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More Than I Bargained For

... line that had one inch wide straps over my shoulders. The cups of the négligée covered my imitation breasts but it could not restrain them as the jiggled and bounced when I walked. From a distance it could not distinguished that I wore a body stocking. In fact from only two feet away, I have yet to have anyone think of it as nothing more than skin. I had to wear a necklace and bracelets to hide the neck and wrist areas the created a seam or separation of the stocking and my actual skin. With my cup of coffee in hand, I walked innocently around my yard and practiced my feminine walk. What I realized was that I did not have to practice. It all came naturally together with that first step. My arms naturally swung at my sides as my hips swayed instinct fully. I could feel my heavy bosom as it jiggled and bounced under the thing fabric of my negligee As I strutted in my yard, I received the welcomed male stares and attention. A group of bicyclists pedaled by and waved. A man in a truck turned around and drove by me two times. A few guys on Harleys beeped. Two men in a Ford Escape stopped to ask me for direction as they stared at my chest. An older grimy looking man who looked hung over or still drunk stopped to tell me that I had big tits. I cupped my breasts to hide them from his blurry drunk eyes. However, like a sponge, I sucked up all those stares and compliments. They were more than welcomed because they were needed for me to dress the part as to what I wanted to be this ...

... day. It was time to get dressed, and so I went back into my house to do just that. I pulled the thin straps of my negligee over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I then stepped out of it. I looked at myself in the mirror. The imaged that reflected back at me was that of a curvy, busty female. Other than the fact that I had aroused myself, I saw nothing but the silhouette of a woman. I put on a pair of beige thigh highs and pulled them up to where the top band of the stockings reached where the crease of my thighs and crotch met. I then slithered my padded hips and buttocks into the short black skirt. It barely covered my ass. I grabbed the white cotton bra that I decided to wear, but flung it on the bed. I decided that I would not wear a bra. I pulled the tight pink top on. My breasts looked like they were going to burst through my top. My nipples poked effortlessly through my top. A blind man at hundred yards would be able to see them poking out like two thick hard erasers. I then wiggled my feet into the three inch black pumps and then snapped a selfie (Picture included). I then decided to go back outside and walked around to make sure that I was comfortable as I walked in the high heels. Walking in them, I noticed that my steps were more centered, controlled and also pushed my ass up and out just a bit more. They also seemed to tone my calves and made my hips swivel and sway more. Feeling that I had mastered walking in heels, I went back inside to have a drink and ...