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Chapter 1 - Dress to impress
Your latest girlfriend, Karen is very kinky and she introduces you to all manner of strange people. You on the other hand are rather naive and innocent. You found one handsome guy, James strangely attractive. He has long muscular legs, a washboard stomach, dark skin, blond hair and an impeccable speaking voice. Having met many of Karen's friends James seems on the face of it quite normal. You're surprised and rather flattered when out of the blue he rings you after work. He invites you for a drink that evening and strangely drawn to him - you accept.
He's already drinking a pint when you walk in. He looks utterly adorable and inexplicably he sets your teenage heart a flutter. You join him by the bar, he offers you a stool and you're surprised to find he's already ordered you a sweet white wine. You don't want to offend so you except it. You get on well. You learn that his friends are on a stag night. Obviously lonely he suggests you come back for coffee to watch a late night game. Your intuition says no but you agree. You don't even like football.
His house is generaly a mess and sadly lacks a womens eye for neatness. In the lounge he points to an armchair while he pours you another wine. 'Please, take a seat,' he says.
You would but it's full of neatly ironed clothes. You stoop to move them. They belong to a woman. You assume it's his girlfriend. You linger momentarily your fingers caressing the sheer semi-translucent blouse and soft red leather skirt. Something strange happens and you feel unnecessarily awkward. James watches you intently. You carefully gather the pile in your arms and uncover a tiny lace g-string, delicate matching bra, black fishnet stockings and towering black high heels. Your face flushes with embarrassment.
'What's up?' James asks sensing your unease.
'N...N...Nothing,' you stammer realising how stupid you must look.
'The clothes won't bite!'
'Suppose not,' you gulp awkwardly. I didn't realise you shared with your girlfriend.'
'I don't.'
You cringe wishing you hadn't asked.
'I got them for you. I thought you might appreciate them.'
'What?' you say.' You're confused.
He fulya escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/istanbul/fulya-escort/) scowls. 'Look I've no time for games. I'm a good judge of people. If I'm wrong simply tell me to fuck off.'
'But... but... I don't understand,' you stammer.
James grinds his teeth with irritation. 'Men get off on fantasies. We're suckers for a stunning woman: big tits, tight arse and long legs. Why am I telling you this, when you know it already? Because the vital element in my fantasy is that the dream is incomplete if the pretty thing in a skirt isn't a sissy man.' He pauses for effect but you're shell shocked. 'I assume you don't get much chance and I thought you'd like the opportunity to experiment.' he smirks. 'What do you wear at home? Huh! Answer me that? Tight-ass hipster jeans and spiky heels or a body-hugging halterneck?' He grabs your bum, you shiver with uncertainty. 'Tell Daddy the truth. I bet you can wiggle you're cute arse in a sexy mini-dress.'
You're agog. He wants YOU to dress in the pretty feminine things you're holding. Confused, you want to throw the clothes on the floor. You know you should tell him to fuck off and walk away but, but... It's not that simple. The blouse is so pretty and the sexy leather skirt smells so enticing and... You shudder at the thought - there's something about James that you find very attractive. You're not gay but the clothes and his suggestive behaviour throws you off balance.
As you ponder your predicament the lacy bra flutters to the floor. You stoop quickly to pick it up. As you straighten, his strong arms wrap around you like the tentacles of an octopus. They guide you towards the bathroom.
'I'm just not sure if you'd like to be a sexy vamp in a tight mini or a coy librarian in a long pencil skirt. But we will see.'
You try and look deviant. 'What do you think you can do, dress me up like a Barbie doll?'
His eyes take on a piggy gleam, he grins like a schoolboy and gives you no choice to refuse as he bustles you through the hallway and up the stairs.
'Take as long as you like, Honey. I bet these clothes will really suit you,' he shouts through the bathroom door. 'You'll see bomonti escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/istanbul/bomonti-escort/) everything you need in front of you. I'll be waiting downstairs.' Then silence.
You're in shock, numb, speechless. You lock the door, relieved to be alone. You look over the feminine clothes again and a strange sense of déjà-vu sweeps over you. Why? You've never wore a skirt before yet the idea, as strange as it may seem, does hold immense appeal. You press the tiny mini up against your unusually wide hips and bite your full pouting lip. What harm could possibly come from wearing the sexy clothes just this once? They look your size. Other than James, who would know? Then it happens - Your normally dormant cock stiffens and you involuntarily massage it as you gaze at the mini imagining your slender legs in it... but you stop as guilt washes over you. You know its wrong, but you can't resist the opportunity.
With trembling fingers you touch the lacy bra and your chest tightens. You struggle to breath. Your little cock quivers again and begins to throb causing your pulse to quicken. There's no mistaking. You're sourly tempted. Compelled by some mystic force you want more. You feel the sheer fishnets between your quivering fingers they look as if they've been worn before and your little cock spasms even more enthusiastically. This seems so familiar you're scared. You scour your mind for any distant memory but it's a desert. What shall you do?
Minutes later a decisions made - The g-string cuts you in two; the suspender belt hangs uncomfortably from your waist and the skirts so short your lace stocking tops show with the slightest of movement. The bras padded, tight and constricting, while the see-through blouse shows it's every lace detail. The high heels are snug but you're in love with them as you tower precariously swinging you hips this way and that. Your cocks solid as a rock and you feel hot and sexy.
There's some make-up on a shelf so with out hesitation you hastily apply lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow. Then you spot the wig. It's gorgeous. You can't resist stretching it over your head and soon you have a halo of shimmering blonde curls. You spray some feminine kurtuluş escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/istanbul/kurtulus-escort/) perfume on your wrists and cheekily, under your skirt. Your heart beats faster as you check yourself in the mirror for the final time. Your legs look long and willowy, your waist tiny, you've an hour glass figure. You don't even recognise yourself. You're delighted with the reflection that shines back. You look like a convincing young, beautiful girl. You're in heaven. Legs together you spin lightly in your heels and revel in every sensation as a cool draft wafts up your tight leather mini skirt. Hmm! it feels so much better than you imagined.
Your shy, your stomach is light with dancing butterflies and after a few deep breaths you step cautiously onto the landing. No one is about. You consider James could be playing a cruel game on you and once downstairs he will laugh and mock you for dressing up. But he wasn't drunk and it didn't seem in his nature. Karen and James always consider you unadventurous when it came to sex games. You shake you head to dismiss the thought. The idea too unpleasant to consider.
It's deathly quite as you step majestically down the stairs, one heeled toe at a time, careful not to trip or show acres of creamy white flesh. Click, click your heels tap on the wooden stairs. Whoosh! your fishnets rasp as your legs brush together and squeak, the red leather sounds like a mouse announcing your arrival.
Once downstairs you pause for a few seconds, your hands trembling over the door handle. You're bemused. Why had you let James dress you? What was his intention? Why did you feel so undeniably sexy? You're minds a whirl with so many questions. What you do appreciate is the gorgeous new feelings sweeping unchecked through your body. Mmm! You want to cum so much you cabarely contain yourself. You glance down at your feminine form and hope James won't notice your hot little cock swelling under your neat skirt. Besides why should you care? Does it matter. Cock or not you feel like a sexy, radiant beauty, with breasts made plump and delicious by clever use of bra and padding, your pert bottom encased in the most sensual of fabrics looks larger and well rounded, the whole ensemble teetering on a pair of killer heels. You're perfection. You're a goddess. He won't know what's hit him!
Is it a hoax? What does James plan to do with you? Do you tell him how much you like dressing as his girl or does he tear your clothes off with his teeth and fuck you senseless? Hmm! - To be continued.
Chapter 1 - Dress to impress
Your latest girlfriend, Karen is very kinky and she introduces you to all manner of strange people. You on the other hand are rather naive and innocent. You found one handsome guy, James strangely attractive. He has long muscular legs, a washboard stomach, dark skin, blond hair and an impeccable speaking voice. Having met many of Karen's friends James seems on the face of it quite normal. You're surprised and rather flattered when out of the blue he rings you after work. He invites you for a drink that evening and strangely drawn to him - you accept.
He's already drinking a pint when you walk in. He looks utterly adorable and inexplicably he sets your teenage heart a flutter. You join him by the bar, he offers you a stool and you're surprised to find he's already ordered you a sweet white wine. You don't want to offend so you except it. You get on well. You learn that his friends are on a stag night. Obviously lonely he suggests you come back for coffee to watch a late night game. Your intuition says no but you agree. You don't even like football.
His house is generaly a mess and sadly lacks a womens eye for neatness. In the lounge he points to an armchair while he pours you another wine. 'Please, take a seat,' he says.
You would but it's full of neatly ironed clothes. You stoop to move them. They belong to a woman. You assume it's his girlfriend. You linger momentarily your fingers caressing the sheer semi-translucent blouse and soft red leather skirt. Something strange happens and you feel unnecessarily awkward. James watches you intently. You carefully gather the pile in your arms and uncover a tiny lace g-string, delicate matching bra, black fishnet stockings and towering black high heels. Your face flushes with embarrassment.
'What's up?' James asks sensing your unease.
'N...N...Nothing,' you stammer realising how stupid you must look.
'The clothes won't bite!'
'Suppose not,' you gulp awkwardly. I didn't realise you shared with your girlfriend.'
'I don't.'
You cringe wishing you hadn't asked.
'I got them for you. I thought you might appreciate them.'
'What?' you say.' You're confused.
He fulya escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/istanbul/fulya-escort/) scowls. 'Look I've no time for games. I'm a good judge of people. If I'm wrong simply tell me to fuck off.'
'But... but... I don't understand,' you stammer.
James grinds his teeth with irritation. 'Men get off on fantasies. We're suckers for a stunning woman: big tits, tight arse and long legs. Why am I telling you this, when you know it already? Because the vital element in my fantasy is that the dream is incomplete if the pretty thing in a skirt isn't a sissy man.' He pauses for effect but you're shell shocked. 'I assume you don't get much chance and I thought you'd like the opportunity to experiment.' he smirks. 'What do you wear at home? Huh! Answer me that? Tight-ass hipster jeans and spiky heels or a body-hugging halterneck?' He grabs your bum, you shiver with uncertainty. 'Tell Daddy the truth. I bet you can wiggle you're cute arse in a sexy mini-dress.'
You're agog. He wants YOU to dress in the pretty feminine things you're holding. Confused, you want to throw the clothes on the floor. You know you should tell him to fuck off and walk away but, but... It's not that simple. The blouse is so pretty and the sexy leather skirt smells so enticing and... You shudder at the thought - there's something about James that you find very attractive. You're not gay but the clothes and his suggestive behaviour throws you off balance.
As you ponder your predicament the lacy bra flutters to the floor. You stoop quickly to pick it up. As you straighten, his strong arms wrap around you like the tentacles of an octopus. They guide you towards the bathroom.
'I'm just not sure if you'd like to be a sexy vamp in a tight mini or a coy librarian in a long pencil skirt. But we will see.'
You try and look deviant. 'What do you think you can do, dress me up like a Barbie doll?'
His eyes take on a piggy gleam, he grins like a schoolboy and gives you no choice to refuse as he bustles you through the hallway and up the stairs.
'Take as long as you like, Honey. I bet these clothes will really suit you,' he shouts through the bathroom door. 'You'll see bomonti escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/istanbul/bomonti-escort/) everything you need in front of you. I'll be waiting downstairs.' Then silence.
You're in shock, numb, speechless. You lock the door, relieved to be alone. You look over the feminine clothes again and a strange sense of déjà-vu sweeps over you. Why? You've never wore a skirt before yet the idea, as strange as it may seem, does hold immense appeal. You press the tiny mini up against your unusually wide hips and bite your full pouting lip. What harm could possibly come from wearing the sexy clothes just this once? They look your size. Other than James, who would know? Then it happens - Your normally dormant cock stiffens and you involuntarily massage it as you gaze at the mini imagining your slender legs in it... but you stop as guilt washes over you. You know its wrong, but you can't resist the opportunity.
With trembling fingers you touch the lacy bra and your chest tightens. You struggle to breath. Your little cock quivers again and begins to throb causing your pulse to quicken. There's no mistaking. You're sourly tempted. Compelled by some mystic force you want more. You feel the sheer fishnets between your quivering fingers they look as if they've been worn before and your little cock spasms even more enthusiastically. This seems so familiar you're scared. You scour your mind for any distant memory but it's a desert. What shall you do?
Minutes later a decisions made - The g-string cuts you in two; the suspender belt hangs uncomfortably from your waist and the skirts so short your lace stocking tops show with the slightest of movement. The bras padded, tight and constricting, while the see-through blouse shows it's every lace detail. The high heels are snug but you're in love with them as you tower precariously swinging you hips this way and that. Your cocks solid as a rock and you feel hot and sexy.
There's some make-up on a shelf so with out hesitation you hastily apply lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow. Then you spot the wig. It's gorgeous. You can't resist stretching it over your head and soon you have a halo of shimmering blonde curls. You spray some feminine kurtuluş escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/istanbul/kurtulus-escort/) perfume on your wrists and cheekily, under your skirt. Your heart beats faster as you check yourself in the mirror for the final time. Your legs look long and willowy, your waist tiny, you've an hour glass figure. You don't even recognise yourself. You're delighted with the reflection that shines back. You look like a convincing young, beautiful girl. You're in heaven. Legs together you spin lightly in your heels and revel in every sensation as a cool draft wafts up your tight leather mini skirt. Hmm! it feels so much better than you imagined.
Your shy, your stomach is light with dancing butterflies and after a few deep breaths you step cautiously onto the landing. No one is about. You consider James could be playing a cruel game on you and once downstairs he will laugh and mock you for dressing up. But he wasn't drunk and it didn't seem in his nature. Karen and James always consider you unadventurous when it came to sex games. You shake you head to dismiss the thought. The idea too unpleasant to consider.
It's deathly quite as you step majestically down the stairs, one heeled toe at a time, careful not to trip or show acres of creamy white flesh. Click, click your heels tap on the wooden stairs. Whoosh! your fishnets rasp as your legs brush together and squeak, the red leather sounds like a mouse announcing your arrival.
Once downstairs you pause for a few seconds, your hands trembling over the door handle. You're bemused. Why had you let James dress you? What was his intention? Why did you feel so undeniably sexy? You're minds a whirl with so many questions. What you do appreciate is the gorgeous new feelings sweeping unchecked through your body. Mmm! You want to cum so much you cabarely contain yourself. You glance down at your feminine form and hope James won't notice your hot little cock swelling under your neat skirt. Besides why should you care? Does it matter. Cock or not you feel like a sexy, radiant beauty, with breasts made plump and delicious by clever use of bra and padding, your pert bottom encased in the most sensual of fabrics looks larger and well rounded, the whole ensemble teetering on a pair of killer heels. You're perfection. You're a goddess. He won't know what's hit him!
Is it a hoax? What does James plan to do with you? Do you tell him how much you like dressing as his girl or does he tear your clothes off with his teeth and fuck you senseless? Hmm! - To be continued.