My First Time Out: The Preparation

Shane opened a cold beer to calm his nerves for his next package. Only seconds later the lock box delivery man arrived with a cart full of boxes and packages. After the deliveryman left, Shane guzzled his beer like it was water and got to work unpacking his "real" clothing and accessories. When Shane finished unpacking and putting things away, he was so happy everything arrived in good shape. Even the long leather coat that he almost forgot to order had arrived. Shane yelped and squealed like an excited little girl.

It was now three o'clock in the afternoon and Shane started the shower that would initiate his transformation. He shaved hair from all his body parts carefully, but left a cute little blonde triangular patch above his 5" cock. With a tweezers, he plucked the tiny hairs from his ass crack making sure his new pussy was shiny. Next he applied hair remover over his entire body. After cleansing off the excess hair remover, he noticed how smooth and stubble free his body parts had become.

Now it was time for a jucuzzi bubble bath with feminine fragrances and oils. He poured himself a glass of wine in an expensive crystal glass. Shane felt sooooo feminine that his face, legs, chest, and underarms were polished. He ran his foot up and down the slippery legs. His hands rubbed his clean- shaven, and now soft chest. His face felt velvety to the touch. An hour in the tub felt like heaven, but Shane knew he still had work to do to complete his craving transformation.

As Shane got out of the tub, he refilled his glass of wine, and wrapped one huge towel around his clean-shaven body and another towel was tied around his scalp. He danced over to the dresser where he had previously laid out his sexy lingerie. His garments were in the order he planned to wear them (each day a different set), and picked up the stretchy, lacey red garter skirt with the attached G-string and garter straps.

As he pulled the G-string up his silky legs, he felt stimulation. He could also fee the chills running up and down his spine. The touch of satin and lace running up his long smooth legs was a turn on. By the time he wriggled the g-string over his ball sac, his cock was at full attention. There was no way this cock would fit into the G-string pouch, but then he remembered the black padded gaffe.