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  1. i’d want my boy to feel safe and cared for all the time, but he’s so timid and easy to embarrass, it’s hard for me to resist. there are especially a few things that he would do for me, though his cheeks might be flushed pink and warm the entire time. i’d take him shopping and pull him into a change room, with only a white button up shirt and a few little pleated skirts. he might be nervous, i’d love to hear his breath hitch because he now knows what i want from him. poor boy, he’d only worn a few girlish ensembles at home. by all means, my wonderful boy deserves to be shown off and the dash of worry in his eyes only means extra excitement for me. i’d tell him to stay put while i paid for his outfit, leaving him to wonder about my plans. walking out of the store, though, he’d feel heat on his back from the strangers staring. after all, they’d seen a guy wearing jeans walk in and someone’s good, feminine boy walking out.
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  3. on the sidewalk, his pace is quick and his head is down. it’s a little windy and a few too many strangers have seen his underwear. i’d tug on the buckle of his unassuming collar, forcing him to take a stumbling step backwards. “it’s about time you get some new panties,” i’d tell him, slipping a hand under his skirt and giving his ass a gentle squeeze.
  4. once he’d picked out a pair, i’d urge him to the counter. despite his nerves, he would oblige me, because the opinions’ of strangers certainly shouldn’t matter less than one’s dominant. and, he’s a very well-behaved boy, isn’t he?
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  6. assuming my boy isn’t squirming in discomfort and begging to leave, at least not too badly, i would bring him to the restaurant with the darkest booths. i’d usher him into the most secluded booth with my palm pressed against the nape of his neck. while the waitress poured our water, my hands would be reaching under his skirt, rubbing his cock through the brand new panties. “you don’t want me to stop, do you?” i’d whisper, pressing my thumb against against his head. and even if he didn’t, i’d make my very good boy wait until we returned home.
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