=Home Depot sissie=

Daddy gave me a break and said I didn't have to wear my porno plaid micro-mini schoolgirl skirt and flash my Hello Kitty panties. Instead I can wear something more appropriate. But not too appropriate, he warned. The original plan was to go to Home Depot early in the morning when all the contractors are there. But we woke up too late and now it's after lunch and mostly it's just homeowners and retired do-it-yourselfers and maybe a few contractors and whoever else goes to Home Depot. We're there to pick up a window shade. Daddy doesn't even make me do any needless bending over. I just get to walk around following him mindlessly (the muscle relaxant I took an hour earlier helps) sucking on a bubblegum-flavored lollipop. I don't make eye-contact with anyone. I feel pretty exposed and slutty and embarrassed because in spite of the apparent exhibitionist tendencies I display on this blog where I'm always putting up pictures of myself in various degrees of intimate exposure, I'm really a painfully shy and socially retarded kind of person.

There was a Target next door and we stopped there, too. There were a lot of women in Target and I could sense their silent ridicule at the way I was dressed. I mean pink fishnet stockings to go to Target?! What could I say except that "Daddy made me do it" and I'll bet that wouldn't have been a good enough excuse either. Daddy said I earned a reward and bought me a pair of denim shorts with girly appliqués on the pockets. I might wear them tomorrow when we go bike riding on the boardwalk with his friend.

I know Daddy will tease me about what a little faggot slut I looked like today when later on he makes me suck his cock. But first he'll make me admit that it turned me on to dress like this and tell him why I did and I'll say it's because Daddy told me to and I always do what Daddy tells me to do. And he'll ask me what's the other reason. And I'll say because I'm a little sissywhore, Daddy. He'll be asking me these questions while I'm licking his balls and he'll pull my head up by the pony tail to get my answers, which I'll have to give him in my most baby-girly, lispy, sissyish voice.

I can't wait.