In
For Her
, we were greeted by a tall woman, I guessed her at 5'10" or 5'11" and well over 6' in the platform Roman sandals she wore. She was pretty, no, she was striking, with platinum blonde hair adding three inches to her height, a leather vest showing off large breasts, leather shorts cut much like my Daisy Duke's showing off her ass, and the high-heeled platform sandals doing good things for her legs.
"Welcome to
For Her
," she said by way of greeting as we walked in, "How can help you?"
"I'm looking for Heidi," Nadine said.
"You found her," the blonde amazon said.
"Wellllll," and for the first time in a while, I heard some hesitation, some awkwardness in Nadine's voice, "Eileen said you might be able to take care of me?"
"Ahhhhhh," Heidi said, drawing out the vowel, "So you must be Nadine and this lovely thing must be Ronni. Eileen said you might come by."
She stepped back and looked me up and down, very deliberately, and then extended her arm, forefinger pointing at the floor, twirling in the universal "turn around" gesture.
I was blushing furiously. Nadine knew, of course, all about what was happening to me, to us, to my body. But this was the first time I had been out of the house in my, well, my "Ronni clothes."
But I turned, slowly. I swear I could feel both of the women's eyes on me.
When I finished my turn she crooked her finger, the universal "come here" gesture. As she ran her hands over me I flashed an image of some movie I had seen once about the slave trade. The potential owner and the overseer had run their hands over a very fetching slave in just this way. I shivered as her hands ran up my arms and then slowly down my ribs to my waist and then my hips. She turned me with her hands and then cupped my ass before reaching around to cup my little titties.
"What do you have her on?" she asked and my knees got weak at the feminine pronoun.
"My Ortho-Novum 1/50 pill, and two of the Domperidone 10mg pills every morning," Nadine said and I realized that being talked about like I wasn't standing right there was getting to me too.
Heidi nodded her head, knowingly.
"Estrogen, progesterone, and prolactin, good choices," she said and then reached out to cup my titties again. "Do you have her pumping too?"
"Yes," Nadine said, "and she said she tasted the first drop of her milk this morning."
Heidi smiled at that and then brushed a stray hair away from my face.
"And you, Ronni," she asked, "Are you a happy gurl?"
"I am," I said without hesitation, and saying it I realized it was true.
"Okay, Honey," she said, stroking my cheek in a familiar way, "You look around and see what you think you'd like. Nadine and I need to chat a bit."
She patted me on the ass and gave me a very light shove.
So I started wandering around the store and quickly realized this wasn't a place for some weird drag queen to get his outfit. It was a very specific store designed to make a gurl look her best for her wife or, I suppose, any significant other. And I felt that stirring again, not a man's erection, but a pressure deep in my belly and that awful, wonderful tightening of my nipples.
There were silky underthings that I enjoyed brushing my fingers over. There were blouses of a dozen different kinds of material, with pants or skirts to match or contrast. There was a silky harem girl outfit that I brushed my hands across several times and thought would look particularly fetching on me. There were corsets and teddys, garter belts and nylons, and shoes, God, the shoes, rack after rack of shoes.
I brushed my fingers across the compacts and lipsticks and mascara and soft makeup brushes.
My breath caught as I got to the back of the store where the euphemistically labeled "Aids" section was. There were clamps and collars, probes in a great variety, and one section under a sign "Urethral Play" left me holding the counter for support as I looked at a variety of devices obviously designed to, well, modify my clitoris. As I brushed my fingers across them my nipples got so hard they hurt and there was that fullness deep in my belly again. I squirmed.
I jumped and yelled when a hand touched my arm.
Heidi's laugh was high-pitched and girlish, incongruous with her mature face and big body.
"Come along, Sweetcheeks," she said, her hand on the small of my back in that way men often squire a woman around, demonstrating their claim.
She walked me through a door with the standard
Employees Only
sign and then down a hall past two doors before opening the third.
The room was, basically, an examining room that could have been transported straight from an OB-GYN's office. I recognized it from the times I had joined Nadine for her checkups when she was pregnant with the girls. There were cabinets and a sink, the obligatory rack of Nitrile examination gloves since latex allergies seemed to be everywhere.
And, of course, there was the exam chair with its stirrups swung to the side for now.
Nadine was sitting in one of the chairs, waiting, her smile kind of scary.
"Okay, Sweety," Heidi said, patting my ass lightly, "Pants off and up in the chair."
And there it was again, that sensation deep in my belly and my titties as my nipples tightened.
They both watched as I unbuttoned and unzipped and then pushed the ridiculously tight Daisy Dukes down and off. I felt more naked right then, standing naked from the waist down but still wearing the blouse than I would have if I was completely nude.
"Go on, Cutey," she said "Up in the chair." I looked at Nadine again and she was grinning. When our eyes met she nodded.
So I took a deep breath and used the step built into the chair and crawled up and turned around, The leather, or probably vinyl, was cold on my ass and the backs of my legs.
She swung the stirrups in place and gently laid my heels in them. Then she started using the foot pump and the lower part of the chair back started slowly pushing me forward until my ass was at the edge of the seat. She swung the stirrups to the sides, leaving me in that terribly exposed position every woman knows but I had never before experienced.
My nipples were so damn hard I could have cut glass with them.
Heidi rolled over on her stool and then grabbed a second one from under the other exam table and said, "Come on, Nadine, you need to see what we're doing."
Nadine stood, moved to the side of the chair and patted me on the head, said, "It's going to be okay, gurl," and then joined Heidi between my legs.
"The hormones have done a good job," Heidi said, "Or was he always this small?"
"No," Nadine said, "He was never particularly big but this is new in the past couple of years."
"Okay," Heidi said, "Men are very protective down here," and she patted my balls gently, "but there are things I've been experimenting with that can pretty much take care of that."
I watched as she pulled a little table over and opened the wooden box on it.
"This is all experimental," she said, "But I'm having very good luck with it."