Fallin down the rabbit hole

the lighting is soft and golden.

the plush carpet feels expensive under your bare feet.

you're standing in front of the three-way mirror, feeling completely exposed and ridiculous.

you just pulled up the silk thong she handed you.

you feel so vulnerable. your breath is shallow.

she isn't even in the stall with you.

she's sitting on the velvet bench right outside your curtain, her long legs crossed.

"well?" her voice floats through the heavy fabric. "let me see, bitch."

you slowly pull the curtain back.

you stand there, trembling a little, trying to cover yourself.

she looks up at you. zero judgment. zero shock.

just the clinical, supportive eye of a best friend evaluating an outfit.

"no, stop trying to hide it…" she says, her voice smooth and bossy.

"turn around. let me see the baaaack."

you swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs, and slowly turn around.

you present your flat little ass to her in the tiny strip of silk.

"oh my god, yessss…" she gasps softly, a genuine compliment.

"babe, that is liiiiterally perfect on you… it makes your peach look sooo cute…"

she stands up, walking over to adjust the strap on your hip, her nails grazing your bare skin.

"you are liiiiterally buying these. in every color. the boys are gonna go absolutely feral for this on you."

she isn't turned on. she's styling you.

she's dressing you up for the real men outside.

the realization that she is your personal sissy stylist makes your dick twitch helplessly in that tiny silk pouch.

it's giving… retail therapy, dressing room secrets, sissy makeover. 💳🎀

Dm if you ready to submit and make me take over completely as your trans mommy note:(not freee)

Show me your cocks boys maybe if I’m impressed I’ll let you take me on a date and even pick my outfit and nail color 💋💋💋