Vicky's Pink Diary 04 - Sex Stories

Vicky's Pink Diary 04

... take a deep breath and pray I'm doing the right thing, and then I squeeze his thigh as he pulls the car off the drive, &#034Maybe, I don't want to sl**p on my own.&#034 &#034Kevin will I'm sure need some space.&#034 &#034No Uncle, Kevin isn't coming. I've left him at my stepmother's, well his clothes, and all his things. It is just you and me now, your little Tranny sex slave.&#034 I watch him grin as my hand slowly rubs his stiffening cock through his trousers. The End. Below is an account of my early days as a TV, edited from my first pink diary. My first visit to the TV shop where I could turn into a girl for a few hours was expensive, but it opened my eyes to what was really out there, and I'm glad I went. It was worth the money just to gain the knowledge and experience, and it truly was the best thing I've ever done in my life. Armed with money I saved up, I drove the 120 miles or so and parked in the street a few hundreds yards down from the shop. Walking to shop was one hell of a strange mix of emotions. On the outside I was just a guy in the street, underneath my jeans and shirt, my legs, arms, chest and armpits had been shaved for this huge event in my life. I lost count of how many deep breaths I took, and I walked past the place first and into a nearby newsagents. It was then I repeated to myself, I haven't driven all those miles to wimp out, so I actually plucked up enough courage to go in. It was a magical experience standing there and being greeted by two ...

... smiling female faces. The coffee I d***k seemed add to my nervous, I couldn't hold the bl**dy cup still. Eventually I picked the clothes I wanted to wear and I got changed, and then waited like a lemon for one of the girls to do my makeup. She was very professional, and slowly I relaxed, and my one word answers gradually became whole sentences. I couldn't believe what she had done to the face in the mirror, and when she placed the wig on my head, I was mesmerised. Was that really me? Yes it was, how fucking fantastic! Walking out of the change room back into the shop felt like my first real steps as a TV. I drank more coffee, and then walked round the shop looking at the underwear and clothes. I was soon stacking things up on the counter, magazines, jewellery, skirts, underwear, and makeup, until all the money I had taken with me was gone. When I got home my head was in the magazines most of the night, and all my new things were being worn. I knew my visit wasn't going to be a one off. Hell I wanted to go back the very next day, only my lack of money stopped me. I visited a few more times, only these times taking my own clothes. My miniskirts and my tights and shoes, which I had bought from mail order catalogues, because I wanted my look to be me, and not something else someone has worn before. Eventually I bought wigs and my very own tits, and of course more magazines. TV admirers were something I had never even heard of, and I was scanning the TV contact magazines in wonderment. ...