Afternoon Tea on the Lawn

I followed her round like a terrified lamb for an hour before they thought I was knowledgeable enough to cope on my own. It was all terribly scary. My first few customers where a bit tricky. Not that I found working as a girl difficult - to the contra I wore my new pretty dress with tremendous confidence and found everything second nature, voice, pose, mannerisms. My problem being - I didn't know where the stock was, which sizes we had in what colour and the designer names where all relatively new to me. I did however discover I had an uncanny ability to choose the right outfit that showed off any girl's assets and could mix and match colours like an artist. As I picked up momentum and confidence Kate and Lucy helped me out more reluctantly. This I assumed this was because we all earned commission and they now saw me as competition. I needn't have worried Trish watched me carefully giving me pointers and helpful tips throughout the morning. Had my tiny cock not enjoyed itself so much I would have forgotten I had one.

At the end of the morning Trish totted up my sales. I had sold a luxurious pair of multi-coloured patterned pumps by Marc Jacobs, a navy blue buttoned blazer with a pair of white skinny jeans and a stretchy red and white top all by Diesel, a brown leather shoulder bag by Paul Smith, a khaki dress by MK One, a pretty blue dress by Stella McCartney and a pair of Sunglasses, which I thought was odd since it was January. Trish was ecstatic. I had sold more than both Lucy and Kate together. This didn't please my new friends but I told them it was beginners luck. What pleased me the most was the look of relief on Trish's face. She seemed relieved that her gamble, and it was a big risk, in me was paying off. Think about it - She had a lot to lose. Debut the shop with its four branches had some considerable reputation and employing a sissy crossdresser potentially could ruin everything.

I took a short break for lunch during which Kate kindly walked me round the town.