1. Becoming Anne - My Feminization Chapter 2


    Date: 9/26/2023, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: robbie_hart1998 

    ... full length slowly and deliberately, a finger sliding into her sissy hole.

My body reacted. I found my hands sliding along my skin, touching my chest, nipples, abdomen, and thighs like a female lover would touch her partner. Carefully only grazing my throbbing member, knowing it would not take much to make me explode.

The star of my screen, this beautifully sexy feminized male was inspiring. I watched, sensing the imminent finale, as she slid a finger deep inside herself while more vigorously stroking her cock. Her orgasmic moans filled the room as she erupted. My hand instinctively reached for my throbbing shaft. Initially, my thought was to delay my release, but it was too late. Twitching and moaning I burst with a flood of cum, filling and overflowing the lace of my panties.

That is how it began, and of course, evolved. Jess’s wardrobe didn’t quite fit so stealthily, I had made a few panty and bra purchases of my own. Increasingly frequently wearing feminine underwear. Taking greater risks to feel the lace on my skin. Wearing these at work and around the house, thinking no one was the wiser. Stealing moments to slip into a sexy pair of panties, was no longer enough. It soon became panties, a sundress, lipstick, and a wig when I was alone at home. Always hard as a rock from the moment I slid the lace over my thighs until I inevitably came in my panties and reluctantly removed them.

My porn viewing selections were now exclusively cross-dressing, sissy, and ...
    ... feminization themed. My fantasy life became centered around these themes. I could no longer masturbate without at least panties on. These drove cravings. Cravings I had not yet fully explored in my mind, much less expressed, but a constant craving to dress and be used as a female was undeniable.

In my need to feel feminine, I likely wasn’t as sly as I had thought. Jess had discovered I was dressing in her things and found my secret stash and my viewing history. Did I leave a trail of breadcrumbs? Perhaps I had wanted to be found out.

I had to admit strong feelings were stirring inside me. Here I was standing before her, being charged to wear lacy things of her choosing. She had projected no anger but rather a firm necessity for being open. It was clear she felt the need to chastise me, even humiliate me, but that seemed playful in its style. A sensation of both excitement and relief washed over me. I knew what I was, and what I needed, and I smiled.

“I’m a sissy,” I said without shouting. Loud enough for her to hear, yet I was not surprised at her reply.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” she said, relishing her newly found dominance over me. “You will need to speak louder if you wish to please me!”

“I am a sissy. I am a sissy that loves sexy lacy things,” I continued with more conviction, seeking her approval. “I crave feeling feminine. I want to be fully trained as a pretty little sissy!”

Jess leaned forward, her lips curled and a devious smile and a cunning glint ...
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