Gemsissy
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As a sissy, I'm obsessed with the female form and wishing I could be as feminine as possible sexually. Sometimes these desires roam to fantasies of actually being transformed into a beautiful woman, free to perform sexually as her for a night or a lifetime.
I thought of this again when the following image came across my inbox thanks to the crazy sexy online store bettiepagelingerie.com
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1463/0422/products/MG_4914smallcrop_fd0c40a9-8243-42f9-bcda-be940d89680d_1024x1024.jpg?v=1497275874
Makes me imagine that I am anonymously gifted a set of red lingerie. Naturally I rush home to some privacy to try it on. As I clip on the beautiful bra, I feel dizzy. When my head clears I'm sitting on the edge of my bed looking down at full breasts weighing heavily in the bra. I figure I'm hallucinating for some reason but my throbbing cock won't let me stop.
There is a wig in the bag which I awkwardly put on my head (not being practiced with wigs) and again, the dizziness overcomes me. When I wake, I sit up and reach up to the wig finding only hair, my own hair but it is long, luscious, gentle to my fingers and brushing my shoulders. I run to the vanity mirror and see it is pure blonde and those breasts are still there.
More hesitantly, I slip the full-fashioned stockings up my legs and this time I stay away as my skin is smoothed and shaped, all my ugly hair vanishing. I'm trembling now but fascinated. How far would this go? The towering high heels? I feel my body shiver again and again. When it calms down, I have curves most women would kill for.
I have to sit on the edge of the bed. What is going on?!? What would happen if I took off the bra? How could I take off a wig that isn't a wig any more? I looked down, grinning to look past my breasts to see my throbbing, dripping cock. Would I lose it?
There were two items left: sheer panties and a red matching garter belt. My stomach was wobbly and my breathing fast as I touched the items. I could tell that the panties needed to go on first to fit properly. I looked around the room and then at myself in a full length mirror.
I was a knockout. I could go to any club and pick up any guy, hell any girl I wanted to fuck all night. But did I want that? Did I want to lose my cock?
Grinning into my image in the mirror, I said out loud, "Hell yeah." I pulled the panties up my body over the stockings. As soon as they slid into place, I could feel how perfectly they fit. I didn't get dizzy this time and I reached my hand down and gasped as I felt the flat front of my panties and then the lips underneath. It took me no time to put on the beautiful garter belt and hook up my stockings.
I had no idea what I would tell my wife, but I grabbed her favorite black fuck-me dress and purse and headed out. I didn't know if this lingerie magic would last forever or an hour but I was going to experience everything I craved as fast as possible!
I thought of this again when the following image came across my inbox thanks to the crazy sexy online store bettiepagelingerie.com
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1463/0422/products/MG_4914smallcrop_fd0c40a9-8243-42f9-bcda-be940d89680d_1024x1024.jpg?v=1497275874
Makes me imagine that I am anonymously gifted a set of red lingerie. Naturally I rush home to some privacy to try it on. As I clip on the beautiful bra, I feel dizzy. When my head clears I'm sitting on the edge of my bed looking down at full breasts weighing heavily in the bra. I figure I'm hallucinating for some reason but my throbbing cock won't let me stop.
There is a wig in the bag which I awkwardly put on my head (not being practiced with wigs) and again, the dizziness overcomes me. When I wake, I sit up and reach up to the wig finding only hair, my own hair but it is long, luscious, gentle to my fingers and brushing my shoulders. I run to the vanity mirror and see it is pure blonde and those breasts are still there.
More hesitantly, I slip the full-fashioned stockings up my legs and this time I stay away as my skin is smoothed and shaped, all my ugly hair vanishing. I'm trembling now but fascinated. How far would this go? The towering high heels? I feel my body shiver again and again. When it calms down, I have curves most women would kill for.
I have to sit on the edge of the bed. What is going on?!? What would happen if I took off the bra? How could I take off a wig that isn't a wig any more? I looked down, grinning to look past my breasts to see my throbbing, dripping cock. Would I lose it?
There were two items left: sheer panties and a red matching garter belt. My stomach was wobbly and my breathing fast as I touched the items. I could tell that the panties needed to go on first to fit properly. I looked around the room and then at myself in a full length mirror.
I was a knockout. I could go to any club and pick up any guy, hell any girl I wanted to fuck all night. But did I want that? Did I want to lose my cock?
Grinning into my image in the mirror, I said out loud, "Hell yeah." I pulled the panties up my body over the stockings. As soon as they slid into place, I could feel how perfectly they fit. I didn't get dizzy this time and I reached my hand down and gasped as I felt the flat front of my panties and then the lips underneath. It took me no time to put on the beautiful garter belt and hook up my stockings.
I had no idea what I would tell my wife, but I grabbed her favorite black fuck-me dress and purse and headed out. I didn't know if this lingerie magic would last forever or an hour but I was going to experience everything I craved as fast as possible!
