Becoming Amy

I quickly stripped off my clothes and grabbed my electric shaver. I shaved off the rest of my stubbly body hair. Both Sam and I preferred to be smooth all over, which was somewhat of a blessing. Though, I did have to keep on top of mine much more frequently than she did. Once I was all smooth I went to Sam’s drawer and grabbed her make-up bag. I turned the radio on and turned it up quite loud before sitting down to paint my toe nails and finger nails then relaxing back on the bed while I waited for them to dry. After about 10 minutes they seemed dry and I got up again. I opened up my bulging briefcase and removed my clothes and toy from it. I put on the nylon stockings, slowly pulling the thin delicate material up my freshly smooth legs one by one.

My cock was already beginning to get hard but I refused to pay it any attention. I then put on the suspender belt and attached the straps to the stocking tops. Next came those oh so cute frilly pink knickers, which I tucked my thankfully now soft again cock into. Then the bra, which I fastened at the front, then swivelled round the right way and put my arms through the straps. I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. It looked sexy, but not quite right. The smallest size I could find the matching bra in was a B cup and those small lacy cups were just hanging lifeless on my chest. Then I remembered Sam had something I could use to fill them out. It took a little searching but eventually I found them. They were a pair of bust enhancers that looked more like a pair of uncooked chicken filets than anything else. I slipped them into the cups which filled them out quiet nicely. Not perfect by any stretch, but they would do. I made a mental note to look into buying some proper breast forms when I had the chance.

Next I put on the white blouse. I had forgotten till then just how tricky it was to fasten buttons up the other way round when you are so used to doing it the boys’ way. But eventually I managed it, and without too much of a fight too.