inits cage from the humiliation and touching, and atone point, one of the girls asked Sir if she couldgive Sissikins a mock blowjob. Sir thought that was a wonderful idea, and the restof the sales staff put a “Closed for lunch” sign. Every ounce of my instinct is screaming at me to look at the obvious. My eyes run over the landscape of the room while my brain tries to recreate an eidetic visual recreation of it, to serve as a reference. There has to be something different – maybe the arrangement of my pens, or the position of my desk. It could be the tilt of my chair or the – Wait. The stack of books on his desk. They used to be arranged upright, standing vertically, but now they are stacked up into the shape of a pyramid. “Ok, now shave down there and take a shower” came next.Duly shaved and washed I emerged hairless from the eyebrows down to my toes. They rubbed some oily stuff all over me. I have to admit that I liked the look. Becky produced a wig, which I can only assume Ron had worn at times. They sat me down and did my makeup. Face powder, eye liner and bright red lipstick. Then I put on the maid uniform. “What, no knickers?” I asked. “No darling” said Sue “you won’t need panties”. Becky got a pair of. I wasn’t wholly convinced the shorts were going to work. So, I tried a short little jumper outfit. It provided a better view, but it wasn’t something I was completely convinced about. So, then, I opted to ditch the shorts and go with a mini skirt. The mini skirt definitely provided the best in viewing opportunities.So, on “D-Day” as I would term the date, short for “display day”, I slipped on a cute little mini, sans underwear. I had to be very careful because I didn’t want to freak out any of.