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The Passage of Lydia Part 2
Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Shemales, Author: fifebi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
Let me continue my tale …….. I sat in front of the mirror and saw my pale face as a blank canvas but the array of lip sticks, foundation, eye shadow etc. filled me with dread, I’d watch my mum getting ready and the way her hands would wave our her face and then presto she was all glammed up. I have to admit it was a disaster and my attempts made me look as if I had been beaten up. Dismayed I thought I would checkout the hat boxes on top of the wardrobe. Eureka! I giggled like a little girl when I found no hats but 6 wigs, and by the soft feel they were good ones. I was drawn to the shoulder length auburn one and after a few attempts got it sitting as good as I could atop my head. I gave it as good a brush as I could manage without tearing it to shreds, having never had to brush long hair before. I stood at the full length mirror d***k on the vision before me. OK, I wasn’t going to pass as anything but a gangly teenage boy in drag but I felt ….ALIVE. I spent some time walking around the house trying to behave as a girl would, the swaying of hips and one foot in front of the other when walking. I tried to do everything from making a coffee to having a pee just like a girl. IT FELT bl**dY MARVELOUS. I loved the feeling as my inner thighs rubbed together and the soft rasp of the material sent tingles like electricity through my head. I took on this role like a budding actress. I took this female me back to Aunty Bev’s room and lay on the bed, positioning the mirror so I ... could view myself as though I were watching a movie of ….me. My hands were all over my legs and my cock was straining against the tight fabric and I was as horny as I had ever been. I felt slightly detached watching this awkward girl release her hot hard cock from panties and tights and one hand stroking slowly as the other caressed nylon and found a bra clad nipple to tweak. I removed the blouse and slowly and as sensually as I could I slipped the skirt down to my ankles. I wanted to cum so much but I wanted this moment to last as if it was never going to happen again. I lay there swimming in desires and hormones colliding, breathing hard and in time to my stroking and then that tingle starting to build and then that groan as I felt the hot stickiness rush up through my cock and explode on my belly, bra and over my hand. It was even better than before. I lay there looking at my reflection and thinking this was as natural as anything. I tidied myself up and hopefully retraced steps etc. and put things back as it should be. I got on with regular stuff for the remains of the day but my mind wasn’t that far from earlier activities. Bev came home and although I tried to behave ‘normal’ I got the impression she knew, but I told myself to stop being paranoid. Over the next few days every spare moment went into practicing, make up, hair and clothes combinations. I fully shaved what little hair I had and that feeling of rolling a stocking on a shaved leg was NIRVANA! Aunt Bev seemed ...