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It was a typical weekend, back home with my family. Since becoming an
adult, weekend visits every other month became something to look forward
to. You didn't have to do anything special. We often watched movies
together, ate pizza and just had a good time relaxing on the front
porch, watching the stars.
Last weekend, we decided to look through the family photo albums
together. It was interesting to see how much we changed over the year.
Well, except for my Dad. He had the same crew cut and mustache since the
early 70's. Go figure.
What made this day interesting was one simple photo in the album. It was
a picture of a young, teenage girl sitting on the end of the bed, and
all dressed up for the prom. As the family looked at the photo and
started complimenting how fair and lovely my sister looked, a sudden
thought entered my mind.
"That isn't her... it's me!"
I remember the day the family went out on a camping trip for the
weekend, and I stayed behind. Although I did have a rough and tumble
tomboy side to me, I felt very listless all week and just wanted some
time alone to rest and watch MTV. Nothing too unusual about that, so
they went off and I started watching TV.
But you girls have to ask yourself this - if you are alone in the house
with a closet filled with your sister's pretty clothes, what would you
do?
So would I!
It took a full 45 minutes to get the look I wanted, but it was worth it.
I started off with a black satin and lace bra and panty set. The bra was
low cut, and with a little mix of blusher and eyeliner, I not only had
gorgeous breasts, but some envious clevage that would tease any boy into
a frenzy.
I found an interesting item in one of the drawers. After holding it up
to try and figure out what this black spandex item was, it finally
dawned on me that it was a waist nipper. I had some trouble getting it
adjusted at first, but I soon figured out how to put it on. I ran my
hands down my sides, delighting in the new curves I had "developed".
Then came an item I could not believe we had in the house - silky sheer
black stockings. My legs looked extra long, slinky and glowed in a way I
had never known before. Add to them the black 3 inch heels with the
little gold buckles on the straps, and I was ready to enshrine my legs.
I felt like a GODDESS walking across a lavendar carpet. I used that time
to perfect a walk I would need later...
Then came a black half slip, which swished as I walked. The lace hem of
the slip rubbed against the back of my upper thigh, and I loved that
feeling. I started walking extra swishy in order to maximize the
feeling... and to further prove what a sissy girl I was turning into.
It was time for some serious make up! After some foundation and dusting,
I put more black eyeliner and mascara on than ever before, confident
that I could get everything removed in time for my parents to come home.
I added some baby blue eyeshadow on, and just a little bit of eyeliner
in the same color to my eyelids. My baby blue eyes just popped, and I
spent about five minutes learning how to look seductive with my newly
formed eyes.
I added some blush to look like a young little blossom. Then, to offset
that look of faux innocence, I added some dark red lip liner, and
painted my lips with a shiny, red polish. I could feel the heavy weight
on my lips as I applied layer after layer of creamy, creamy lipstick. I
had lips that shined, and I could taste the lipstick on my lips. It
tasted like Heaven!
I found a bottle of matching nail polish, and coated my fingers with
them. I thought of painting my little toenails, but I had already had my
stockings on, and with my luck, I would forget to take it off when I'd
go to the pool! So, to make up for this lack of femininity, I decided to
apply some perfume to the usual places - the nape of my neck, behind my
knees, behind each ear, and on my right breast. (Why? So that the
prefume would make it's way to my heart and pump womanhood into my
veins!)
I then brushed my hair forward, I grew it just long enough to be a
rebellious boy, yet just enough to pass for a girl if I brushed my dirty
blond locks just right. After brushing, teasing and spraying it, I had a
sexy, flirty look that could be mistaken as a page boy at first glance.
I shook my hair a few times, giggling as I felt the hair brush against
the back of my neck.
And then, it was time for THE dress! It was a satin number with a black
skirt with a split in the back up to mid thigh, and a shiny electric
blue top with cute, puffy shoulders and a scoop neckline. Add to it the
bow in the back, and I looked like a cute little present that a boy
couldn't wait to open up. I then put on the finishing touches - a pair
of pearl clip on earrings, and a lovely, delicate pearl necklace.
I stared at myself in the mirror, and fell in love with myself. With
long sexy legs, full red pouting lips and fluttering teasing eyes, I
looked over square inch of my sexy, feminine body. I wanted to play with
myself, the emotions were that strong. But then, I decided to wait! I
had an idea...
The rest of the day went by and I spent it all in the dress. I minced
and giggled and swished for the rest of the day. I would post in front
of the mirror, and tried some flirty poses on the edge of the bed. Just
for fun, I took the camera and put it on the end of the dresser. I
imagined at first that it was time to pose for my prom photo. Then, I
tried making some girlie laughing and prancing to project an image of a
young girl getting ready for the prom with her girlfriends. And finally,
some more suggestive posing to entice a boy to ask me to dance.
I didn't turn the camera on, but I thought how funny it would be if the
camera went off (Oh, I think we now know what happened, don't we?)
About an hour after the sun went down, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I
snuck out of the house, praying that the neighbors wouldn't see me. If
anyone found about me, my life in high school would have taken a turn
for the worst. I slowly worked my way to the garage, closing the doors
behind me.
I knew what was said about what happens to girls at prom night. Since I
didn't have a boyfriend, I would have to do the next best thing. I
crawled into the backseat of my parent's car, closed my eyes, and began
to slowly run my hands all over myself. In the cold, evening air and the
sheerness of what I was wearing, I felt goospimples pop up all over my
body. I felt my face flush a deep crimson, as I felt my silky legs rub
slowly rub against each other, and imagined our school wrestling
champion date of mine, running his hand up my silk covered thights.
In time, I had stripped myself down to my bra, panties, slip, stockings
and heels, and could not control myself. I gave in to my bodys desire
for release, and worked myself frantically into orgasm in the darkened
garage.
In my mind, boys were having their way with me. I was giving it up. I
was earning a bad reputation. I was an easy slut who couldn't get
enough. I was dirty, wanton and unashamed. In my minds eye, I could see
myself on my knees, in a darkened corner of the gymnasium, kissing boys
with large rough hands. I would suck them over and over again. My mouth
was their plaything.
Faces became blurred and my actions went out of control, lusting madly
over having cocks thrust at my mouth, and forced into my waiting pussy.
I would be thrown onto a bed as if I was their prize. I would then wrap
my arms and legs against the leather bucket seats and start grinding my
little pussy furiously. I would arch my back and moan wildly as I
envisioned all the ways the boys were going to fuck me. I would bounce
in their laps again and again. I would wrap my legs around them and let
them carry me on their massive cock like the little girl that I was. I
would lie on my chest and let them take my virginity from behind,
pumping me over and over again until the feel of a cock in my belly was
the only thing I would live for.
Over and over, I rolled around in the luxurious darkness, moaning "fuck
me fuck me fuck me" over and over again...
When I finally came, I had to scream against the seat to both muffle the
noise and to hold my body, which was shaking to the point of collapse. I
kept shuddering and emptying myself over and over again until I passed
out. I woke up later, staring at the full moon through the window, and
feeling the night air cool its way over my glistening body. As I
recovered, I could see my reflection in the glass window of the back
seat. I smiled like a wanton girl, and could not help running my hand
along my thigh and starting over again...
I broke out my reverie to realise that I saw the girl I once was in the
picture my sister was holding. And one second later, we all laughed at
the recollection of the fun time my sister had at prom. Yes, they all
thought it was her that night...
...in a dress that she might have worn, but was customised by an eager
and willing sissy girl.
Love & Kisses,
Tiffany
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