Room 118
I had been exercising for months; running to make my long legs sinewy and strong and swimming for overall tone. Incorporated some yoga to increase my flexibility. Combined with a low carb & low fat diet I felt my body become more feminine. It was time.
The day before the big event I had scheduled a full body waxing, as I had done occasionally in the past. Sissies are to be smooth all over. The waxer commented on how lean I had become, which not only made me feel good about my accomplishment but sent a sense of arousal through me. He wasn’t really my type but I had to concentrate when he was waxing my nether region as to not get hard.
I researched and scouted a handful of locations, finally settling on an old-school motel near the airport. It was the type of place in which the room doors opened directly into the parking lot, so no need to travel through a lobby to get in and out. I arrived and checked in late morning, requesting a room furthest away, telling the clerk I snored very loudly and didn’t want to disturb other guests. Little did she know that wasn’t the kind of noise I was worried about others hearing. She told me they had very few people staying there right now, so would put me on the very end with no other occupants nearby. Perfect!
I brought my things in and got settled. Looking around the room it appeared unintentionally retro-chic, like I stepped back into the 1970’s. Tan and brown tones were punctuated with bits of orange and yellow. Nonetheless it was clean and well maintained and I felt it was ideal. Stretching out on the queen sized bed for a moment, it felt entirely too firm to comfortably sleep on, but perfect for my needs as a “work bench”. For the next hour I experimented with lighting and angles for my Go-Pro cameras, moving lamps and tripods around. I brought a few colored lightbulbs that I switched out and really helped set the stage. Finally feeling I had set things up to my liking, I straightened up and took a long hot shower, shaving me face closely with a brand new razor. After toweling off I lotioned my body head to toe, knowing that a gurls’ skin should be soft and smooth. After applying some moisturizing makeup primer on my face I donned a comfortable running suit and was ready to go.
My bag of clothes, jewelry and wig in the car, I anxiously headed to my makeover. There I explained the look I was going for: somewhere between pin-up girl and porn star. She grinned and gladly obliged. My heart raced with anticipation! Transformation is the ultimate form of foreplay to me. After applying foundation, she did my eyebrows, which I had previously waxed, making her job easier. She created a nice arch, which went well with the dramatic smokey cat eye she proceeded to give me. Her hand with the liquid eye liner was heavy but precise. Long thick lashes were applied, supplemented with mascara. A bit of grey glitter on my lid over the layers of pigment was the perfect touch. Shadowing and conturing was next, necessary for any gurl to look properly femme. Plumper then lip liner to give me the proper dick-sucking pout, followed by several coats of ultra red lipstick. This was topped with lacquer to give them that shiny freshly painted look. She then sprayed my face with setting solution so it wouldn’t come off during any “intense activity”.
I had selected a set of pre-painted medium length fake nails, which she applied with glue. I didn’t need these coming off at an inopportune time for sure. I had already gotten a pedicure with matching red toenail polish.
Next we moved on to undergarments. I donned a pair of backless panties, then a cameltoe gaff over it to reign in my clitty. Next came my latex breasts. They are a one piece model, covering from my neck down to give a very realistic look and feel. A bit of adhesive on my skin and she positioned them perfectly. I loved the weight and feel of the D cups inside the sheer black bra I used to hold them. I couldn’t help caressing them a bit as if they were my own. The black satin boned corset was next, and at my request she cinched it as tight as possible without restricting my breathing. This part is always particularly erotic to me, as the feeling of being squeezed in and the tight waist and hourglass shape it gives me is a huge sensory rush.
I had chosen some 20 denier sheer black thigh-highs as hosiery. They were from Europe and expensive and had a bit of shine to them. The feeling as I pulled them onto on my freshly shorn lags was nothing short of incredible. It was a good thing my gaff was in place because I could feel things moving with excitement as I rubbed my legs together in a most feminine fashion.
I pulled on my dark red minidress and she zipped up the back. It really clung to the curves we had created. A multi strand pearl choker around my neck, some hoop earrings, and a bracelet completed the look. She placed the shoulder length chestnut brown wig onto my head, adjusting and brushing it before a light coat of hair spray to hold things in place. It had a classic sexy look, framed my face well, and made my blue eyes pop against the amazing makeup she had done. I slipped into the 4” black patent leather fuck-me heels I had brought, then stood up. She said “Take a look!”
For the first time I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow! I was a hottie! I looked like a high class call girl! I spun and posed in my most feminine fashion and she clapped. Seeing how pleased I was, she told me that I looked stunning. I blushed, but quickly recovered. I was in fact stunning! We hugged and the pressure of her ample breasts against mine was electric.
Fortunately my motel room was only a few miles away. As I drove there in female form I was nervous yet excited. What if I get pulled over? What if I’m in an accident? My mind raced! At a stoplight, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a very average-looking middle aged guy in a car in the next lane quite obviously checking me out. I looked over at him, and surprising to myself I mustered up the courage to wink. Knowing he had no idea I was a sissygurl, when he gave me a big smile back I felt a charge go through my body. My cock pulsed with a bit of pre-cum as I pulled away from the intersection.
I parked outside the room and went inside. I smoked half of a joint I had rolled with some of California’s finest, drank a little water, then fixed my lipstick. Opening my suitcase, I retrieved a small bottle of perfume. A touch on either wrist, the back of my neck, and on my inner thigh just above my stocking top. Then I grabbed the 3” metal butt plug and some lube, coated it lightly, and pulled the back of my gaff aside. Standing with my knees together and toes turned in, facing the full length mirror watching my pretty face, I slowly slid it in. Uuuuuuhhhhh...! I felt it nestle against my p-spot, gave myself a moment to adjust, then clenched around it several times. It felt SO fucking good; cool pressure on all the right spots. More pre-cum oozed. I sashayed around the room, looking at myself in every reflection. I felt like a proper slut.
After a couple minutes of admiring myself I sat down in a chair, crossing my legs as a lady should, and brushed the long locks of hair from my face. As I picked up my phone I noticed my hands shaking a just a bit as I pulled up my contacts. Selecting one with my oh-so-girly finger, I only momentarily hesitated before typing “I’m ready Daddy. Room 118.”
The return text came almost immediately: “On my way. See you soon.”
There was no turning back now.
The day before the big event I had scheduled a full body waxing, as I had done occasionally in the past. Sissies are to be smooth all over. The waxer commented on how lean I had become, which not only made me feel good about my accomplishment but sent a sense of arousal through me. He wasn’t really my type but I had to concentrate when he was waxing my nether region as to not get hard.
I researched and scouted a handful of locations, finally settling on an old-school motel near the airport. It was the type of place in which the room doors opened directly into the parking lot, so no need to travel through a lobby to get in and out. I arrived and checked in late morning, requesting a room furthest away, telling the clerk I snored very loudly and didn’t want to disturb other guests. Little did she know that wasn’t the kind of noise I was worried about others hearing. She told me they had very few people staying there right now, so would put me on the very end with no other occupants nearby. Perfect!
I brought my things in and got settled. Looking around the room it appeared unintentionally retro-chic, like I stepped back into the 1970’s. Tan and brown tones were punctuated with bits of orange and yellow. Nonetheless it was clean and well maintained and I felt it was ideal. Stretching out on the queen sized bed for a moment, it felt entirely too firm to comfortably sleep on, but perfect for my needs as a “work bench”. For the next hour I experimented with lighting and angles for my Go-Pro cameras, moving lamps and tripods around. I brought a few colored lightbulbs that I switched out and really helped set the stage. Finally feeling I had set things up to my liking, I straightened up and took a long hot shower, shaving me face closely with a brand new razor. After toweling off I lotioned my body head to toe, knowing that a gurls’ skin should be soft and smooth. After applying some moisturizing makeup primer on my face I donned a comfortable running suit and was ready to go.
My bag of clothes, jewelry and wig in the car, I anxiously headed to my makeover. There I explained the look I was going for: somewhere between pin-up girl and porn star. She grinned and gladly obliged. My heart raced with anticipation! Transformation is the ultimate form of foreplay to me. After applying foundation, she did my eyebrows, which I had previously waxed, making her job easier. She created a nice arch, which went well with the dramatic smokey cat eye she proceeded to give me. Her hand with the liquid eye liner was heavy but precise. Long thick lashes were applied, supplemented with mascara. A bit of grey glitter on my lid over the layers of pigment was the perfect touch. Shadowing and conturing was next, necessary for any gurl to look properly femme. Plumper then lip liner to give me the proper dick-sucking pout, followed by several coats of ultra red lipstick. This was topped with lacquer to give them that shiny freshly painted look. She then sprayed my face with setting solution so it wouldn’t come off during any “intense activity”.
I had selected a set of pre-painted medium length fake nails, which she applied with glue. I didn’t need these coming off at an inopportune time for sure. I had already gotten a pedicure with matching red toenail polish.
Next we moved on to undergarments. I donned a pair of backless panties, then a cameltoe gaff over it to reign in my clitty. Next came my latex breasts. They are a one piece model, covering from my neck down to give a very realistic look and feel. A bit of adhesive on my skin and she positioned them perfectly. I loved the weight and feel of the D cups inside the sheer black bra I used to hold them. I couldn’t help caressing them a bit as if they were my own. The black satin boned corset was next, and at my request she cinched it as tight as possible without restricting my breathing. This part is always particularly erotic to me, as the feeling of being squeezed in and the tight waist and hourglass shape it gives me is a huge sensory rush.
I had chosen some 20 denier sheer black thigh-highs as hosiery. They were from Europe and expensive and had a bit of shine to them. The feeling as I pulled them onto on my freshly shorn lags was nothing short of incredible. It was a good thing my gaff was in place because I could feel things moving with excitement as I rubbed my legs together in a most feminine fashion.
I pulled on my dark red minidress and she zipped up the back. It really clung to the curves we had created. A multi strand pearl choker around my neck, some hoop earrings, and a bracelet completed the look. She placed the shoulder length chestnut brown wig onto my head, adjusting and brushing it before a light coat of hair spray to hold things in place. It had a classic sexy look, framed my face well, and made my blue eyes pop against the amazing makeup she had done. I slipped into the 4” black patent leather fuck-me heels I had brought, then stood up. She said “Take a look!”
For the first time I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow! I was a hottie! I looked like a high class call girl! I spun and posed in my most feminine fashion and she clapped. Seeing how pleased I was, she told me that I looked stunning. I blushed, but quickly recovered. I was in fact stunning! We hugged and the pressure of her ample breasts against mine was electric.
Fortunately my motel room was only a few miles away. As I drove there in female form I was nervous yet excited. What if I get pulled over? What if I’m in an accident? My mind raced! At a stoplight, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a very average-looking middle aged guy in a car in the next lane quite obviously checking me out. I looked over at him, and surprising to myself I mustered up the courage to wink. Knowing he had no idea I was a sissygurl, when he gave me a big smile back I felt a charge go through my body. My cock pulsed with a bit of pre-cum as I pulled away from the intersection.
I parked outside the room and went inside. I smoked half of a joint I had rolled with some of California’s finest, drank a little water, then fixed my lipstick. Opening my suitcase, I retrieved a small bottle of perfume. A touch on either wrist, the back of my neck, and on my inner thigh just above my stocking top. Then I grabbed the 3” metal butt plug and some lube, coated it lightly, and pulled the back of my gaff aside. Standing with my knees together and toes turned in, facing the full length mirror watching my pretty face, I slowly slid it in. Uuuuuuhhhhh...! I felt it nestle against my p-spot, gave myself a moment to adjust, then clenched around it several times. It felt SO fucking good; cool pressure on all the right spots. More pre-cum oozed. I sashayed around the room, looking at myself in every reflection. I felt like a proper slut.
After a couple minutes of admiring myself I sat down in a chair, crossing my legs as a lady should, and brushed the long locks of hair from my face. As I picked up my phone I noticed my hands shaking a just a bit as I pulled up my contacts. Selecting one with my oh-so-girly finger, I only momentarily hesitated before typing “I’m ready Daddy. Room 118.”
The return text came almost immediately: “On my way. See you soon.”
There was no turning back now.
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