By the end of the first week, I had completely transformed into a girl. I no longer wore men's clothing and my daily routine now consisted of showering, shaving and practising my makeup techniques before deciding on what outfit I was going to wear next. I had completely succumbed to feminization and needed to dress slutty in order to feel fulfilled.
On this morning I rifled through the wardrobe looking for a sexy outfit, holding my breath as I came across an inappropriately short sequinned blue mini dress with ruffled hem. "Oh fuck me," I mumbled with girly surprise.
I was already wearing a sexy black three-piece set, complete with matching silk bra, thong, garter and stockings as I pulled the dress from the hanger, excitedly slipping it on over my lingerie. I stood back in my high heels and admired the slutty whore standing before me in the mirror.
"I need your cock!" I mouthed seductively, dropping to my knees and reaching for one of the many toys that lay strewn across the floor. I picked up a rubber cock and licked the suction pad base, sticking it onto the mirror and running my tongue up the length of it. Staring into my reflection as I began to roleplay.
"Do you want me to suck your dick, baby?" I whispered, dreaming of the real thing as I quickly sank my mouth over the rubber cock, gagging as I deep throated it. My mouth salivated as I bobbed my head over the cock, feeling the dress rub against my stockings, the thrilling sensation as it pulled tightly against my ass.
My eyes flickered in excitement as I watched myself sucking cock, the dress riding up my legs, exposing my garter belt and tops of my stockings. I closed my eyes and thought about Teresa, imagining her sucking her husband's cock.
The fantasy sent a rush of heat down to my crotch, lifting my dress further and picking up a large vibrator before slowly easing it into my pink boy pussy. "Oooh yes baby, you want to fuck me, don't you?" I squealed as I began slowly riding it. "That's it, baby. I'm your sissy slut."
I screamed with pleasure as I rode and bounced onto the vibrator, speeding up and leaning forward as I continued sucking the rubber cock dangling from the mirror. It felt as if I was being double-teamed and sent rushes of tingling sensations through my body. Had Teresa ever been this naughty? I thought to myself.
My tiny clitty was oozing pre-come into my silk thong that stretched across my ass clinging to my hips as I pushed myself deeper onto the vibrator. I let out an orgasmic scream, sinking back further. "Take me," I moaned. "Fuck my pussy baby!"
I was edging closer to a full-blown orgasm, freeing my nipple and squeezing it tightly, bouncing onto the vibrator as my ass cheeks slammed harder against the floor. I took one more look at myself in the mirror, watching intently as I felt a rush of anal orgasm vibrate against my g-spot, cum trickling from my soft clitty.
"Yes, baby!" I screamed, feeling the vibrator deep inside me as I continued fucking myself harder and faster until I came to a climax.
After a quick shower, I towelled off and slipped back into some pretty pink lingerie. I decided to take a picture of myself standing against a cupboard in the hallway. I looked at the image, noticing how slender my body was, how sexy my legs were and how feminine I had become.
Teresa's name lit up on the screen, startling me. 'Shit,' I thought, suddenly conscious of what I was doing. "Hello," I answered timidly.
"Hi sweetie, how are you?" She shouted down the phone, the sound of loud chatter and music blaring in the background.
"I'm fine," I replied.
"How is everything in the house, you making yourself at home?' She inquired.
"Oh yes, everything here is great," I replied, looking down at her pink stockings and lingerie stretched tightly against my body. "I'm settling in ok."
"Oh, good, glad everything is going well. Listen, I gotta go, this call is costing a fortune. Lots of love, help yourself to anything you want and remember, Mi casa es su casa," she said, quickly ending the call.
I wandered downstairs and into the kitchen, enjoying the sound of my high heels clicking on the tiled floor, searching for something to eat for breakfast. 'Dammit,' I thought. There was barely any food left in the house. I stopped and thought for a second when suddenly the idea popped into my head.
Why not just go shopping dressed en femme? The thought both scared and excited me at the same time. Adrenaline pumped through me as I quickly tiptoed up the stairs to see what kind of outfit I could put together.
Sifting through a few ideas I slipped on a cute light grey pencil skirt and a black ribbed long sleeve crop top that matched my heels. I brushed my long brunette wig and took my time applying makeup to make sure I looked convincingly feminine, before leaving the house.
After a short drive, I arrived at the local supermarket. I felt so self-conscious as I stepped out of the car and teetered across the parking lot into the store. I felt as if the whole world was watching me, nervously grabbing a trolley and heading down an aisle. A few men seemed to be staring at me as I shopped and one woman gave her husband a dirty look as she caught him staring at my ass.
A young guy in his early twenties seemed to be following me around the store. I couldn't tell if it was just coincidence so I decided to loiter around the canned goods aisle. Scanning the items on the shelf, I casually glanced over and saw him subtly watching me. Something came over me and I felt the urge to tease him, bending over to pick up a can from the bottom shelf, ensuring he got an eyeful of my tight ass.
Slowly bending back up, I looked over my shoulder, seeing his eyes wild with delight and his mouth wide open in awe. A tingle ran up over my body and back down again, making me smile gleefully. Strutting further down the aisle, I swung my hips and tiptoed in my heels, stopping to look up at a shelf and exaggerating as I struggled to reach something from the top.
He motioned over and reached up to assist me. "Here, let me help you," he said, grabbing the item and handing it to me.
"Thank you," I replied, raising my tone in a high pitched girly voice.
"No problem, I'm Jackson." His response shocking me as I struggled to think of a name.
"Melanie," I replied mousily.
"I'm so sorry I never do this but I'd hate myself if I didn't ask you. Is there any chance you'd like to get a drink with me sometime?"
I blushed at his invitation, blood rushing to my head and making me feel faint and stupid. "Umm, ok," I replied sounding like a bimbo. I gave him my number and asked him to text me later as I waltzed away and finished shopping. I was giddy on the drive home, reflecting on the experience of being chatted up by a cute young guy.
A hundred questions ran through my head. How did I feel about this? Did he know I had a secret tucked away behind my thong? Was I really going to meet him and how far would I let it go if I did? I pulled up in the driveway, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I rushed inside with the shopping, dumping it on the side and heading upstairs to lay down.