degradedsissy1:You wife is away with the girls for 3 days.She knows you dress and tolerates it, unco
degradedsissy1:You wife is away with the girls for 3 days.She knows you dress and tolerates it, uncomfortably, but hates the notion that you would go out in public dressed.Now is your chance.You go to the waxing salon and get a full body wax so you legs and body are smooth and totally hairless.You carefully paint your fingernails and toenails with a deep red polish.You shower and carefully apply your makeup. Then your shoulder length brunette wig. The girl in you is beginning to take shape.Then you pull your soft black pantyhose up your legs.This is always the most pleasurable part of dressing - the sexy feminine look they afford your legs and the the gentle friction as you rub you legs together.You slip on a pair of dark blue, satin panties, with a black lace trim.Then the blue satin backless dress you bought that morning - it gave you such a rush asking the salesgirl if you could try it on after she asked if it was for your wife.Then you pair of black suede stilettos which gave your pantyhose encase legs such a long sleek feminine look and forced such a mincing, feminine gait when you walked.You were so turned on by your image in the mirror and you felt like jerking off in your panties as your gently caressed your nylon sheathed legs, turned on by your own feminine image in the mirror.But that would ruin a good evening prematurely and waste a rare opportunity, so you summoned all your willpower to bring the self gratification to a stop.A delicate, understated diamanté bracelet, with matching earrings and necklace; a spray of sweet Dolce & Gabbana perfume; a black satin clutch bag, some lipstick and perfume to take with you; a little cash, credit card ann car keys and you were ready to go.You knew you wouldn’t pass as a woman on close inspection - too tall, shoulders a little broad and a bit of an Adams Apple. And of course, once you spoke all pretense would be gone.But passing wasn’t the name of the game. It was about being seen. You looked hot.Straight guys would always steal a second glacé when they thought mates weren’t looking. They were turned on by what they saw but have difficulty reconciling it with their own sexuality and gender perceptions.On this occasion you chose not to go to one of the gay bars you had frequented on previous occasions, when you had the opportunity. Gay bars are very accepting, but you don’t attract the attention you get from “straight” men. Transvestites an crossdressers are common place in gay bars. This time you were not out for acceptance or to blend in. You were put for excitement.Instead you went to the cocktail bar at one of the swishest hotels in town.You immediately turned heads as you pranced in, loving the whole feeling of you feminine gait, the shimmer of your pantyhose.You were incredibly nervous, but it was such an exciting rush, to be out there dressed sexily, in women’s clothing, being seen by straight men and women. It was a bit frightening; a bit humiliating, but terribly arousing.You had lots of interactions with mixed groups of guys and girls - some just complementing you on you clothes and your style, others politely touching on the subject of you being a crossdresser. Talking about that was a bit embarrassing but a turn-on at the same time.It was a thoroughly enjoyable evening and you began to think about going home.Then, a young businessman who had been there with a small group earlier, and who kept looking at you, returned to the bar and made a B-line straight for you.He began flirting.You didn’t know where this was going but it made you feel terribly girly. You were in control of the situation and it would be harmless to play along for while.He bought you a couple of drinks. You were getting a little light-headed.Suddenly his fingers were gently stroking you pantyhose clad knees and thighs.You were not into men, but the sensation was arousing, and it made you feel even more girly.Next he began to nibble at your neck.You were dressed in women’s clothing, in a swish, crowded cocktail bar, being seduced by a MAN.You we’re married to a beautiful wife, what on earth were you doing, you briefly the thought.But the intensity of his seduction increased. It achieved what was intended - you felt seduced.Next he invited you to his room.You had had a drink or two too many and were swept up in the moment and you agreed, naïvely telling yourself that you would simply tell him you were not into men, once it started to go too far. Deep down you knew it had already gone too far.As you left the bar with him, all eyes were focused on you and him.Their imaginations were ruining wild.Once in his room he motioned you to the couch and offered you another drink.As you both sat there, with you wine glasses in front of you, the seduction resumed.He put one arm across your shoulder, as another worked its way up your pantyhosed thigh to your crotch, where you were reminded of your manhood as your tucked cock began to strain inside your pantyhose.Suddenly his tongue was thrusting its way into your mouth.Being kissed by a man for the first time and feeling his stubble was not a physically pleasant experience, but the forcefulness of it, the notion of feeling weak, feminine and seduced took over, as he began to grope you all over.Eventually he made his way to the bed and began to undress and motioned you towards him.You stood there at the window. You thought of your beautiful wife and the normal life you lead. Somehow you knew that this was the point of no return. Looking your reflection - at your disheveled wig; the sexy dress; you knew that you had probably already passed the point of no return. He was not going to let you leave the room, and you had neither the strength or willpower to insist. The swelling of the remnant of your manhood, straining against its tucked imprisonment in your pantyhose was proof that you weren’t going anywhere.As you looked at your reflection you knew that you were about to be fucked like a girl….by a MAN. For the first time! A virgin about to be deflowered!You walked into that hotel a saucy, hetero transvestite, just indulging a harmless kink. You were going to walk out a sissy faggot.Your life would never be the same. -- source link