#sissyfied

I thought I had gone home, but I woke up with the feeling that hundreds of soft fingers, light as feathers, were caressing my legs. In my dream, my feet seemed to be tied down. It turned me on so much... my morning erection felt much stronger than usual...

I woke up and don’t know what I dreamed, but I wish it would never end. I kept my eyes closed to hold on to the moment for as long as possible. Then I heard the click of a camera, which made me open my eyes...

I saw a beautiful stranger standing next to me; I was surprised to see my own eyelashes, and the wonderful sensation of hundreds of fingers running over my leg was still there. I wanted to get up, and that’s when I noticed what I was wearing. I was startled—especially because my erection was still very firm. This also meant I couldn’t get angry.

She slowly moved behind me and began to massage me very gently in a spot that made it impossible for me to think. And it went from gentle to increasingly intense...

She told me she’d found me yesterday and didn’t want to let me go anymore... She asked if that was okay with me, and all I could manage was “oooh yeah”.... She suddenly stopped.... I looked at her pleadingly. “Then ask!” she said defiantly...

I begged her, “Please, keep going......” She started again, very slowly: “I want to make you feel like a woman. Tell me—should I stop or keep going....”

I groaned softly, “This isn’t fair...” She wanted to stop, but then I said, moaning, “Okay, just this once.” “How are you feeling now?” she asked insistently. “I feel feminine,” she said cautiously. Then she picked up the pace and whispered in my ear, “I know it, you know it, but now you’re mine...”

kik: daddymanfred59

telegram: daddymanfred59

if you are ready to be my favorite sissy and you are interested in Big Black Cock

My husband acts like he hates dressing up as a woman. I caught him doing it a long time ago without him knowing. I just give him a little help so it goes a bit faster.

He doesn’t know yet that in a month I’ll stop “dominating” him. By then, stopping won’t be an option anymore—I wonder how he’ll manage, especially since I’ll let his friends catch him in the act....

The answer I received was what I had hoped for, but it was not something I had expected. You can see the surprise in my eyes when I heard it.

Now I know that won't happen, you my boyfriend. You wanted to give it a try, and now you see it, too. You were made for tights, dresses, and skirts❣️ You didn't just stop at the red dress and pantyhose; you topped it all off with that cute, fluffy, black jacket,What you found in my closet, which was not one in my room but in the guest room. I should have stopped, but you were sitting there so calmly, being so patient. When you looked in the mirror, you saw it for yourself. You were captivated by your own reflection. You almost saw your feminine self take over your masculine self. Am I wrong?

I could only confirm it and looked in the mirror again. "I can take it off and go home," I said helplessly. "Is that what you want? Because if you do, I'll ask you again, you look so hot now, and that wouldn't be fair, so we wouldn't be able to see each other anymore. I'm so sorry," she said, looking at me with almost pleading eyes.

"I still want you around, but more as a girlfriend. I'm so Sorry!" She told me. Then she looked at me. She had a shy and guilty look on her face. She said:"I should have warned you earlier. I knew this would happen because you're nicer than most guys."

"Look at you! You're so adorable. Let's go into the garden, cool down, and take some time to think about the situation."