1. Fashion'Slave


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, First Time, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    are,&#034 he finally declared, &#034all ready for a nice shopping spree and the admiration of an endless string of admirers at teatime.&#034 While he turned to Sylvia to finalize his work for her, I was left to my thoughts seeing myself in the big mirror. I was almost stupefied from what I had just witnessed. What so far I had regarded as just plain long hair on a boy, had suddenly been turned in the most beautiful girlish head of hair you could imagine. Now the last thing in my looks that could have reminded me of my former existence as a boy had been erased. Now I truly was a girl, nothing remained from my boyish past. Even if other people had seen a girl in me because of my dresses and makeup, to me it had been different I still had the same hair as I had as a boy. This was the last tie which held me to my male past. Now this was gone too. In a way it was a relief, now I was a girl completely -- nothing in my looks reminded me of my former existence. But at the same time I was a little scared. Would I ever be able to revert to being a boy? But I decided to enjoy the moment, to enjoy the fact that I certainly looked like a very attractive girl. I really had no other choice anyway. When Sylvia was ready, she had a coiffure almost identical to mine, she paid, gave Marcel a large tip and we left. We slowly strolled through the busy streets and I began to notice and even enjoy the admiring glances of passing men. Sylvia directed our steps to &#034Le Salon des Chapeaux&#034, ...
    a sweet old- fashioned milliners shop which we had already passed before. I had detected some very nice little hats in their window and now was really eager to try some on. On second thought, reflecting on the situation and my feelings, I couldn't believe it myself: two days ago a rough boy in jeans and a sweat shirt -- now all decked out as a pretty girl from the high heels, the gleaming stockings, the narrow skirt and the matching sweater under a wide cape, coiffed by a master and artfully made up, thrilled to the bone anticipating a session in a milliners store trying on ladies' hats. What had happened to me? We entered and were greeted by an elderly lady, the owner, and her young assistant. Sylvia explained that we wanted to see a few hats for me. I was not at all sure, what would suit me best, there were so many different styles and colors and materials, some with veils, some with feathers, some really outrageous models decorated with fake fruits, some with large brims, some little pillboxes -- the variations were endless. Sylvia was not flustered at all by the endless variety presented to us. She selected a few small black hats made of lacquered straw and of fine felt all with little veils that could be drawn over the face down to the chin or arranged so it would just come down over the eyes. She made me put them all on and let me look into the three part cheval mirror that allowed me to see me from all sides. After some deliberation we selected a little three pointed ...
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