The Dressmaker
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A New Dress free porn video
Dear Diary,
It all started a week before my parents left for 2 weeks. As soon as I
heard that, I started to plan and plot my dressing. I ordered some
supplies online; a powerful body-con red dress, a black short sleeved
blazer, a pair of delicious cut out heels in black, and hair extensions.
I also added a beautiful large white pearled necklace with the dress. I
had it timed out right so the items would arrive after my parents'
departure. So, the night before I dropped them off, I painted my toes
red from some nail polish I had borrowed from my mother. I had to do
this really late as to not arouse any suspicion, as the polish scent
does tend to linger.
After I dropped them off at the airport, I ran to a chain drug store for
cheap essentials, excited that I would soon be Kimberly again. After
enduring the questioning stare by the sales assistant, I bought make up,
lipstick in red, fake lashes, basically anything that created the
illusion of femininity.
I got home and saw all my packages had arrived at the same time. That
must have been some sign.
I couldn't wait to jump in the shower and rid myself of my masculine
energy. As I disrobed, I noticed my cute red toes and couldn't wait to
begin the process. As the shower warmed, I put on a play list of my
favorite girly music to accompany me in the shower. I laid out the
outfit I purchased as well
The process began with a very lengthy shave session, legs, arms, face,
underarms, and yes girls, the ever important bikini area. I had to be
smooth and soft, nose down. I then lathered my body wash, Japanese
Cherry Blossom, over my skin with a pink loofah that came with it (I
smelled so pretty!!!!).
As I got out, I admired the work and commitment I had just made, looking
for stray hairs in places they shouldn't. I lathered some lotion over my
skin. Something was missing though. I needed a signature scent. I
started to rummage through my mothers perfumes, looking for the right
one. I finally found one and sprayed it on my wrists, neck, chest and
yes behind the knees. I then gently slipped into my favorite pair of
leopard print cheekini's from Victorias Secret and a nude bra also from
Vickys. I stuff the bra with socks.
I slipped into one of my mother's silky robes and started the makeup
process. I had studied how to apply make up through video tutorials on
YouTube for weeks so I could at least get the basics down. So, I applied
a natural face with foundation and concealer and pump it up with some
beautiful red lips. I add the eyelashes and give them a curl. I then
added the extensions into my already long hair so I could give that
extra layer of feminine hair. I realize that 2 hours has passed, but I
have nothing to worry about because no one is coming over any time.
I finally got to wear my new dress! I slipped into it and zipped it up.
It fits absolutely perfectly. It stops about 4 or 5 inches above the
knee to show just enough thigh. I am no skinny mini and a little curvy
naturally, so I look absolutely feminine. I slip into my black cut outs
and they also fit perfectly. Everything was working for this girl
(snap!). I take a look in the mirror and realize that I pull of an
amazingly convincing looking lady. I look beautiful. Just so sexy and
cute at the same time. As I am posing for pictures and recording videos
of myself, I realize I cannot waste this look so I grab one of my
mother's many purses and throw all the essentials in it, wallet with ID,
lipstick, compact, keys and phone. I start my car, but hesitate to
leave. I am worried I might run into a neighbor that might recognize me.
I put a pair of ladies sunglasses that I borrowed from my mother and
drive about 40 minutes to another town known for their gay acceptance.
Along the way, I am paranoid that I will run into someone I know, but I
power on. I think it was the red dress that empowered me (or was it Katy
Perry?). I park my car and I start to psych my self up to go out and
walk around the town. I nearly chicken out. After all, it's the middle
of the day in broad daylight. I finally say "eff it" and get out (dammit
Firework, telling me to open doors!). I grab my purse and swing my legs
out. Bam, I am out!
With each click of the heel, I gained confidence. The gust of wind
blowing up my legs and into my dress carried me away and my heart
pattered like a nervous beat to the girly songs I was blasting in the
car moments earlier.
I was admiring my look through the reflections in store windows.
Walking, I noticed a cute pair of tan heels in a shops display. As I
began to walk into the store, I notice my mom's friend inside! She and I
made slight eye contact. I turn quickly toward the exit but I hear her
call my name. I just keep walking, hoping she would think that she had
made a mistake. Nope! She walked after me and calls my name again.
"Sh*t sh*t sh*t!" I was caught.
She's always had a thing for me since I.. matured. She is an absolute
stunner herself. Very curvy with an amazing body. She has great facial
structure with beautiful eyes.
She walked over in front of me and says "It IS you! why are you dressed
like that?" with a sly smile on her face.
I was at a loss for words and pretty embarrassed. She picks up on that
and is so gentle. "It's okay hon. Here come with me, I noticed you were
looking for some shoes?"
I tell her, "Yes," pretty softly, almost girl like.
She asks me to join her for coffee across the street. We sit down and my
dress hikes up another 3 inches and I swear my panties are exposed and
in full view. I then feel her soft hand caress up my leg.
"You have some really sexy legs for a guy." I thank her as I shyly brush
my hair from my face.
She says "you know what will make them look even sexier? A sexy pair of
stiletto pumps. I noticed you were walking around the shoe store. What
do you say we go over there and get you a pair?"
I am still embarrassed, but I cannot resist this opportunity and tell
her, "Okay," once again shyly.
We walked back into the shoe store and browse for a bit. She told me to
pick out any pair and that she'll buy them. I go up to that sexy pair of
5 inch tan pumps I saw in the display. She told me to try them on and
walk around. To my surprise, they had them in my size and we go to the
counter where she told them she's buying these heels for her daughter
and points at me. I was filled with happiness and it comforted me.
She asks me, "Why don't you come over my place right now and we can try
them on?"
I was hesitant again. "I don't know, I should be going home."
"No, I insist! It will be so much fun. Just us girls, getting dolled up
and having a little girl time."
I am still hesitant, but I am so wrapped up in this that I feel
compelled to go.
I followed her to her house. She brings me up to her large bedroom and
into her boudoir. It is gorgeous. Pink with a large vanity with lights
all around it. She has a large walk in closet filled with dresses,
skirts, blouses and a cabinet full of panties, bras and other super sexy
lingerie.
She sat next to me on the little bench by her vanity and begins to touch
my make up up and starts asking me some questions.
"So... you like to dress as a woman huh?" she asks.
"Yeah, it just makes me feel good, you know?"
"I do," she replies, "I love dressing up and getting all done up. I get
it."
She asks me, "Do you like boys?".
"No I'm straight."
She tells me, "That's good."
She starts to do my hair. "How long have you been doing this?"
"Like my whole life," I reply.
"Wow! I didn't even know. You had me fooled. Although I've always
noticed how soft your skin is. Maybe I should have taken that into
account."
We giggle.
"Thank you!" I tell her.
"Here, how's that look?" she asks.
I am stunned. I look like a total female. She's even done my chest to
bring out certain details to make my breasts appear real and natural and
my collar bones to pop. She's applied blush to my cheeks and contoured
my cheeks to give me that ultra feminine face. My hair is done in loose
curls and it looks like it's all mine! I feel so beautiful.
She tells me to "wait right here."
I keep admiring my look. I can't believe that's actually me.
She comes back with a few dresses, tight and flowy, a couple of rompers,
and some skirt and top combinations. She told me to try them on and
model them for her. She closed the door and I start the fashion show.
All of the clothes fit. I couldn't believe it. And I look absolutely
fabulous. I needed help with one of the dresses so she comes in and
helps me into it.
"Wow! don't you look like you're about to break some young man's heart?
oh I'm sorry, forgot you're not gay.."
That was all I needed to hear. At this point, I am wrapped with such
fluid emotions, happiness takes out the guilt.
I spent all night trying on some of the sexiest clothes ever. I felt
like a supermodel. I had no boy clothes in sight either. So there would
be only wearing of women's clothing.
She sat me next to her on the love seat and placed some lingerie over my
legs. It's a super sexy rose colored garter slip with a beautiful lace
pattern.
"Here's slip these on," as she hands me a pair of matching stockings.
She noticed me having issues with the garter straps and helped me clamp
them. At this point, I felt my tuck hardening.
"There. Now let's see you strut your stuff."
I walked around the room and each click of the heel aroused me.
"Come. Sit."
I sat next to her. I felt her soft sweet hand caress my leg over the
stockings. It was exhilarating. She moved it slowly up my leg. She told
me to take off the heels and get comfy. She slowly undid he clasps on
the garter. It pops slightly. She then removes my stockings from the top
down and off my leg ever so slightly. They come off with ease. She then
touches my legs with both her hands.
"How did you get your skin so smooth and soft?" she asks me.
I was at a loss for words at this point.
She then placed her hand over my panties and starts to massage the area
where my vagina would be, but would stop intermittently so I don't
explode in my sexy little things. She kisses my neck. It leaves her
lipstick mark and tells me "you see, we all have our kinky, little
secrets".
We climb into bed together. I am so aroused and we both start to make
some noise and we sound like two women as we reach our climax.
After we finished, we laid inside the sheets and she started spooning
me. She then whispered in my ear, "Don't you worry hon, your secret is
safe with me."
I woke up the next day, still in her lingerie. I felt so fabulous,
walking in women's clothing. I got up and found my dress, grabbed my
purse and shoes and, yes ladies, do the walk of shame to my car. Now I
know how it feels. I get home and notice I am still wearing her
lingerie! I jumped in the shower and start to wash the sex off.
I still see her occasionally but no one says a word. I long for another
day like this. I felt absolutely sexy.
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