I wrote this and posted it on the "what are you fantasizing about?" thread but it wasn't well received so I'm posting it here for people who might be interested in reading longer posts. Please let me know your thoughts. I have been thinking a lot about a recurring fantasy of mine. My fantasy life and my real life are pretty much the same. I fantasize a lot about getting dressed up because I enjoy it so much. I love the feeling of being freshly shaved all over and the process of picking out which panties to wear. That leads to deciding which outfit I want to wear which of course leaves me in a dilemma about which wig to wear. Now that can take some time because I really, really like clothes and shoes. I get very excited as I slide those thigh high nylons up my freshly shaved and nicely lotioned legs and button them in place. Then I put on my make-up and jewelry and I'm set. The first step out the door is always a rush as I take those first few girly steps in my 5" heels. It takes a few before I find my rhythm and begin to feel normal. Once I'm behind the wheel I alway check myself in the mirror and seeing that beautiful lady looking back at me always makes me smile. I slide my key into the ignition and catch a glimpse of my shiny nails in my peep toe slingbacks as I put my foot on the brake. I always feel a little stir in my panties when this happens and I love it. I start to get a little short of breath as I'm driving down the interstate at mid-day on the way to the mall. I wonder where all of the people are going as I pass them. The ladies are so friendly but the guys are just lewd. They wave and wink as though that will somehow win my favor. When I arrive at the mall I casually make my way in, taking my time and enjoying every nuance. I love it when a gentleman opens the door for me, especially if he's young and handsome. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to lay him back and pleasure his cock. How powerful it must feel to have a guy unable to speak and willing to do anything you ask. I usually stop in the food court for a drink first and take a seat at a sidewalk table so I can do a little people watching. Then I make my way through the mall stopping in the little boutique stores just to add some time to my indulgent fantasy afternoon because it always seems to end too soon. My favorite thing is to try on shoes, the sexier the better. I'm lucky because with my size nine feet no one ever looks at me twice when I ask them to bring me shoes. I take a seat and when the clerk returns with my shoes I take them from the box knowing that I can not hide my jubilation. The sales lady sensing my excitement remarks about how lovely they are and offers to assist me in putting them on, to which I always say yes, thank you. When she kneels before me and takes my foot in her hand, I allow my legs to part ever so slightly, making sure not to be overt so I can appear to be unaware of what I am doing. I have found that if a lady finds me attractive she notices and if she doesn't...well no harm no foul. If I can catch her stealing a look up my skirt I will give her an ever so polite grin and see what happens next. Most of the time they just turn red and excuse themselves. I make my way to the women's department in Macy's and look for the skirts and dresses where I find an absolutely perfect pencil skirt. The seams are exquisite and the gray tweed gives it a very high dollar appeal but it's the silk lining that catches my eye. I pick out my size and retire to the fitting rooms where I meet the most beautiful mature women I've ever seen. She shows me to a room and shuts the door as she leaves. I remove my sun dress and slip into the skirt. It takes me no time to know that this skirt will be going home with me. The feeling of the silk as it slithered across my nylon clad thigh was more than my little thingy could stand. It was then that the lady in the next booth over calls for help. Of course, I think nothing of it until my door opens and there she stands, her eyes fixed on my bulging panties. For what seems an eternity I am frozen with my dress pulled up just below my crotch, almost as if I were trying to frame it up for her. Then she looks up at me and with a very pleasant smile says to me "sweety, I will check back in on you in just a moment. Don't go away, I have something else I think you will like." with that she left and went to help the girl next door. That is the end of part one of my mostly true story. I will write the rest of it in a day or two. Please leave me a comment so I will know if you want to hear the rest of this or not.