1. Bobbi


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

    of the shower, and unwrapped the towel that I had put on my head like a turban to keep my hair dry. My real hair was long enough now that I did not need to wear a wig. I went to the mirror to fuss it back into the basics of the feminine style in which I now wore it. The waves and curls had been a surprise to those who knew me as a boy, but they passed it off as just another indication of me being a queer. Edith liked it, and so did I, so that was that. I toweled off, and splashed some perfumed after-bath lotion all over myself. I was beginning to feel a lot more feminine now, and that was just what I wanted. I put my robe back on, and headed for the bedroom. I did not have too much time left, so I tossed the robe onto the bed, and dipped right into my lingerie drawer. I pulled a pair of my sexiest black lace panties up over my legs, and tucked my penis securely back into my crotch as far as I could stretch it. The panties were tight enough to both hold my penis there, and make me feel like the sexy woman that I was. I buckled a black lace garter-belt around my waist, and hooked a pair of my sheerest stockings to it after I slipped my legs into them. A matching black lace bra soon was hooked around my chest, and filled as best I could with my tiny breasts. The bra was an extra-padded one because I did not want to use my falsies in case I had to remove my blouse for any reason. I put on a red silk blouse with very short sleeves, a scooped shawl- like neckline, and buttons down ...
    the back to top off my tight black skirt that fell to just above my knees. An application of red lipstick and pink eye shadow followed my foundation, face powder, and blush. A single strand of pearls adorned my neck, and pearl dangle earrings hung from my lobes. I stepped into a pair of black patent leather pumps with four inch heels, and put on a black jacket to match the skirt to which I affixed a pearl s**tter pin. I put my things into a black patent leather bag with a shoulder strap, and I was ready to go. I took a last look in the mirror, and I was on my way. Out on the street again, I walked up to 8th Avenue to hail a cab. It was about 1:30PM, so I still had half an hour to get to the interview. I got a whistle from some men who were digging up the street, so I knew that I had accomplished what I had set out to do. I looked as much like a woman as I could. I only hoped that I looked good enough to get the job. It only took a short time to find a cab, and we were off into the beep and creep of midtown traffic. It took some twenty minutes to get to the address that I had given the driver, so I arrived at the building with about ten minutes to go before my appointment. I paid the driver, and went upstairs to find the coat company. There were about f******n other women in the reception area when I arrived. &#034May I help you?&#034 said the receptionist as I approached. &#034I'm here about the modeling job,&#034 I said with a smile. &#034All right, she answered, &#034so are ...