Trance club

Everything was so strange. I looked at the bed standing by the wall. I hadn’t noticed it before. It was just a bed. But now I saw woman’s lingerie lying on it.

-Like the most beautiful girl in the world. – I heard the whisper.

-Ally, - I said monotonously.

-You’re Ally now.

-I’m Ally.

-You’re absolutely naked Ally. Where are your clothes?

Seemed the voice was coming from deep in my brains. It was like it was me asking those questions.

-My clothes are on the bed.

I took satin black lacy panties and put them on. When the fabric touched my dick it got rocky hard in no time. I put on the belt then. Garters were tickling my hips when walking. It was stockings time. I took one of them. It was made of nylon, it wasn’t transparent, but there were laces on the top of it. My original and true ego was fighting with the music and the whisper. I started puling on the stockings and then sopped.

I’m a man! I thought. Don’t touch the stockings! You’re a man not a girl! Don’t do that! Girls and gays wear stockings!

The nylon touched my toes.

I’m a MAN!

The stocking got up to the middle of my shank. My dick was rocky hard. The music was louder now. I burst in tears when I realized that the music and the whisper killed the man in me.

Am I a man? I’m a GIRL.
I put on the stockings. My huge cock was ripping through them. I was crying.

I’m a G-I-R-L!

-I’m Ally.

-Do you like your outfit, Ally?

-I do.

-You won’t wear man’s clothes any more. Ally, what do you think about man’s clothes?

-I can’t stand them. I want to wear girl’s things.

-You’re such a nice girl, Ally.

I smiled at my invisible interlocutor. I liked his praise. I fastened the stockings to the belt. I fully realized what I was doing, but at the same time I couldn’t stop doing that. I guess it was the cocktail. My ego’d gone.

When I was through with the stockings I took a black satin bra. When I put it on, it seemed like I had boobs!