Chapter 1

Let me start with some background. I live and grew up in a small town just outside of Nashville. The town I lived in as well as Nashville was and is a very religious part of the country. I was raised by a very strict father who would whip you for the smallest infraction. All through my teenage years I would do things my father warned me against just to get a whipping. You see I discovered that while my father warmed my ass the heat would always travel to my pussy. The one thing these whippings did do however was to teach me what was bad and I would after a couple of whipping be so scared to do them that I never would do them again. The list was pretty long by the time I was grown. After college I moved to Nashville and got a loft apartment and started wondering if I dared to do some of the things that I had been taught were wrong. But no matter how much I wanted to I could not bring myself to do it.

Now I take great pride in my appearance, my measurements is 37D-24-37, I stand 5'7" tall; I have blonde hair and green eyes. The only problem with my appearance is that thanks to my father I always wear clothes to cover up my whole body. I never showed any skin or wear anything that would reveal what was under my clothes. The job I had I loved dearly but due to my choice of clothes I was having trouble keeping up with the other girls in the office who would wear revealing clothes. After 2 years of frustration I got called into my boss's office and was told point blank that I was in danger of being passed over for her job as she was getting promoted herself. She was given the job of replacing herself and I wanted the job so bad but she said that the choice of clothes that I wore could and probably would undermine my position as boss because I was the but of way to many office jokes. I found out from her that I had been given the nickname of "The Nun". This I couldn't deny you see at this point I was still a virgin at the age of 28 and I wore clothes that covered up everything. Needless to say I was shocked and set there in disbelief. My boss gave me a week to change or she would give the job to Candy. Damn that girl is a slut I thought to myself. I mean after all she wore skirts that barley covered her ass and tops that barley kept her tits in. I went home and on the way I vowed I would change but how.

When I got home I plopped down in front of my computer and did a search for ways to change your way of thinking> I ran across this one web site that seemed to be just for me, it started out by asking a group of questions all about how you dressed and what you thought and if the two were really fitting together. It turned out that I found that I was not dressing or acting the way I thought but the way my father thought a woman should. It went on to ask about what I would change and I gave it a big list. I put down that I wanted to dress to show off what I had been given, I wanted to have the nerve to try out some of my fantasies. I went on to list what they were. The web site flickered and then a message came on that asked if I truly wanted what I had said I wanted was really what I wanted, I answered yes. Then I got a message that said that I needed to prepare myself. I was instructed to either drink 4 beers, 4 glasses of wine, or 4 shots of whiskey as this would help me relax. Then I needed to take a shower and come back to proceed. I did as it said and after the shower I felt really relaxed and hit the button to proceed. The next thing I knew it was morning and I was still sitting at my computer looking at a now flickering screen. I did not feel any different and thought that I was stupid for trying.

As I was getting ready for work I noticed that no matter which of my outfits I picked out I could not find any that I liked. I called my boss and told her that I was not feeling well and took a personal day. I did manage to find this one denim skirt that I took a scissor to and cut it so that it would come down to just a couple of inches below my ass cheeks. I found this one blouse I had that had a mesh v-cut and I took out the mesh. So now I rummaged through my bra and panties and did not like any of them so I went without them. Before last night I never would have went anywhere without a bra or panties but now I just thought that it would be fine. I grabbed the only pair of heels I had and put them on it went shopping.

My first stop at the mall was Victoria's Secret. I went up to a sales girl and asked for some help and getting a bra that fit right. She led me to the back and asked me to remove my top and when she saw that I had no bra on got a little red in the face. I explained that I did not like any of my current bras or panties and had thrown them all out. She looked a little puzzled and asked if I had panties on and I said no. She asked me to step into a changing room and she would be right back. She returned a little bit later with an armful of bras and panties. She had thongs, bikinis, high rise, hipsters, and boy shorts. She also had a few bras to try on. When she opened the curtain and saw me totally naked she dropped the whole pile and just gasped. I asked if there was anything wrong and she said she had never seen a body like mine and I asked what she meant. She said that even though my tits were d-cups they were firm, and that while my complexion was very light, I never lay out in the sun; she said that is was flawless. I thanked her and asked her what she had in the pile. She started with the bras. There where see through, lace, and pushups. I tried each on and she helped me adjust the straps and showed me how to make sure the cups fit. Then it was time for the panties, she noticed that I was wet and grabbed a few tissues and without asking dried me off. I feel against the wall when she touched me, you see this was the first time anyone but me had ever touched my pussy. She looked up and grinned and picked up the first pair and held them for me while I stepped into them. I tried each on and modeled them for her and said I like them all and wanted to leave on the see trough bra and thong I had on and she said ok. We went back out front and she helped me get dozens upon dozens of items. I got: bras, panties, corsets, bustiers, baby dolls, garter belts, and all others sorts of thing. When finished I had spent $4000 in the store. She asked if I needed help getting to my car and I said yes and so she helped me. In fact she took the rest of the day off to help me shop.

The next store I went to was a store that sold upscale ladies suits. I went in and there were 2 people working a man and a lady. Normally I would have chosen the lady but with even thinking about it I walked up the guy and told him I need some suits. He asks what I had in mind and I told him. He said that what I wanted would have to be altered and I said fine. So he showed me to the suits and I picked out a dozen suits all had skirts. The only thing wrong with the skirts was the length. You see they all came down to my knees and I wanted them to be 2 inches below my ass. I put one of the suits on and he got down on his knees and started moving the hem up, up, up, up, up and then I said stop. I asked him where my ass cheek stopped and he said about there, I said put your hand right where they stopped, he put it close without touching, I got frustrated and said put you had on my ass where the cheek stopped and he finally did. I said that the hem needed to be 2 inched below there and so he raised the hem. I thanked him and said I needed them by 5 and it was now 2 he said that he couldn't get it to me by then and I said oh well I guess I can't but then. He asked me to wait and went and talked to the boss and came back and said done. I paid and left.

My little helper who's name was Brandy said that he had quit a bulge in his pants when we left ad I just giggled. I then headed for the shoe store across the hall. I went up to this cute little Asian girl working there and said I need to buy some heels. She led me over to ladies department and I set. She got down on her knees and measured my feet and while she was doing this I was sitting there with my legs as open as the skirt would let them be. She got down and looked a little red in the face from seeing up my skirt. She asked what I had in mind and I said that I wanted at least 5 inch heels and that I wanted a verity. She left and came back with 6 boxes and I tried them one at a time and loved them all and asked for more. She left and this time came back with a stack of 10 that she could not even see over. I tried them all and bought them all. I asked her if she could help us out to my car and she said yes. On the way out there I had her and Brandy walk in front of me and whey she asked me why I said I was enjoying the view. She turned to face me and was totally red in the face. At this point I asked her what her name is and she said Jasmin. I asked her what time she got off and she said I was her last customer so I invited her along to help me at the last store.