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More Than I Bargained For

After my first two encounters pleasing a man while dressed en-femme, everything had changed. I had accepted without regret that I could make a man not only become aroused, but that I could bring him to orgasm. I would no longer fight the urge to become feminine. When that urge would strike me, I no longer fought it, but welcomed it. I rationalized that it was who I was and that I received pleasure being able to give pleasure. As much as I did not want to admit it to myself, I realized that I enjoyed the sensation of having a hard cock in my mouth. Having a hard cock in my mouth and receiving a man’s semen definitely made me feel feminine and girly. Now that there was no more internal conflict to try to stab away that feminine urge, I now embraced it. Having embraced the feminine urge when it struck me, it also now embolden me. It embolden me because now I knew what I could do and how easy it had become to make a man want to put his cock in my mouth. As much as a man wanted me to suck him off, I wanted to be on my knees to do just that. A bit of time had lapsed between my encounter in the park and this happenstance. There was no real reason for that other than I was very busy and the urge had simply not surfaced. Don’t get me wrong. There was flickers or impulses of that need to be girly, but there was no time to allow it to burst free. It was like coffee percolating in a pot and with just a bit more heat that feminine need would steam to the surface. It was because of that ...

... lapse of time between encounters that I knew when that feminine urge was released, that I would on fire to be on my knees. That urge, like that bubbling coffee in the percolator it began to build. It was as if I could feel it within me. That need and desire to become feminine first began to bubble in my stomach and with each day that passed, I could feel the steam begin to creep up to engulf my mind. I could not wait for the following two weeks to pass, so that I could dress en-femme. As I impatiently waited for those two weeks to come and go, I had decided to dress the part as to how I felt inside. I wanted to not only become girly and feminine, I wanted to dress like a slut and become one. I shopped at a thrift store where I purchased a very tight pink top and very short and tight black skirt. I also picked up a pair of black three inch pumps that actually fit. With my girlfriend gone for the weekend, I was now ready to embrace my desire of being a whore. The routine for my transformation began as it nearly always did. After waking, I would begin to do all the necessary steps of putting on my two sets of suntan body stocking and cinching and padding my body into the soft curves of a woman. I followed the process of shaving, moisturizing, applying make-up, brushing on mascara and contouring my face till it looked feminine. The only break from my typical routine was that instead of going outside dressed in a long t-shirt, I went outside in a teal négligée with a plunging neck ...