Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 8

Then we went lunch at a small coffee shop and as I eat my grilled cheese sandwich I thought about how no one seemed to notice that I was different. Young workers where we went called me ma'am but the older staff workers always called me miss. I liked the way men stared as they walked past me while some women seemed to look scornfully at me, probally because of the way I was dressed.

The last stop we made before we went home was really a surprise for me as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult sex shop. I had seen and heard about it but never imagined that I'd ever go into it. Daddy opened and held the door for me and the woman behind the counter looked up at me and shook her coming around the counter towards us.

"I'm sorry," she started with a stern face," "you have to eighteen to come in here. Unless you have ID proving you are you'll have to leave."

"I assure you miss," daddy stated, "she' is old enough."

"Sorry!" was her simple reply as she held out her hand.

"Is a birth certificate good enough?" I asked.

She shook her head yes as I opened my handbag and turned my back to her so she wouldn't see the billfold I'd received a few years ago as a present. I handed the bag to daddy as I drew it out and turned realizing that that as soon as she looked at it she would know I wasn't a real girl. Nervously with a shaking hand offered her the card but she just glanced back in forth between me and the card before she smiled handing it back.

"I hope you enjoy your visit," she said in a softer welcoming voice, "I'm Nancy and if you need any help with anything feel free to give me a shout.

"Thank you Nancy," daddy replied, "we're interested in costumes."

"Those would be to the right, near the back sir." She said still smiling at me then winked, "let me know if there's something you'd like to try on."

Daddy handed back my bag and chuckled as I blushed and shaking with nervousness I put everything back inside.