He’s ready now, you can pick him up anytime.
This is one of four illustrations that Rocket Dave made me for my caught in panties story a while back. I like this one the best because I think he really captured the sissy walk of shame into the beauty salon. Note: not every sissy has such great legs.
I read a very interesting article in the N.Y. Times today about the Chinese beauty app Meitu. You’re probably more interested in trying it than reading about it so here is the gist of it:
“Meitu gives its users the power to create idealized versions of their real-world selves and share them with others. Its makers say: Our mission is to make the world a more beautiful place.” Seems kind of sad in my opinion but check it out.
It’s not spring yet officially, but with the snow melting and warmer weather it’s not far off. So you’re probably thinking about new styles to fill your lingerie drawers and closet. Butt wait….what about your hair?
Before you even go shopping, you’ll have to do your hair and makeup, so I’ve put together a new Pinterest board to give you some ideas and inspiration. While you’re there check out my other new board called Corsets and Waist Training.
Corsets you say? But aren’t corsets uncomfortable and sometimes even painful? Well girls, and I use the term loosely, it is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure. Write that down.
Friday night. I get to be me again.
Emily welcomes me with a hug. The air is filled with music and the smell of dinner cooking.
“Your outfit is laid out. I think you’ll enjoy it,” Emily says with a pat to my bottom, sending me into her spare bedroom. There I find tonight’s ensemble; a sheer white blouse, a red sweater vest, a short black skirt, a beautiful lacy bra with matching lace panties, stockings, garters, and black Mary Janes. It’s the same thing Emily is wearing.
I shuck my boy clothes and begin dressing en femme with relish. As the soft material enveloped me, I feel a sense of tranquility flow through me. With each layer of female garments, my masculine armor falls away.
Walking confidently on my small heels back into Emily’s living room, she looks up to see me and smiles. “There’s my pretty girl,” she says.
She tells me to do a twirl to show her how I look from every angle. I pose for her and she applauds. “Are you ready for more?” she asks, knowing the answer already.
Back in the spare bedroom, The girl’s room she calls it, she has me sit at the make up table where she helps strip me of more masculinity by feminizing my face, applying foundation, powder, and blush. Lip gloss, eyeliner, and mascara. With each stroke of her brushes, I feel my self-imposed oppression sweep away, and revel in the the liberation of my true self…
The truth of these crossdressing interventions must be told and this is based on actual events. It began as a simple favor…
“You look so nervous sweetheart, just relax. I want to be your friend, OK? Now come over here and sit on my bed next to me. Come on, sit right here.
Awww, you’re so shy aren’t you? Don’t you want to sit next to me? Are you afraid of girls? Because I think a big part of this is that you are afraid of girls. Now move over here. You can get closer to me you know; I’m not going to bite you.
Alright, I think its time to explain why you’re here, and exactly what is in that mysterious package. You see sweetheart, your mother told me you’ve been dressing up in her clothes when she’s not home. And this has been going on for a while now.
No? Are you telling me that you haven’t been dressing up in her clothes? Are you sure? Because your mother seems to be pretty sure that you have.
OK, tell you what, let’s take a look inside this package and see if there’s anything in there that can help us figure this out…”
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Well hello there, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person. Come in, come in.
I feel like I know you from all your e-mails, the pictures you sent me, and the conversations we’ve been having. It seems like I know almost everything about you.
But most important, I know how much you like to dress up as a girl. And today, your dream is finally going to come true.
Are you excited, nervous, a little scared? All of them? Oh come on now, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just you and me today and we’re going to have a ball together…
Yes, honey, I’m happy to have finally found out your “little secret.” But it’s not so little to you, is it? How long have you been sneaking into my underwear drawer? From the day we moved in together? And before that? How long have you been dressing up pretty?
All these years. It makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Yes, guilty, but good. You don’t have to feel that way anymore baby. You’re safe here with me. And I’m going to help you. I’m going to make you the prettiest girl you can be.
Yes, I’m going to enjoy dressing you up, darling. I’ll help turn you into my sweet sissy. Oh, too soon? You’re not a sissy? Surely you jest? I saw you mincing around in my slip, feeling your chest, primping your hair. And I saw just how hot it made you. If you don’t remember I can show you the tape. It’s quite enlightening…
Now I know how much you love lipstick. In your fantasy, when the girls at the salon finally apply your bright red lipstick, you just want to explode don’t you? You do, I know you do!
Don’t be embarrassed Candy girl, lipstick is a very powerful thing.
Did you know that women have been wearing lipstick for thousands of years? And lipstick has always been associated with femininity.
At one time women who didn’t wear lipstick were suspected of being mentally ill, or even of being a lesbian!
All girls love to wear lipstick honey, and you’re no different. It’s OK, really….
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What the…Oh my god!
What are you doing in my bedroom? And what are you doing in my bra and panties?
I can’t believe this-you’re a pervert!
Wait until my husband finds out that I caught the boy next door prancing around in his wife’s panties and bra!
And when I tell my daughter why her mother is throwing out her clothes, I think that she’ll want to share this story with all our neighbors.
Won’t that be fun? And you know what-I think I’m going to call the cops. You can explain it to them. You’ll look so pretty in court I’m sure someone will bail you out.
You don’t want me to do that? You’d like to keep this OUR little secret? Well it’s a little late for that now. I’m never going to be able to forget this.
Teresa: Well, well, well, look what we have here.
Susan: Oh-My-God. He’s wearing your panties and babydoll Teresa! And look-he went through all of your things. He must have tried on everything in your dresser! And there’s lingerie all over the place! Let’s call the Police.
Teresa: Just a minute Susan, I think we should interrogate the suspect, isn’t that what they do on those cop shows?
Susan: Fuck that! We caught a panty thief and he has to go to jail. And we have to tell your neighbors. We have to tell everyone so this doesn’t happen again.
Teresa: But this panty thief is one of my neighbors, he lives right next door.
Susan: Oh My God you know this guy?
Teresa: I sure do, in fact he used to do some chores for me, but things got weird.
Susan: What do you mean, weird?
Hi honey, are you ready for your big day? You’ve been looking forward to this all year haven’t you? Today you get to become the girl you’ve always wanted to be, and its OK, because we’re going to say its for a costume party.
I’ve already told the girls at the salon, and they think its so cute that you want to do everything it takes to become a pretty little girl. By the way, I was on Facebook last night and guess what I saw?
You know don’t you?
I saw my picture posted there with my phone number. That’s the picture I gave you isn’t it?
ISN’T IT YOU STUPID BITCH?
Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me?
I trusted you and you Fucked up big time.
Did you think I wouldn’t find out?
Do you know how many calls I got-Oh I COULD JUST KILL YOU!
Maybe you’d like me to post some pictures of YOU on there? Would you like that? Maybe the one of you in your maids outfit, sucking on my strap-on.
And I could mention that you’re always looking for new friends, how would that be? We could send that picture to your boss too, that would be fun wouldn’t it?
You’re sorry? Well, sorry doesn’t help much now does it? Its too Fucking late for that isn’t it?
I’ve changed my phone number and hopefully no one will find out where I live. But I want you to understand how it feels to have your privacy violated like that. If you’re a good little girl, and do everything I say, I’ll try to forget this ever happened.
We’re still going to dress you up and make you over just like we planned, only I may not be as discreet as I originally promised.
GET THE FUCK OVER HERE-YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
Now lets get started my little sissy.
I had been aware of his daily visits to my panty drawer for quite a while, and decided that it was time to teach him a lesson he would never forget. He had a room on the floor below me at college, and last term had somehow found a reason to have my key. When I started to notice that my panties were being moved around, it took a while to work out what was happening. Who expects someone to go through their lingerie when they’re out? I certainly didn’t, but after a while it became clear that not only were my panties being disturbed, they were being worn. Worn by someone who was stretching the pretty lace and satin before putting them back, thinking I’d never notice.
Of course I noticed, I take care of my lingerie. And once I figured out my panties were turning someone else on, it didn’t take long to figure out when, and then who was responsible. Each day when I set out for classes, he would sneak into my room and spend a little time there. Each day he was last to his classes, and each day another pair of panties would show signs of being worn.
That’s right, there are 6 different Virtual Makeovers on my resource page for you to enjoy.
Hairstyles and makeup are just the tip of the wick. Now you can also perform plastic surgery on yourself without that painful recovery period and occasional irreversible mistake.
Remove smile lines? Yes. Get rid of those dark circles under your eyes? Yes. A nose job? You betcha. Lip augmentation. Absofuckinlutely.
Remove wrinkles, erase frown lines, get a brow lift, change your jaw contour, get rid of acne, repair sun damaged skin? Fuggedaboutit! (that means yes).
Note: if there is no option to download your pic take a screenshot.
Here is a sample I made. I won’t tell you which one I used because you simply must try them all.
Lets call him Big Tony. I found Tony an adorable blond hairstyle, and since he works as a lawyer in New York City, I gave him just the right amount of makeup to wow the judge. A little sparkly lip gloss and he’s ready to do the town, maybe literally.
Some Virtual Makeovers even tell you the products you’ve used, so whenever you get the nerve to actually buy some makeup and learn how to apply it you’ll have a list.
Remember, a little makeup goes a long way. Unless you’re a man with a beard.
The height of many crossdressing and forced feminization fantasies is the makeup.
Although you’ve probably been wearing all types of clothing for years, its not likely that you’ve been wearing makeup. For one thing its not an easy process and you may not have the time or skill to perfect it. For another, its not easy to quickly remove in the case of an unexpected visitor, wife, girlfriend, or vacuum cleaner salesman.
Having your makeup carefully and lovingly applied by a woman can be a very sensual and erotic experience. This is what I like to do.
Regardless of the outfit I’ve chosen for you, I have you wear only panties and a nightgown. Lets say a pair of black, lace, boy shorts and a very feminine, baby doll nightie.
You sit in a chair opposite me and I slowly and meticulously go through every step of the makeup process, explaining each one in detail.
THERE IS NO MIRROR AND NO PEEKING UNTIL I’M FINISHED!
You watch intensely as I take out each item, you feel the makeup on your skin, you want to squeal with delight as you see me finally opening the lipstick.
Blotting your lips with a tissue, you look at it in disbelief. Its really happening, you’re being transformed into a beautiful women, and your makeup is perfect.
But we’re not there yet.
Now its time for your wig. A change of hairstyle is always dramatic, and in your case the long, blonde, wig is going to complete the transformation.
Brushing it out I see your eyes light up like a child at Christmas.
“How do you feel?” I’ll ask. “Do you feel pretty?”
Most of the time all you’ll be able to do is giggle or stutter and smile, and I know its time.
I lead you to the full length mirror, holding your trembling hand.
As you finally see yourself, you feel a bit dizzy. Is it you? Is this person in the mirror with the long eyelashes, blush, lipstick, and long, blonde, hair really you?
Well, is it?
Is this how you picture it boys? You say you want to be feminized, and transformed into a pretty girl, but you don’t really expect to become beautiful do you?
Well, be careful what you wish for, because there’s no turning back!
You will be shaved, primped, and perfumed.
Your hair will be styled, makeup done to perfection, nails painted a bright red, and you’ll wear a soft, silky, feminine outfit that I choose just for you.
You’ll look at yourself and see that everything has changed. You are now a girl! A beautiful, feminine girl, and you feel as different as you look!
You begin talking like a girl, your voice will match the way you feel inside. You think like a girl. You walk like a girl. And you want to be treated like a girl.
Once you get over your initial shock, you realize that you love this! This is what you’ve always wanted, and as you feel your heart pounding inside your pretty blouse, you discover that you’re very, very excited. In fact, you’re horny as hell!
We’ll take care of that for you very, very, soon.