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I woke next day wondering where I was. And why did I have large falsies
attached to my chest. Then I remembered.
My hand reached for my cock. And it was ready for my hand. Hard, but
encased in soft knickers. I sat on the edge of the bed. One hand holding
my cock through my knickers. the other hand cupping my breast through my
nightie. I made it to the bathroom before gushing into my knickers. The
cum soaked through onto my hand. I licked it. A curious taste. But I
wanted more. I stepped out of my knickers and licked the cream off them.
I squeezed the last drops from my cock onto the sodden knickers, then
licked this as well.
I washed my knickers. While they were soaking in the warm suds, I took
down the knickers and stockings that I had washed the night before and
took them into the bedroom. I took off my nightie and put it onto the
bed. Then I returned to the bathroom. I looked at my boobies. They were
firmly attached. They had taken on my body heat and were now warm to the
touch. I liked them. I liked that they were attached to me. Part of me.
And quite large. If only they were real...
I got ready to shave my face. It was only then that I realised that the
lady in the salon had not just trimmed my eyebrows. She had removed them
completely.
The shower cap had been laid out ready for me, so I put this on before
stepping into the shower. I didn't want to spoil my pretty hair.
Once I had dried myself, I went back into the bedroom. I put on my bra
and managed to fasten it behind my back. I was pleased with myself. I
could put on my own bra! I put on my suspender-belt and tightened the
laces, tying these behind my back as well! I put my knickers on and
threaded the suspenders down through them. I realised the necessity of
having my knickers outside my suspenders ready for when I needed to sit
down to pee. I carefully put my stockings on, then my mini-slip. Then I
sat down at the dressing table and picked up an eyebrow pencil. I tried
to reproduce the brow shape that I had had yesterday. Then I put on
lipstick. I found this rather difficult to do and decided only to put on
a minimum. Then I went to the wardrobe. As well as the red dress I had
worn yesterday, there was a blue one. I looked to see if it was any
longer than the red one, but it seemed to be the same length. So I
decided to try it on. The back zip was a real problem, but eventually I
managed to fasten it. I was pleased with the way it looked. The skirt was
a little more flared than the other dress and it was made of a different
material that seemed to float about a bit more. I slipped my shoes on and
followed the scent of the coffee.
I really liked the feeling of walking about in a dress, with all the
sensations provided by my underwear. My cock was slightly enlarged, but
not erect. It was beginning to feel more natural to be dressed like this.
Also, of course, it wasn't very long since I had gushed so copiously. I
could still taste it in my mouth. "I'm pleased you tried on a new dress,"
said Aunt Alice, "but you should have put on the other shoes as well."
She continued, "You haven't done a bad job with your eyebrows, but you're
not wearing enough lipstick. You'll have to have another attempt after
breakfast."
After a croissant and a coffee, my aunt supervised me re-doing my
lipstick. Then I changed into the other pair of shoes. These had three
inch heels and changed the shape of my legs and bum even more. "Let me
see you turn around," said Aunt Alice. I did a twirl and realised that
the skirt of this dress flared outwards much more than the red one did.
So there was an even higher risk of flashing my stocking-tops. But even
as I realised this my aunt was speaking. "That's fine. Come on, we are
going to the shops." My heart started pounding. Out in public again. High
heels. Short floaty skirt. Sexy stockings.
I clung onto my aunt's arm as I got used to walking in high heels. We
went past the beauty salon where I'd had my hair done. A little further
on was a small ladies' outfitters. We went inside. It seemed like a
treasure trove. Skirts and dresses, blouses and jumpers, nightwear. And,
of course, underwear. "This is a nice little shop," said Aunt Alice. "All
the clothes you are wearing came from here." The manageress was watching
us with a friendly smile on her face. Aunt Alice turned to me and made a
gesture to indicate that we should go towards her.
"Hello, Pauline," said my aunt. "This is my nephew I told you about. He
has turned over a new leaf and this is how he likes to dress nowadays." I
was shocked to hear her say this. No attempt to disguise my true gender.
This is my nephew who likes wearing a frock. I was very relieved that
there was no-one else in the shop at that moment. "Well, he looks very
presentable," replied the manageress. "Did you tell him about the job?"
Aunt Alice shook her head. She turned to me. "Pauline is looking for a
shop assistant," she said. "I know that you are looking for a job, and
this location would be very convenient for you as it is only a short walk
from the apartment," Pauline spoke. "Yes, dear," she said. "To start
with, I need someone to help keep the shop clean and tidy. A bit of
dusting and vacuuming before we open. Making sure all the racks of
clothes are neat and orderly. That we have sufficient stock laid out on
display. And every so often to help with stocktaking." She looked
inquiringly at me. I didn't know what to say. It certainly had not been
the sort of job I had in mind. "Think about it and let me know next
week," said Pauline. "There is another thing to mention," she went on.
"Recently I have had a few male customers coming in. It would seem that
each of them has partners with similar body measurements to their own,
judging by the sizes of garments that they select as gifts for them." She
glanced meaningfully at me. I understood what she meant. "You could
perhaps help them with their selections? They might be more comfortable
with someone like yourself assisting them. Someone like you in a short
skirt like you're wearing now."
"Yes," said my aunt with a smile. "And having someone like you here might
encourage the ladies to buy things for their partners. Or nephews,
perhaps." The two ladies smiled broadly, eyes twinkling. "Thank you for
the offer," I murmured. "I'll let you know in a day or two." I needed
time to think about this. Maybe there would be some other job offers
waiting for me back at my lodgings.
We walked further into town and looked at other shops. Gradually I became
more confident in my heels. And slightly less apprehensive about anyone
seeing up my skirt. Nevertheless I kept looking at my reflection in shop
windows to reassure myself that my underwear was not on display. We went
to an Italian restaurant for lunch. My aunt told me that when I sat down
I should have smoothed my skirt under my backside to avoid creases. I
partly got up in order to do this. "And keep your legs together," she
quietly reminded me.
When we got back to the apartment, Mrs Roberts was there. The two ladies
went into the kitchen. I could hear them talking, but not what was said.
They came back into the room. Mrs Roberts left us alone. "Right," said
Aunt Alice. "You have made good progress, so you can go home now. Think
seriously about Pauline's job offer. It may be the best opportunity that
you have."
Mrs Roberts came back into the room. She handed me a shopping bag and a
small handbag. "The shopping bag contains your other dress, shoes and
nightwear and some spare underwear. In your handbag you will find your
keys, money, credit cards, phone and train ticket. Don't lose your
handbag! You need to keep your personal things in it as you have no
pockets."
"Goodbye," said my aunt. "Ring me on Monday morning."
That was it. I was dismissed.
I tried to follow Aunt Alice's advice and look confident. In reality I
was extremely nervous as I set off from the apartment. Walking in public
in a skirt and stockings. For the first time on my own. I wished I'd
thought to change into my other shoes with lower heels. I was conscious
of my tits bouncing gently as I walked. The click of my heels. And the
slight swishing sound as my nylons rubbed together. I reached the railway
station without incident and didn't have to wait long for a train. It was
too early for the train to be really crowded. I was able to find a single
seat. There were enough passengers that I didn't stand out. I looked out
of the train window. Nobody bothered me.
I took a taxi to my lodgings. Although it wasn't a long distance, it was
a part of town I didn't really want to walk through early on a Saturday
evening Not wearing a skirt and heels. I was quite relieved to step
inside my lodgings and shut the door.
Something was different. I realised that the room was tidier than I had
left it. Somebody must have been in. I took my red dress out the shopping
bag and opened the wardrobe to hang it up. I got a bit of a shock. There
wasn't much in the wardrobe. All my male clothes had disappeared. A short
raincoat was hanging there. And at the bottom there was a pair of fluffy
pink mule slippers instead of a pile of sneakers and shoes. The chest of
drawers was also almost empty. I realised that Mrs Roberts must have
taken my keys and come to my lodgings during the morning. In the bathroom
was some ladies shaving foam, perfumed shower gel, feminine deodorant and
so on. Some make-up removal pads. And a pack of Tampax.
There were no letters offering me a job interview.
I turned on my laptop. I couldn't log into my facebook account. It seemed
that the password had been changed. My profile picture had also been
changed. It was captioned "Beauty at the Salon". It was a photo of
someone having their hair washed. Someone in a red dress. The person was
sitting leaning right back. The face wasn't visible, partly obscured by
the hairdresser. The person's legs were apart. Their skirt was up near
their crotch, revealing a glimpse of pink knickers. Their stocking-tops
were on full display, as well as their taut suspenders and bare thighs. I
knew the person in the photo was me. Aunt Alice must have taken it in the
salon. Not enough of my knickers were showing to give a clear impression
of bulge. But I knew. They were the same knickers that I was wearing now.
And the outline of twin peaks were my boobies straining at the tight-
fitting bodice of my dress. The profile picture had also given rise to a
number of comments. Most were either appreciative or of the "I thought
you weren't posting this stuff any more" variety. But one said "Is this
the new you?"
And an answer had been posted in my name. "Yes."
I remembered that I had gone to bed leaving Aunt Alice logged into my
account.
I nibbled at a light snack. I didn't have much appetite. I was wondering
what I was going to do. Eventually I got ready for bed. I took off my bra
and examined my falsies. They were firmly attached to my chest. I guessed
some sort of medical adhesive had been used. I was going to have tits for
the next few days at least. And I only had female clothes to wear.
Although I liked wearing them, it was a bit of a daunting prospect. I was
a little sad.
I turned back the duvet and was surprised to see a large cock dildo on
the sheet. There was a note with it. "If you are in need of a comforter,
suck this."
I picked it up and put it to my lips, then parted my lips and took the
bulbous end into my mouth. My other hand stroked my rapidly hardening
cock through my knickers. I pulled my knickers down to my thighs. I
pulled back my foreskin, licked my fingers and used them to moisten the
end of my knob. I licked the fingers of one hand again and fondled the
head of my cock as I simultaneously used my mouth and lips on the dildo.
I tried to imagine what I already knew to be impossible; that I was
sucking my own cock. Just before climaxing, I put the dildo down on the
bed so that I could use my hand to collect the gushing cum. Then I
smeared the cream on the end of the dildo and spent a few moments
removing it again by licking and sucking.
It wasn't much later that I drifted off to sleep. Sucking my comforter.
I was a bit disoriented when I woke up the next morning. Then the
memories flooded back. I was back in my lodgings. I had tits. I was
wearing a nightie and knickers. And I had gone to sleep sucking a dildo.
I found the dildo on my pillow. I took hold of it and reached down under
the duvet. My cock was already stiffening. I stroked it through my
knickers with the end of the dildo. Cock to cock. Very soon I had to rush
to the bathroom to avoid making a sticky mess.
Half an hour or so later I was shaved, showered and dressed. I had put on
a little make-up. But what was I going to do now?
I knew that some shopping was necessary. There was hardly any food in the
fridge. It was Sunday and still early enough that there would not be too
many people about. I put the raincoat on, even though it was a bright
sunny day. At least the raincoat was an inch or so longer than my dress.
But as I walked along to the local mini-market, I knew I was still
showing a lot of leg. There weren't many people about. But I felt as if
the few that were had me under observation. Looking at my legs. Or my
large bust. And this definitely did not feel such a safe area as the
place where the apartment was located.
The male assistant in the store stared at me. I could see that he was
trying to work out whether he knew me. I had been in the store quite
often. But not with tits and a short skirt. I bought a few items and left
as quickly as possible without speaking more than a mumbled "Thanks."
As I made my way back to my lodgings I could only think of problems.
There were several people in the area with whom I had had business.
People who had known me in boy mode. And probably many more who knew me
by sight. It would only be a matter of time before someone made the
connection. And what would happen when this happened? Probably the word
would get round pretty quickly. I couldn't immediately go back to boy
mode. I didn't have any male clothes. And even if I had, I couldn't hide
the shape of my large bust. And my nyloned legs were very noticeable in
my short skirts. If I wanted to get a longer dress I would need to know
my dress size. And I didn't. And I didn't have a job. And how could I go
to a job interview in a skirt?
By the time I got back inside my lodgings I was feeling very sorry for
myself. I rang Aunt Alice and asked if I could come back to the
apartment. "Very well," she replied. "I'll get Mrs Roberts to drive over
on Monday morning and pick you up." She rang off.
I felt a little relieved after this and managed to eat a little lunch.
I sat and watched television to pass the time. There wasn't much on that
was interesting. I picked up the cock dildo. It seemed as if this was my
only friend and companion at the present. I examined it carefully. It had
balls, but no pubic hair. Rather like me just now. There was no foreskin
covering its shiny pink end. I put it to my lips and licked it. Then I
put the knob-end in my mouth and pleasured it with my tongue. I didn't
have any desire to suck a real man's cock. In fact that seemed rather
disgusting. I wished it was my own cock. Of course, at this stage my own
cock was as hard and nearly as large as the dildo. My left hand was
fondling it through my silky knickers while my right hand was holding the
dildo to my lips. My skirt was up round my waist. I could see the shape
of my cock in my knickers. My sissy cock. And my pale hairless thighs
above my dark shiny shocking-tops. Sissy thighs. A sissy boy in a skirt
and girls' underwear. And a sissy cock that loved the sensation. Maybe
sucking a sissy cock would be nice. Even if it wasn't mine...
I had to rush to the bathroom. A short while later I was sitting in front
of the television again. My sissy cock now tiny and tucked inside the
comforting silkiness of my knickers. My sissy balls now feeling drained.
By evening time I was starting to feel hungry again. I realised that I
could use my phone to order a pizza delivery. I wouldn't have to venture
outside the lodgings. The young man who delivered it gave me a good
looking over. I took my time counting the money from my purse. I thought
I could detect an erection in his trousers as he ogled my bust and legs.
I didn't fancy him at all. But it was exciting to know that he was turned
on by the sight of my sexy body. When I turned round after closing the
door, I saw that the dildo was on the chair. It would have been in plain
view from the doorway. I wondered if he had seen it. Now my sissy cock
was hard again.
I sat at the table to eat the pizza. My erection was lifting the front of
my skirt. But I didn't touch it. Not until I had finished eating.
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