'Excuse me ma'am, but these panties will be for my girlfriend. I have no idea what you are talking about.' I was trying to sound convincing, but I knew my tone was near to whining.

'Funny.' She said, pausing for effect 'It must have been my mistake.' She flashed me a grin that told me she did this to all her cross-dressing customers.

'Should I help you pick something out then? May I assume your girlfriend is the same size as you are?' She was laughing, she knew she had me. I was so ashamed. This is exactly a cross-dresser's, biggest nightmare, and at the same time, biggest fantasy - to be caught by a sexy dominant sales-girl in the act of buying girly panties. To be found out. She grabbed me by the pinky and led me over to a table covered with lacy g-strings in all sorts of colors and patterns, located directly in front of the open door to the mall. She stood me at the table facing out towards to door, so that anyone walking by in the mall could see me.