Sissy Tales Collection: Short Erotic Stories - Femboy Next Door Feminisation

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Lois said this while she was giggling & laughing again. She then looked at Jane and they both giggled. Lois then said to Jane. I’m so glade I called you that day, but I just knew I had to call, as soon as I found out he was married. He had told me at first that he wasn’t married, but when I found out I was really mad. So I broke it off with him right then & there. You have to understand I honestly didn’t know that’s why I decided I had to call you. I wanted you to know what he was up too, and that he was cheating on you. I figured maybe you could save your marriage. I didn’t want to be the cause of a marriage breaking up, with me in the middle. I can see now that you have everything under control, and that makes me glade that I did what I did. My Ex husband cheated on me, and I know how it feels. That’s one of the reasons why I called right away, but I must say that you did a great job on Little Pricilla here. I bet she won’t be fooling around on the side any more. They both laughed at that, and Jane said I’m sure about that. I am so glade you did call. Now like you said he is never going to be fool around on me again. Little Pricilla will be safe at home behind her crib & playpen bars. This way I know exactly where she is. Lois then said that she should of done something like this to her Ex., maybe they would still be together if she did. Bob, why in the world would she think that? And even if you were, why would she care? What difference would it make?” I take a deep sniff. Her pants smell great, as always. I get the euphoric feeling from the smell and knowing that I'm doing something forbidden. I can feel myself getting hard.

What follows is a short version of a story that I planned on recreating a small part of at home for my own entertainment. I want to try and feel just as if I am the person in the story. Sally, do I have to wear a bra now and have these mountains on my chest? Bob’s Mom would be here for a week or more. This bra is so tight, feels funny”.With that I put on the 50’s bra, I did the bend over and adjust my “girls” in the cups like Sally taught me. Sally proclaimed I was getting good at that, with a big smile. I kept looking down at my chest. My bra was still shouting out through this sweater. Everyone could see my bra through this tight sweater. I was so embarrassed. Sally said, “Mary, don’t worry, you look very nice, that sweater fits you perfect. Stop looking at your chest.”

Mary look in the mirror. Do you look like a Paul? Really? Your nails are long and pink, your hair is so feminine, I wish I had your hairstyle, and your boobies are huge. And no I don’t have the solvent to un-glue your nice boobies, only Bob does. Besides I thought you were liking your feminine side?”She asked me twice to roll over, I was nervous. Sally looked over at me saying, “Go ahead Mary, you can do it, we are all sisters remember.” For some reason every time I hear Sally say the word ‘sisters,’ I relax and do exactly what she says. Plus the word makes me feel so warm and feminine. Mary, tomorrow night Bob is coming home. He called and asked if you would like to go out for dinner with him”? Oh, could I?” It just came out of my mouth! Here I was begging her to wear her bra, what is up with this? With pleasure she took out one of her bras and told me to slip it on. It was a t-shirt bra and had a little padding to cover her large nipples, as she explained. This time Sally handed me what she called an open-ended panty girdle and a separate waist cincher. She said these would help my curves in this dress. What did I know?

Mary you will get used to your makeup. A girl does not leave her bedroom without her makeup on. Your eyes are beautiful with your makeup.” Mary you have to get over this feeling. You are being paid to be his girlfriend and girlfriends date their boyfriends. They go out on dates, they go out for dinner. Lighten up, it’s just dinner! You are ready for this, and he will be a perfect gentleman, trust me. Look at me we are sisters. Would sisters be wrong?”

Two Weeks with Mother-in-Law

Myrna gave me a look of absolute disdain as she turned and left me to my sissy task. I felt completely defeated. I knew I had to give the correct answer or risk another demerit. "I'm so happy Jill is having a good time, Mother," was my pathetic answer.