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Tesco Tart - Part Four.
Chapter Eight - Becoming Michelle.
David had quite a night to himself. Immersing himself in the femininity
of Michelle after his unwillingly self exposing shopping trip, he had
decided to both seize and savour the opportunity to dress fully as
Michelle for the remainder of his precious weeks holiday from his
relentlessly unsatisfying employment.
That night his shame, confusion and self anger had cascaded into sweet
feminine indulgence as he had greedily and enthusiastically pulled from
Michelle's wardrobe and drawers the perfect supporting acts to his newly
acquired short black pleated skirt.
He knew exactly what would complete the look before he had even reached
Michelle's room.
Her white satin, short sleeved blouse would be top partner to her new and
slightly out of character choice of skirt.
With its low cut, open collar and satin tie waist he knew that although
it would really be one or the other but not both for Michelle's usual
restrained office look, after the cruel but undeniably deserved treatment
he had had received from the Asda assistant earlier he felt like a little
self imposed penance.
David felt no initial arousal as he began his transformation to Michelle.
This wasn't that unusual for him. Over the years since his first stolen,
shameful but amazingly arousing opportunist missions into his Mother's
wardrobe and underwear drawer his thrill from dressing had slowly changed
its purpose.
Having a full feminine wardrobe of his own had taken away the thrill of
being caught.
He considered this as he slipped the rolled up 10 denier black stockings
up Michelle's long, smooth legs. He knew inside that it was this erotic
fear he had felt in the Female Staff locker room just the night before.
He also shamefully admitted that it was partly the quest for that long
lost thrill that had drawn him to the women's clothing section earlier
that day in Asda.
David always made a point of trying not to buy Michelle's clothes or
make-up from the same store assistant twice for fear of being identified
as the cross dressing sissy that he was. But today he had broken his own
rule. He had played the same 'for my girlfriend' card with the same
assistant and she hadn't wasted the opportunity on confirming her initial
suspicions to make it crystal clear to him that she knew exactly the true
motivation for his feminine purchases.
He continued this train of thought as he finished dressing in Michelle's
favourite finest lingerie. All in red satin with black lace trim he
considered her reflection in the full length fitted mirrored wardrobe
doors.
The long line bra nipped her slim figure below the bulging feminine
curves of her modest B-cup inserts. The suspender belt held itself in
place snugly above her hips and tightly around her slim waist.
The matching boy shorts however were failing badly in constraining her
vertically bulging cock. The legs rose around her hips but the central
dip in the contour of their fabric left her most unfeminine of features
embarrassingly and freakishly exposed.
Michelle knew that this rediscovered intense arousal was due to her
humiliation earlier that day and quickly tucked the tip of her throbbing
cock under the more restraining fabric of her red satin suspender belt.
After expertly securing the four gold tabs of her suspenders she enjoyed
the sensation of the mildly restraining straps. They tugged gently but
perceivably on the lacy tops of the stockings and their slight tension
across her lean but shapely ass cheeks served as a constant reminder of
her chosen finery.
Pausing briefly to admire an over the shoulder look at her pert bottom
she focused on the straight, taught ribbons of red satin which perfectly
framed the smooth curves that the lace trimmed shorts left teasingly
exposed.
Slipping on her satin blouse she caught a scent of perfume and her mind
wandered to the last time she had worn it as she nipped the small buttons
together and secured the waist tie with a carefully equal bow in the
small of her back.
The effect this simple but flirty blouse had on her figure was what,
along with the cool feel of the satin, made it one of her favourites. The
capped sleeves helped to disguise her slightly broad shoulders and the
satin ribbon waist tie on her slim waist created the contrast up over her
modest but curvaceous breasts and also made the curved hem flair gently
outwards over her pert rounded bottom. It was definitely not a blouse to
be tucked in.
Turning to pick up her new skirt Michelle moaned slightly as she felt the
cool, almost weightless white satin of the blouse glide over the red
satin of her classy and slightly restrictive lingerie set.
Completing the ritual of snipping the store tag from her fresh purchase
she stepped into the black pleated folds and slipped them up her legs.
Finding its designed position on her natural waist she secured the
button-over tabs of its waist belt and ruffled and wriggled her new look
into shape.
"Wow!" she said out loud to herself as she took a quick look at her
progress. The skirt was short alright and this effect was emphasised
further both by the close fitting, curved hem of her satin blouse and by
the outward flair of the neat, black pleats of it's short A-line form.
A quick self check in the mirror confirmed to Michelle that her stocking
tops were visible with the slightest of movements. This wasn't a problem
though as it wasn't as if she would be going out in public in this
outfit. On telling herself that it would be black, opaque tights and not
stockings to go with her chosen look she silently laughed at and cursed
her naturally feminine fashion sense!
She picked out her shoes to complete the outfit and again conceded to
herself that it would all be 'too much' for her preferred office look.
Again chuckling at her fashion sense she knew that a professional woman
could wear one slightly 'unsuitable' item and achieve a subtle, sexy
allure but here she was with top, bottom and shoes all of the provocative
and 'slightly tarty' variety!
Her choice of footwear was again one of her favourites. Black leather
Mary Jane style court shoes with a single thin leather crossover buckle
strap and 4" heel!
Sitting on the edge of her bed with knees together Michelle pivoted on
one hip then the other as she slid her hand down the glossy sheen of her
barely black stockings to reach and fasten the small buckle on the thin
leather strap across each foot.
Literally throbbing with inner excitement she walked over to her dressing
table with elegant ease, her heels softly clicking on the wooden floor.
Smoothing the pleated skirt under her she sat at the dresser to apply her
make-up.
Feeling impatient to savour her new outfit she quickly applied a look
slightly more outgoing than her usual basic daytime make-up. Black
eyeliner with heavy black mascara followed her eye shadow for which she
had chosen a simple but rather dark black and silver smoky eye
combination.
She decided to go for the full effect so after slipping on her brunette
shoulder length straight wig and adjusting its straight fringe to just
above her lightly plucked eyebrows she turned her attention to her lips.
After completing and slightly exaggerating the outline of her lips in a
dark red pencil she carefully but hungrily filled the pouting contours
with her reddest of red lipsticks.
Giving the long lasting lipstick a chance to settle Michelle fixed her
clip-on gold 2" hoop earrings and secured three pearl necklaces of
slightly different lengths around her neck before applying a long lasting
lip gloss to seal her lusciously coloured lips.
Sitting at her dressing table Michelle cast lustful eyes over her new
sultry look. She knew that she had achieved the look which she knew would
make David a mental wreck if he was to come across such a woman!
As her studious and strangely envious gaze moved from her luscious red
pouting lips she noticed the complimenting glimpse of the black lace trim
of her full cupped long line bra, the deep, open collar of her white
satin blouse being so revealing as to also display a hint of the red
satin of the cups below the black floral trim.
Again she reminded herself that this outfit was far too much for the
office although she felt her cock throb almost painfully in its light
restraint as she imagined herself as just the woman who would wear such
things despite the conventions and dress codes!
She knew that this look would have men falling over themselves to know
her and as her gaze returned to the sparkling brown, smouldering made up
eyes staring hypnotically back at her from the dressing table mirror an
amazingly arousing realization came to her.
Holding the thought she stood and gracefully stepped towards her fitted
mirrored robe quickly assessing what she saw as she did so. Temporarily
ignoring the vision of her first look at her stunning and evocative
attire Michelle instead noted her perfectly feminine steps, her confident
but graceful posture and her unmasculine and relaxed arm movements as she
stopped to finally admire the results of her transformation.
As always the vision before her was of an attractive and tempting woman
dressed exactly as David loved and longed for.
Michelle's realization was that finally, over time and with much erotic
but selfish indulgence in buying clothes, practicing with hair and make
up and spending time dressed, 'Michelle' had developed from a
crossdressing clothes horse that existed to fulfil David's desire to
freely enjoy the vision of his favourite looks to an actual passable
woman who's looks and style would get her genuine attention if she went
out......
This though was where the stomach churning fear returned, but also that
intense arousal that had made such a welcome return over the last few
days.
With the thoughts of this long earned but scary reality passing through
her confused and racing mind Michelle absent mindedly turned, posed and
sexily strutted to her stunning reflection in the mirrored wardrobe doors
of her softly decorated bedroom.
She let her hands run down over her modest but shapely breasts. Through
the cool white satin of her revealing and figure flattering blouse she
savoured its frictionless rub over the finest blood red satin underneath.
She felt the pert shape of her small breast forms that the long line
wired bra created as they were pushed together and upwards in an attempt
to burst out of the barely concealing deep open neck style of her blouse.
Moving downwards she felt the figure forming restraint of the corset
style bra as it slimmed her figure towards the tightly tied waist of the
blouse.
Running her touch further she felt her slim waist flare to the curved
seam of the hem of the blouse.
Beyond it was the uniform width of the dozens of straight black pleats of
her new and hard earned little skirt.
Initially following its short and pronounced A-line form with a gentle
touch and all the time gazing lustfully at the vision before her in the
mirror she returned to its button-over waist band.
On this pass over the skirts tactile form and bending slightly she firmly
smoothed the flaring pleats close to her body.
She closed her eyes as, holding the pleated fabric close to her skin, she
traced the tight, ribbon like straps of her suspenders downwards to the
dainty clips that tugged the lacy tops of her barely black stockings.
First the front pair then the rear.
Bending over further Michelle let out a slight whimper of pleasure as,
deliberately keeping her legs straight and knees together she felt her
calves tighten as her 4" heels made their presence known in the tightness
of her long, smooth legs. After tracing the rear suspenders over the
tight curves of her pert, round bottom she slid her hands down the front
of her thighs, sliding over the glass like texture of her glossy
stockings.
With her hands coming to rest gripping the front of her thighs just above
the knee she bent forwards from the waist as far as her taut shapely legs
would allow.
Lustfully and lazily she opened her eyes to a vision that could not fail
to trigger her self hidden desires.
Looking back at herself slightly over her right shoulder Michelle started
her voyeuristic glare from the black leather court shoes' 4" heel tips
upwards, taking in the thin black leather straps held taught in their
little gold buckles stretched tightly across a sheen of glossy black
silk.
Following the barely black sheen she followed the tight, long slim legs
held straight and close together until she reached the darker black lacy
tops of her stockings.
In this position her little skirt dropped enough to cover the front of
her stocking tops but to the rear Michelle was completely and vulnerably
exposed!
In full, open view were the black lacy tops of her stockings being
tightly tugged upwards by the red satin ribbons of her suspenders, also
in plain view.
The flaring pleats of her skirt revealed so much more though in this
position. With her tiny red satin shorts clearly exposed the toned curves
of her rear were invitingly visible, with what smooth bare flesh of her
ass was on show serving to hint at what else was available underneath the
taught, glass like fabric.
Michelle knew that her desires had long since moved beyond simply
dressing up for David to lust after. Seeing herself in this inviting
position she knew exactly what she would like to happen next.
She would love to feel a pair of hands on her slim waist, moving down
slowly to flip what there was of her teasing skirt up over her waist to
completely reveal her inviting sex.
She would love to feel a hard cock gently probing between her cheeks
through the thin red satin of her tiny shorts.
Then of course she would love her red satin defence to be tugged to the
side to allow the cocks tip to gently press on her hole, begging for
entry.
She imagined herself bent over fully dressed like this, with palms and
elbows against the wall with her 4" heels forcing her inviting posture as
the hard probing cock found it's target and slowly spread her open as it
slipped inside......
After retrieving a few items from her bedside drawers Michelle sat down
elegantly on the edge of her bed facing the mirror, smoothing the short
black pleats under her as she did.
With knees together she reached under the short pleated folds and slipped
her red satin shorts down over the black gloss of her stockings and
lifted her 4" heels one at a time to release them.
Freeing her raging erection from the confines of her suspender belt she
watched as her short skirt rose as she slowly opened her legs.
Slowly and gently stroking her cock she stared at the vision before her.
A beautiful and naughtily seductive woman stared back at her from the
mirror.
Again taking in every detail of her attire, hair and make-up Michelle
knew that this was a woman who craved sex. Casual, opportunistic, dirty
and humiliating sex.
The Asda assistant's scathing remark again reverberated around Michelle's
mind as she reached for the only thing that could satisfy this repressed
urge that Michelle knew all too well that she had kept hidden inside.
"I hope you will have fun with these Sissy. I'm sure you will look like
just the tart that you are."
Michelle knew that she was accurate in her rude assessment. David was a
sissy, that was already obvious. What Michelle was beginning to openly
admit to herself was that she was indeed a tart.
Staring at her completely feminised form her mind hadn't been full of
David's thoughts as to what he would do with such a stunning and alluring
creature. No. Her thoughts had taken over and had all too naturally
become full of being that woman and to what a guy would want and take
from her....
....and she knew that, given the opportunity she would willingly bow to
and accept such carnal advances....
Still staring at herself Michelle leant back slightly as she smoothed the
cool, slippery gel between her legs as her hole twitched involuntarily
but in unison with her throbbing cock.
Still slowly stroking herself she pressed the cock shaped tip of her slim
6" dildo against her hungry opening.
Relaxing and moaning softly she let the humiliating sex toy ease gently
inside.
Relaxing further Michelle slowly and deliberately began the short,
thrusting motions that she imagined was a real cock beginning it's
selfish assault on her carefully guarded femininity.
Taking her fake intruder deep inside over and over again took Michelle's
imagination to a far away place.
With occasional stolen glances at her stunning but greedily sex hungry
reflection she closed her eyes and imagined herself as the office tart,
bent over the desk in her boss's office, her skirt pulled up over her
waist to allow access to his punishing and ungrateful cock.
With the jolt of the oncoming orgasm Michelle opened her eyes in time to
again take in her appearance and to see what she was doing to herself.
"I hope you will have fun with these Sissy. I'm sure you will look like
just the tart that you are."
As spurt after spurt of her cum shot up and over her pleated skirt and
satin blouse Michelle bucked hard against her little pink dildo as she
furiously milked her cock for every last drop and uncontrollable shudder
of her disorientating orgasm.
To be continued...
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