*CH7. The Girls Day
I emailed work that I had a family emergency and was at her door 9:56 with coffee and croissants from the corner. Vanessa was in jeans and a t-shirt and looked relaxed. We sat and ate at the same little table from the night before. She asked how my balls were and I said they were better. "Good." she said. "I have a big day planned, and don't wanna hear shit from you. Every time you complain, or ask a question, I'm gonna make what happens later a little bit worse." I was scared to ask what that meant.
Our first stop was at the mall to get pierced. For my ears she chose little pink hearts, and in my belly button a pink barbell, remarking loudly how they would "go so well with your cage." Then we hit at least 7 different women's clothing stores, and must have bought 30 outfits. In each store Vanessa would call over someone to help, and explain that I was going through a "big change" and needed a whole new wardrobe. Then they would ask me what I liked, and hold garments up against my body. Dresses, Skirts, Teddys, Booty shorts, Yoga pants, Bras, Lingerie, it never stopped.
In each store Vanessa made sure the attendants saw my cage, but Nordstroms was the worst. She had me standing in front of two cute young female employees in a blue bikini. "She just doesn't have any use for it," Vanessa explained to the women, and then pulled down the fabric to give them a glimpse of the pink plastic. "She's thinking of having it.." she lowered her voice. "removed." The girls giggled.