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MY FIRST TIME OUT - The Preparation (Part 1)
By Shayna
Shane, a 24 year old blue-eyed blonde-haired salesman
boarded the airplane in route to beautiful downtown Salt
Lake City, Utah. He had made the trip many times before and
always conducted his business in a timely fashion so he
could get back to his office making sure not to miss any
other business opportunities. But this time was different.
It wasn't going to be business at all, (even though he told
his boss it was). Shane had this weeklong tripped planned
for months in advance.
As the plane departed from his hometown, he knew he was
"free" and could finally be the person he had always
dreamed of... Shayna! The two hour flight gave Shane enough
time to go over his checklist. For months he searched the
web for the perfect outfits, lingerie, make-up, wigs,
manicure sets, jewelry, breast forms, and all the other
accessories necessary to go out dressed for the first time
EVER! Shane discreetly purchased these items on-line and
had them shipped to Salt Lake (where he had rented a lock
box for the last six months). He had been nervous about
being "passable" as a woman, so he went on a diet taking
his weight from 160 pounds to 129 pounds; a mere flesh and
bones. His 5'-8" and non-muscular but toned body was a sure
"pass", coupled with the online make-up lessons and
practice sessions he did at home after midnight, making
sure he wasn't interrupted.
These thoughts re-assured Shane's confidence, but he still
wouldn't be totally satisfied until he made sure he had
ordered the correct sizes of lingerie, skirts, blouses,
etc... but one thing was sure - his feet had not shrunk and
the three pair of size 10 ladies heels would fit! That
thought brought him laughter and out of his trance as the
airplane descended towards its destination.
As the plane landed, Shane's palms were sweaty and he was
filled with anxiety and couldn't wait to deplane. After
getting his luggage and renting a white Pontiac
convertible, Shane headed to the Marriott in downtown Salt
Lake City which would be his new home for the next seven
nights. It was a beautiful spring Friday afternoon, but he
knew spring in this town could be rather cool at night and
was happy he ordered the long leather jacket at the last
minute and hoped it arrived in his lock box on time.
As he arrived in his room, the bellman (with Mario on his
name tag) asked if he needed anything else. "No thank you
sir, but one question; this isn't just an ordinary room
that I usually get here, this is the 'Executive Suite'."
stammered Shane.
"I know, we have had many a party up in this Suite and the
manager said since the Suite wasn't reserved and you being
a good customer, he decided to give you this Suite for the
same price as a normal room," replied Mario.
"Well... if it's boring on the town tonite, I might just
start a party here," giggled Shane.
After Mario left, Shane quickly picked up the telephone and
called the lock box manager and ordered them to deliver the
packages to the Executive Suite at the Marriott Downtown.
Shane then dialed room service ordering one bottle of red
wine, one bottle of white wine, some beer in a bucket of
ice, and a pack of Virginia Slim 100's. Even though Shane
didn't smoke, he thought Shayna might either want to calm
her nerves or use it as a prop to facilitate her wanting
sophistication.
Shane sat back on the super king sized bed looking around
the beautiful suite viewing the leather couches, the bar
with granite counter tops, five different modes for the
glamorous light fixtures, and a tri-mirrored make-up table
with ample lighting. There were mirrors on the ceiling and
walls and the large round Jacuzzi/shower combination was
near the picture window that over looked the city.
Only minutes had gone by when room service knocked on the
door and a 20 year old dark-haired well built stud wheeled
the cart into the room and delivered the goods as ordered.
As Shane signed the check and tipped him, the young stud
said, "you expecting company tonight?"
Shane was shuddering inside, but cool on the outside and
politely responded with, "Ummmm maybe..." but really wanted
to say, 'Why don't you come up here about 10 o'clock and
see for yourself!'
Shane opened a cold beer to calm his nerves for the next,
but more exciting package. Only seconds later the lock box
deliveryman arrived with a cart full of boxes and packages.
After the deliveryman left, Shane guzzled his beer like it
was water and got to work unpacking his "real" clothing and
accessories. When finished, he was so happy that everything
had arrived in good shape, even the long leather coat that
he almost forgot to order. Shane yelped and squealed like
an excited little girl.
It was now three o'clock in the afternoon as Shane started
the shower that would initiate his transformation. Shane
shaved all his body parts carefully, but left a little
blonde patch above his 5" cock. Now it was time for a
Jacuzzi bubble bath with feminine fragrances and a nice
glass of wine in an expensive crystal glass. Shane felt
sooooo feminine as for the first time he felt his hairless
legs, chest, and underarms - he ran his foot up and down
the slippery legs, his hands rubbing his clean shaven, and
now soft chest; everything seemed so velvety. An hour in
the tub felt like heaven, but Shane knew he still had work
to do to complete his craving transformation.
He got out of the tub, filled his wine glass, wrapped one
huge towel around his clean shaven body and another towel
was tied up covering his head and short blonde hair. He
danced over to the dresser where he had previously laid out
his sexy lingerie in the order he planned to wear it (each
day a different set), and picked up the stretchy, lacey red
garter skirt with the attached G-string and garter straps.
As he pulled the G-string up his legs he felt a sensation
and had chills running up his spine - the touch of satin
and lace running up his long smooth legs was a turn on, and
by the time he wriggled the G-string over his ball sac, his
cock was at full attention. There was no way this cock
would fit into the G-string pouch, but then he remembered
unpacking the black padded gaff.
This special gaff was designed to show smoothness in the
front, and not revealing a bulge; also, it had special hip
and butt pads built into it with the special silicone-like
fabric that is used in breast enhancers, fabricating a
slight butt and hip jiggle as well as feminine curves.
After all, Shane was so skinny, he needed some hip and ass.
Next he unpacked the latest model silicone breast enhancers
with self-adhesive backing. Shane lay back on the bed and
looked into the ceiling mirror as he carefully positioned
his new breasts. It took only five minutes for the adhesive
to dry, but it seemed like he been there for hours. He felt
for his bra, but remembered he left it on the dresser in
the other room, and was afraid that his new breasts would
fall off from lack of support.
Shane walked gingerly as he held his new breasts with both
hands like it was a newborn baby. Each step made him more
confident, and as he walked past the make-up table, he
slowly took his hands away from his chest and watched his
'life-like' tits jiggle and bounce. This was the turning
point - Shane would now call himself Shayna... AND... her.
She hooked her new red satin Victoria Secret bra in the
front and slung it around so the cups were under her
breasts, then straps over the shoulders and the "gel" cup
bra fit tightly but added support on her new breasts.
Shayna knew she would be about a 34B, but the new "gel" bra
turned her into almost a C cup. It was a great choice for
the first night as the thicker bra would not let her fake
half inch long perky nipples protrude thru a tight top (as
she planned to wear).
Shayna's next decision was stockings... she couldn't decide
between two pair of white. Decisions, decisions (just like
a woman) should she attach the garters to stockings or wear
the "stay-up" pair. As she sipped on her glass of white
wine, she decided to unattach the garter straps from the
garter skirt and go with sheer white, back seamed stay-up
stockings with frilly and fluffy lace at the top. As she
seductively pulled each stocking up her smooth leg, the
same sensation hit her, but this time her girl-cock
couldn't swell or rise because the gaff was performing its
job and she could already feel her it secreting pre-cum
fluids making her satin G-string somewhat moist. She
gingerly adjusted the thicker white seam that ran up the
back of her legs making sure it was perfectly straight.
Shayna's next plan was to do her makeup sitting down in
front of the well-lit three-way mirror. She pulled out a
black headband and put it on her forehead then over her
head and down the back close to the nap of her neck. She
then gradually pulled the front of it up towards her
hairline little by little, each time stretching her scalp
back, tightening her forehead, and raising her eyebrows
thereby making her eyes bigger. It was tight and
uncomfortable, but she knew this was an important accessory
to beauty. She took off her bra and used blush on her chest
to blend the color of her skin and fake breasts.
Her clean shaven face was smooth, but decided to use beard
cover to preserve the smooth look in case she had a longer
evening than had been planned for her first night out.
Using a tweezers, Shayna plucked her eyebrows one by one
causing excruciating pain. Taking a break, she looked in
the mirror using her sexy higher pitched voice she had
practiced at home, "Shayna baby, even without makeup, you
are gorgeous, but lets get back to work to turn you into
that skinny little fuck-slut-whore you yearn to become!"
Shayna squealed with delight and repeated it over and over
again, each time holding some syllables longer creating a
sexy voice.
Then she repeated a few more times, "Shhhhhhaaaaayna, the
skinny little fuck-slut whooooooooooore - Shhhhhaaayna, the
fucK-sluT whorrrrrrrre, lets get back to worrrrrrrk."
And so she did, applying a little darker foundation than
her original skin color, powder with a brush taking off the
shine, and rose blush. Shayna picked up her new false
eyelashes that were pre-painted jet black in color, and
decided to trim them a little because on her first night
out, she didn't want to look like a Las Vegas showgirl.
After all, she had four more pair in her make-up bag.
After the glue dried her eyelashes enough, Shayna batted
her eyes in the mirror, then winked and said, "Seeeeeeeeexy
Shaaaaaaaayna!"
Extra jet-black liquid eyeliner was used to cover some of
the excess glue, but she professionally doctored her eyes
fantastically. She combed out her bottom lashes and applied
three coats of black mascara matching the top lashes, and
again liquid eyeliner on the bottom lid to a little farther
than the corner of the eye and then a little extra swoosh
up giving her a "whore-like" look. With steady hands, she
painted her brows thin dark brown positioning the thin
pencil a little higher up than her normal browline. Using a
combination of charcoal and lavender eye shadows, she
brushed her upper lids until they were filled in perfectly
and at the corner of each eye she flared the charcoal paint
upwards matching the flare in her eyeliner, and finally a
light sprinkling of gold glitter. The extra flare of
eyeliner and eye shadow almost made her bedroom eyes say,
'COME FUCK ME!' She was now getting very hot under the
lights and didn't want any melting or running of her
makeup, so Shayna had to get away for a minute, but before
she got up, she took one more glance at her painted face in
the mirror... WOW, what an erotic little slut!
At her jewelry box on the dresser she decided to put on her
3" gold-hooped earrings - of course her ears were pierced
six months ago. They felt heavy at first, but after looking
at this exquisite little fuck-slut in the mirror, she no
longer felt the weight, but instead felt the dangling and
swinging of her newly purchased jewelry. Then one ring on
each finger and thumb of the right hand, and the same on
the left hand, except for her ring finger, as she didn't
want to scare any gorgeous hunks away this evening.
Shayna turned in the mirror and looked from every angle and
something was missing, but before that thought ended, she
already knew what it was... my lips! Strutting back to the
makeup table, she drew in full pouty lips with a dark red
lip liner pencil then coating them in with a thick, creamy
"blood-red" lipstick. To top things off, she got into one
wig box and picked the first wig she had ordered online
five months ago; her favorite, and it was still in perfect
shape. A blonde wig pre-pinned up (by the factory) in the
back, curly at the top and one seductive tendril spiraling
down each side past her ears to the shoulders, but not
covering her gold hoop earrings-the 3" long straight cut
bangs were perfect, stopping just above her raised
eyebrows. Shayna turned sideways, the three-way mirror
allowed her to reveal her long smooth kissable neck.
As she looked in the mirror she squealed loudly, "SHAYNA
BABY, DO ME RIGHT NOW!!!"
The lights in the city were starting to come on, as the sun
was setting over the snow-capped mountains, but Shayna knew
she had a minute or two to relax. She lit a cigarette, and
poured herself her third glass of wine. Taking a weak drag
off the long thin cigarette and seductively blowing out the
smoke upwards watching herself in the mirrored room; then
looked at the red paint she had left on the tip of the
cigarette and took a quick sip of her wine because she
wanted to see the lipstick smudge she would leave on the
crystal wine glass... The sensation was coming back, her
girlcock was trying to work its way through the gaff and
more fluids leaking, just like a girl! When she put her
hand to her crotch there was no sign of a cock, it was
still smooth and flat. Shayna looked at the clock, briskly
stashed out her partially smoked cigarette, and decided she
should eat some food.
After ordering a shrimp cocktail and large bottled water
she attentively asked room service to leave the cart
outside her door. As she ate her shrimp cocktail, Shayna
watched her every move in the mirror, practicing her
posture and dinner mannerisms - every bite she practiced
something different ranging from cute and petite, to sexy
and slutty. She got a little lascivious on the last bite;
holding the tiny fork upside down, she stretched her tongue
outward and started flicking the prawn, then tonguing it,
kissing it, and sucking it like it was a curled up little
cock.
She even went to the extreme of making noises and talking
to it such as: "Mmmm, baaaaaaaby I want to eat you up... I
want you in my mouth... pleeeeeeeze give it to
Shhhaaaaaayna... uh hmmmm, yummy!"
It was now time to get dressed for her "hot" night on the
town. She clasped her bra, and readjusted the cups pushing
her fake tits together and up trying to produce cleavage.
She pulled out a red Lycra mini and slipped it on, but the
fit didn't seem right, as the Lycra fabric seemed lumpy
from her garter skirt underneath. She hastily removed the
garter skirt allowing the size 8 mini skirt to fit flush,
skin tight, and perfectly around her fake hips and ass that
looked astonishing next to her flat stomach. The micro
skirt was not quite long enough to cover the frilly, fluffy
stocking tops, but that just added sexual request. Her top
was a tight white nylon (partially see through) halter that
would cover her bra straps and shoulders, and the 3/4
length sleeves had a thicker white seam down the back side
which matched her stockings. It was so tight Shayna
struggled while putting it on, but after she succeeded, she
knew it was the perfect choice. The top brought to light a
tint of her red satin bra, showed some cleavage, and barely
covered the bottom of her breasts exposing most of her
skinny rib cage and flat firm stomach. Shayna was soooooooo
horny, she could feel her fluids leaking even more-- like a
dripping faucet.
Now for the shoes... easy choice. It was a no-brainer that
Shayna chose the shiny red patent platforms with two ankle
cuffs and petite gold buckles. The bright red platforms
were 2" and the 5" stiletto heels were gold accenting the
ankle buckles. Six months ago, Shayna had purchased 2"
heels and practiced at home, but now she had the feeling
she was on stilts and knew would need to practice balance
and walking. The training would be worth the extra work,
because the "come-fuck-me" pumps made her already long legs
longer, her ass wriggle, her stockings swish, and her steps
dainty.
The next half hour Shayna versed her strut around the
Suite, keeping an eye on the mirrors, stomach in and
shoulders back. She turned on music and rehearsed dancing
and became more confident with each step. With her legs
straight, Shayna bent over her makeup chair to briefly
check her painted face and noticed (with the help of the
back mirror), that her skirt was hiked up in the back
exposing almost half of her taut little ass! She even
stayed in that position as she prepared to put on the last
component; pressed fingernails.
Shayna ordered seven sets of fingernails all pre-painted in
different colors so she wouldn't have to mess with polish.
Her cuticles were already peeled back conducive to the nail
fitting over her real nail The choice for tonight was shiny
red matching her "blood-red" lipstick. Her cuticles were
already peeled back conducive to the nail fitting over her
real nail, hiding any form of a male's hand. A little glue
and presto, she was done. Shayna's quick manicure was near
professional - so bright and shiny red almost expressing a
wet paint look. Inspecting them, she dreamed of running the
one inch long square-tipped nails through his hair or
scratching his back, or tweaking his nipples, or even
wrapping them around a nice thick COCK.
She put on a red satin neck scarf to hide her Adams apple
and the 4" tail was swiveled to the side brushing on her
right shoulder. Shayna doused herself with Red Door perfume
spraying each wrist and a little extra on her lean neck. At
9:30, it was time for Shayna's "First Night Out."
Suddenly, a horrible thought struck Shayna. In Salt Lake
City, it is necessary to be a member of a bar or nightclub
before you can get in; or purchase a temporary membership
for $5, but must show proof of identification. Shayna
didn't have a driver's license, but Shane DID! What should
she do?
"Think Shayna... think," she nervously said aloud as she
lit a cigarette to calm herself.
Shayna watched this exquisite fuck-slut in the mirror
(dressed to kill and no place to go), and knew there HAD to
be an answer.
To be continued...
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