Pati - THE BIRTH OF A SLUT

I'm going with you and your friends to a large clothing store. I'm here as a boy, but we're going to the women's section. Full of beautiful dresses, panties... I can't take my eyes off it. She would like to have it all.
We walk among the hangers and you and your friends choose clothes and underwear... You look at me, examining me with your eyes and whisper: Yes, it will fit, it's cool, but we'll see...
You take me to the dressing room and tell me to undress. You tell me to wait.
I take off my pants and shirt and stand in my underwear in front of the mirror. A woman's hand appears - yours or a friend's - and I see that it is a hanger with underwear - lace panties and a bra. I hear: put it on, take off those stupid man panties. They don't suit you.
I pick up the girls' underwear and take off my panties. I put on wonderful, lace panties and immediately feel better. But I still feel nervous - I'm in a public place...
In a moment, the curtain opens slightly and hands with dresses appear. Oh they're beautiful, I know I can't afford them all, but it will be wonderful to try them on. I put on the first dress, pull on the straps, adjust the fabric on my body and then you and your friend come in. You reach into your bags and take out your makeup kit. I don't want to... I can't... It's a changing room...
But Pati, you say - we have to see the girl in this dress, which you are after all. Because you're a girl, right? Do you want to be her?
I nod yes, but tears come to my eyes, I feel ashamed.
Pati, your friend says - quick make-up and that's it - you're pretty, so we'll do it quickly - you don't need much. You'll see soon. And I want to see you in this dress, as a girl.
I close my eyes, sit on the stool and feel how you paint me. I don't think about what will happen when I leave the dressing room, when you wash it off before leaving. Don't think, I say to myself and turn my face upwards.
- Oh! Already! - I hear you.
- Look in the mirror, girl!
I open my eyes and see a stressed girl in a beautiful dress sitting in the dressing room. Long, black eyelashes, pink lips, crimson cheeks... I don't want to think what will happen when I come out again as a boy. I don't know what will happen, but I really, really want to try on all those dresses, skirts and pretty lingerie.