You were standing in your local department store in the makeup section, looking for foundation. Not too sure what you were doing, and must have looked a little lost as one of the sales girls came up quietly behind you. She was a delightfully pretty teenage girl in her livery; navy blue uniform, crisp white blouse with a name tag, tight navy skirt showing off her perfect ass, black seamed stockings and 5″ black heels with ankle straps. She stands taller than you, around 6′, and looked young, sweet and innocent, although with maybe just a hint of mischief in her eyes.
As I continued to discreetly record you, I saw her select some items from the counters before saying “Oh I know, we have a lovely starter kit here, they are just new in our Pink Princess range. You’d like to be a pink princess wouldn’t you Sissy? I think I’ll call you Sissy from now on; you look like a frilly, pretty, lacy girly Sissy. And I can see by your crotch that you think so too.”