1. Trust


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

    unremarkably pretty. Feminine. Girlish. *Sissy.* I *hated* that word, almost as much as I hated 'pantywaist.' Nancy knew that from reading the stories, of course, since sooner or later all the sissy heroes had to admit that they were sissies. I was *living* a sort of fantasy, and it was giving me the *creeps.* Seeing my face transformed into something feminine, nearly *female,* shook me to the depths. I stood up abruptly, intending to walk over closer to find the flaws and reassure myself. Stopped equally abruptly. The dress... transformed my usual motions. Softened things. I took a couple steps. It swirled when I walked, emphasizing first one leg, and then the other. The fullness of it also gave me a sort of illusion of hips. I gulped, and looked at the door, then grinned slightly, remembering my teenaged days, when I'd snuck into my s****r's room and kept one eye on her door while I rooted through her underwear drawer. Then I turned around, looking over my shoulder, and tried to watch myself walk from behind. Darted another glance at the door, and bounced experimentally. The skirt swirled a bit, but I didn't achieve the effect I wanted. Marilyn Monroe from behind, basically. So I bouced some more, and when that didn't serve to flip the skirt up, I lifted it, pretending that my hands were a breeze, and craned my head around over my shoulder again. &#034If you're done showing off,&#034 Nancy said shortly, &#034go wait in the living room. I need to change.&#034 My head ...
    snapped back around to face her, and I dropped the skirt as if it burned me. Embarrassed, I started for the door. And stopped, as she stepped inside and opened the closet. &#034Umm, Nancy?&#034 I asked, a hideous doubt springing up and growing to larger-than-life-size all in the space of seconds. &#034Shouldn't I change, too?&#034 She looked at me, her face telling me nothing. &#034I mean... I c-can't go out l-like *this!&#034* &#034You wear what I tell you to wear while you're here,&#034 she said, with no sign of softening, and repeated, &#034Go wait for me in the living room. Stay out of the kitchen.&#034 I got as far as the hall mirror before stopping. She meant to take me somewhere in this... in this *costume.* &#034Why don't I just wear a sign that says 'Pervert?'&#034 I grumbled to my reflection. It was not a pretty reflection. For one thing, the bl**d had drained from my face, and the makeup had gotten pretty obvious. &#034I *can't* do this! They'll ride me out of town on a rail!&#034 I looked at the bedroom door. It opened. &#034I thought I told you to wait in the living room?&#034 Nancy said, walking toward the kitchen. I gathered up my courage again. &#034Sh-should I change now?&#034 &#034No. You look fine. For the third time, go wait in the living room.&#034 &#034No!&#034 I screamed, and stopped, shocked at myself, shaking. &#034I w-*won't* wear this! I b-burned *my* leg, too, you know, but I'm not trying to, to drag you outside in your p-p-pa-p-pan... in your ...
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