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What's A Girl To Do? free porn video
What's a Girl To Do?
It all began when I said that I felt cold in my boxer shorts, trousers
and shirt.
"That's because you are wearing the wrong clothing, Graham," my boyfriend
Julian said. "Besides those brown trousers really don't go with your
pink shirt."
Julian is very fashion conscious and looks beautiful both when he dresses
as a man or when he performs in drag. Whilst I don't mind Julian
wearing drag when we go clubbing at The Out There Club I have never worn
it myself and had never even thought about doing so. It was never my
thing, but this was about to change!
Julian was dressed as a French maid tonight. A silky black knee length
dress with white petticoats underneath and a white apron tied in a neat
butterfly bow over the dress. He was also wearing a white cap on his
head. I assumed he was wearing a bra as he was certainly showing some
cleavage and he was presumably wearing panties as he was certainly
wearing fishnet tights or stockings and black patent pumps with a three
inch heel.
"Here try these on," Julian said pulling out a pair of pink trim ruffle
black panties, with a built in suspender belt, a pair of silky white
stockings, a silk black slip, a back miniskirt and some 3 inch black
high heeled pumps and passing these items of female clothing to me.
I was hesitant.
"I want my boyfriend to look sexy!" Julian insisted, undoing my trousers
and putting his hand with its crimson nail extensions down my boxer
shorts and grabbing my dick and stroking it
"I am tired of being the only queen in this relationship... Besides, we've
done straight sex, we've done gay sex but we have never tried lesbian
sex. I want you to be my lesbian lover tonight! This is going to
surprise you but you will feel warmer dressed as a woman than you did as
a man and I bet you are going to enjoy being a girl..because you are a
sissy."
"I don't believe you," I replied. "Women are always complaining they are
cold and I am no sissy.."
"OK, drag bet!" Julian said excitedly. "If you feel warmer you have to
let me give you a full makeover and suck my dick for a week dressed as a
girl the whole time.. If you don't feel warmer I will dress as a French
Maid for a week and suck your dick but you have to be honest. These are
high stakes! I invested money in buying these clothes for you."
So this was so important to Julian, that I share this part of his life,
that he had bought women's clothes especially for me - his non-
crossdressing husband. I had better play along. It was important to me
that Julian was happy and what was the harm?
I put on my first ever pair of panties. Julian then showed me how to
tuck my dick away, adjust the straps and attach my stockings without
getting runs in them. I found I was constantly fiddling with them as
they kept "pinging" off until Julian showed me how to adjust the straps.
It was strange how I had got quite excited just wearing the panties and
stockings. If the slip and miniskirt was as exciting to wear I felt I
was beginning to understand why my husband was so keen for me to share
this experience with him.. Then Julian told me to shave my armpits to
demonstrate that I would honour the rest of the bet if I did indeed feel
warmer.
We both wore our hear long and shaved our arms, legs, chests and faces
normally. Sex was better that way but my underarms were different. Yes,
Julian shaved his underarms but that went with being a drag queen. I
wasn't a drag queen. So shaving my underarms felt like quite a step.
"Oh well, if this will help persuade Julian to suck my dick," I reasoned.
"It's worth it." Besides it didn't take long to shave my underarms.
Julian had me put my head through the top of the slip as he let go and I
felt this magic silky material drop down my body like a flag unfurling in
the wind and the spaghetti straps just held it in place . This really
was sexy.
All that remained was for me to step into my miniskirt and pull it up
and say
"Julian zip me please."
So I did so and Julian had put me in my first skirt. It was fitting that
Julian zipped me into it my skirt. He insisted on doing a selfie of us
both, him in full drag (dressed as a French Maid), me in a skirt for the
first time in my life...
I then stepped into the heels. I wobbled a bit to start with and I would
imagine that from the dazed look on my face I must have looked like a
child who had been spanked too hard. I would have looked disorientated
as here I was dressed as a woman for the first time I in my life. In
such a context where previously such a child believes she can do what she
wants, having been spanked, the child reassesses what was important to
her and is anxious to please the adult she is with. For me this meant
Julian so I let Julian take me by the hand and sit me down at his
dressing table.
Julian stood behind me looking into the mirror with me with his hands on
my shoulders as he said:
"So what do you think? Are you not warmer?"
Then coaching me he added: "As you walk puff your chest out and take
dainty little steps as if you are walking on a type rope, so keep you
feet close together. None of the sitting on a horse type walk made
famous by John Wayne and by men in general where you cover ground
left/right as much as you do in the direction you are walking. As RuPaul
would say you need to sissy that walk."
I practised walking in the heels some more. Actually it was hard to walk
like a man, dressed like this!
I think I got the hang of being a sissy and walking like a woman fairly
quickly as Julian said:
"Are you sure you haven't done this before? You are a natural!"
I replied that I hadn't, then Julian replied, "You don't know whether it
is the humiliation of being dressed (the emphasis was on "dress"), the
colour of your lingerie, or just the clothes being more practical but
you know I have won, don't you?"
Julian turned me round so he could see me but I couldn't see what I
looked like as he put some some crimson lipstick on my lips.
I nodded and it signified both my assent to the question and to the
process that was just beginning.
The shade of lipstick I was now wearing screamed out "Kiss me".
Next Julian stuck false eyelashes on my eyelids before gently shaving off
my eyebrows and drawing on unmistakably feminine brows.
"You really should have you ears pierced to complete the look," Julian
said arranging my hair into a ponytail. "Now get down on your knees, its
time you pleasured me."
I knelt in front of Julian.
And Julian guided my head under his skirt and petticoats and I could see
his panties and suspender belt and he told me to pull down his panties
and his dick almost hit me in the face. I had no idea it was that big.
My husband, the drag queen, is more of a man than me!
As I touched it he ejaculated.
I had it in my eyes and in my hair and all over my face.
As I pulled my head out from under his skirts he laughed at how I was
covered in his essence. I smiled, happy to have made my husband laugh.
Then he said "In order to help you adapt to being a girl for the week you
will need a femme name, how about Monica?"
I nodded, submissively, smelling of his cum and wondering how to get it
out of my hair. Now I understood why Elizabeth Shue's prostitute in
"Leaving Las Vegas" didn't want men coming in her hair.
"Dry me off and then go and get cleaned up my little cocksucking slut!"
Julian said handing me some toilet paper to dry off his dick. I stuck my
head under his dress again and started drying him off only to get more of
his cum in my hair.
Having eventually cleaned up I got out of the bath to find a white silk
with lace trim bra and panty seet with a matching suspender belt and an
unopened pair of fishnets waiting for me on the bed. I knew before
turning to the wardrobe what I would be wearing over this.
I was going to be spending my first week as a girl as a French Maid, I
turned to see my husband Julian waiting for me to get dressed, still
wearing the same French Maid outfit he was wearing earlier. I knew
without asking that he had bought this outfit for me and that he was
right - I was going to be spending a long time wearing this outfit.
Julian was right - I am a sissy and maybe we all need to dress as French
Maids at least once in a while...
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