1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    when she ordered dessert for us, and I was just as tongue-tied and mute as before. The waitress gave me an odd look. 'Why is she the one doing the ordering?' We'd been there before, you see. Dessert gave me just enough time to get my breathing, and my, err, circulation, under control. She paid the bill, and motioned me toward the door. When we got to the park, she gave me a sidelong glance, then shrugged her purse off and hung it on my shoulder. I blushed again. Purse, flowers. But, hey, I justified, people can put it down to young love. An odd feeling, though, to have the thing banging on my hip. On the other hip, Nancy's familiar softness, her perfume. Her arm around my waist, walking me home. The park was four blocks from my house. I wasn't sure what she would do, at that point. Back off? Come inside? I *needed* some time to deal with this, and to deal with the disturbingly deep arousal her taking the dominant role provoked in me. She came inside. She didn't even ask. I got cranked up another notch, just looking at her for directions. She looked around, frowned, and then smiled at me. &#034Go put on your makeup, sweetie,&#034 she told me, turning toward the kitchen. &#034Oh, I almost forgot. There's something for you in my purse.&#034 The package that I opened with trembling fingers turned out to contain perfume. The same kind that I had bought for her, that she wore. A hint, obviously. And if she had read the stories, she knew the effect perfume had on me -- well, on ...
    the &#034hero,&#034 which was me in drag. I blushed slightly. &#034Infelicitous choice of phrase, Lee,&#034 I muttered to myself, and drifted off to the bathroom. Where I would put on perfume, and start *feeling* feminine. Panties arouse me. Perfume softens me. Weakens me. Feminizes me, I guess. Strengthens me oddly, I discovered. With the delicate scent in my nostrils, the trembling of my hands decreased, and I got my makeup on in reasonably well, if still clumsily. I heard music start up from the direction of the bedroom, where my stereo was, and then Nancy came through the door, carrying something. &#034You look very pretty, sweetie,&#034 she told me. &#034But we're going to have to do something about your wardrobe!&#034 She slipped back out, and I discovered that she had brought the least objectionable of my skirts, and a blouse that happened to fit very badly. It was pretty, which was about all one could say for it. The perfume hadn't given me quite enough strength, it seemed. I changed into skirt and blouse easily enough, but leaving the relative safety of the bathroom was beyond me. I looked ridiculous, and knew it. I dreaded the moment when Nancy discovered it. I stood there, trying *not* to look at the mirror, and shaking every time I considered going out the door. And aroused. I had a feeling that I would have a case of blue- balls to match any sixteen-year-old's if this went on much longer. &#034Are you practicing the 'Make 'em wait' part?&#034 She was there, and I ...
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