1. The Passage of Lydia Part 3


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Shemales, Author: fifebi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    up a pair of black patent leather sling backs.” 2 inch heels for now, don’t want accidents” she giggled “There, look, look at Lydia” she beamed as she led me to the full length mirror. “TA DAAA!” There are still no words to describe my emotions at who stood before me. I was unrecognisable, had curves in the right places, my face, the hair, the nails …oh everything. “ I am beautiful” I whispered “I am a beautiful woman” I kept repeating. I looked at Aunty Bev and she had serious tears in her eyes “Yes Lydia, you are beautiful; you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” I threw myself into her arms and hugged her. “Now don’t you cry or get any make up smudged. We aint done yet my girl” She took a bottle from the dresser and gave me a few sprays on my neck. “ Nina Ricci, my favourite she added” Aunty Bev asked me to go down stairs and fix some more drinks and give her twenty minutes for her to get ready and for me to practice in the shoes. I had had a fair bit of practice recently but this was different. Before I was a young man dressing in my Aunty Bev’s things, Now I was Lydia, my Aunty Bev’s creation .I couldn’t help but have a chortle as I slowly made my way down the stairs ,mimicking the scene from Frankenstein “ IT’S ALIVE!!!” I walked around the kitchen, catching glimpses in every shiny surface. The hair moved freely and light like a butterfly’s wings, the ends tickling my neck and cheeks. It felt so alien trying to pick up things with these nails but this was ...
    all part of the learning curve. I fixed the drinks and took them to the lounge. I sat on the chair , my skirt riding up a bit and the split showing enough stocking leg to tease, I casually ran my fingers up my calf, over the knee and along the outside of my thigh ,DAMN it felt great. I stood at the huge antique mirror above the fireplace, the reflection showed the whole room with me at the centre. I posed, front, back and rear, drinking in this sight of Lydia, no trace of Neil except what lay beneath the veneer. I ran my hands over the silk blouse, cupping the fake breasts. They felt soft and not as strange as I had imagined. My boy clitty began swell, the feeling of it growing against the expensive panties caused giddiness, or maybe it was the whisky? I closed my eyes and drew in a few deep breaths and thanked my luck. I was brought back to the room by the door opening behind me and in the mirror a vision which will forever be with me took the biggest breath from me. Aunty Bev stood framed in the doorway in an outfit not dissimilar to what I was wearing, however her blouse was a stunning shade of red and the pencil style skirt was leather, and her shoes were red patent with heels at least twice as big as mine. With her hair pulled up and her make-up it made her look quite stern. “Well young lady?” I could only stammer “Oh my god, Aunty Bev you look fabulous.” She didn’t walk towards me, more a sassy glide. She accepted the glass I held out to her then planted 2 kisses on my ...
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