1. The Pill - part 1


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Shemales, Author: mallenwc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    myself, I looked back in the mirror. I was now looking at a very beautiful woman. I seem to have lost 10-15 years in age. My boobs now looked to be a C or D cup even, and my figure was stunning, slim waist, wide hips and incredible legs. I was going to have fun in this body, but couldn't spend the day sitting on the van. I looked over to the rack of clothes I had been secretly purchasing for the last few months. Of course, I could not have known what size I would be, or what would suit me, so there was a range. I opened a bag containing different sizes of underwear, first pulling out a pair of large &#034Bridget Jones&#034 knickers. I discarded them and pulled out a black lacy thong. I pulled it on and it fitted perfectly. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Oh, man! Next out of the bag came a lace, black suspender belt. I put it round my waist, but it was too loose. I dug again and came up with one two sizes smaller. Next I opened a pack of sheer black stockings. It took me a couple of attempts before I had them right. Next came the choice of bra. I had guessed right, I was between a C and D cup. In the end I chose a lacy, white C cup, because of how it pushed my new tits upwards. Nice rack! I thought. My eye travelled along to the few party dresses, hanging on a rack on their coat hangers. My favourite one was a gold dress - consisting of not much material - with a short skirt, low cut top, plunging back, and the rest figure-hugging. I wondered if I had the figure for it, ...
    how it would look. I tried it on and looked in the mirror. I would have to lose the bra, but the rest was fantastic. Best of all, the dress would fold very small and not crease: I could take it with me to wear in the evening later. I took it back off and put it on the chair. Instead I chose a white, sleeveless blouse, with buttons that could be left undone, if required and a tight, short black skirt, which just covered my stocking tops. I chose a pair of shoes, whose heels were not too high - I wasn't sure how practiced I would be in walking in high heels and put them on. I put on a necklace, bracelet - with some difficulty (how did girls do this?!) and even a nice feminine watch, I had bought as an afterthought during my preparations. Now I was on to the final accessories. I picked up a black handbag and carefully folded the gold dress into it. This left me enough room for a couple of other items: a spare thong, the cheap pay-as-you-go mobile phone I had bought, a wedge of cash and, after a few good sprays, my favourite ladies' perfume, sunglasses, a hairbrush, then after some very careful application, a lipstick. That had been something I had practiced for a few weeks: applying lipstick. Having looked at myself in the mirror, even by the less than perfect lighting in the van, I didn't need much make-up; I was gorgeous! But, as a man, I had always liked lipstick on a girl - so sexy! I stood back to admire the effect. Perfect! I opened the door of the van and stepped back out ...
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