Emily's day out - the fantasy continues

I thought about what I had packed to wear, and remembered I had a nice pair of patterned leggings and a sloppy top I could pair up with a baseball cap and sunglasses over my hair and wear my usual trainers. I’d need to tuck my clitty away if I were to go out in leggings, but I’d seen one of the other gurls untucking herself the night before, so I thought I could make that work.

I sat in front of the mirror and made Emily come back, light, natural makeup today, with a light lip-gloss, just enough to make sure I was the gurl inside on the outside too.

I selected a pair of panties advertised for ‘no visible panty line’ and pushed my clitty backwards and under me before pulling the panties up, a bit tighter than usual. Looking in the mirror, I had done pretty well, the bulge had gone (pretty much) and as I pulled on the cool leggings, I admired the swell of my hips and my nice tight bum.

The loose sweater sat nicely on my boobs, and with my sunglasses on, I looked like a girl having a day off work in town – which was exactly what I was.

I walked down to the kitchen just as one of the gurls emerged from her bedroom, rubbing her eyes and yawning. ‘morning lover’ she said with a beaming smile – I notices that she too had the sticky evidence of a lovely evening on her nightie and on the top of her exposed thigh, once again I felt the familiar twitch, but the material of the leggings and tight panties managed to keep things under control. ‘Good morning’ I said as she passed – my hand brushing her lovely bottom as she disappeared into the bathroom.

I sat down for coffee and, looking at my hands decided that, if I was going to take the step of going outside, that I’d like to have some pink fingernails to go with it. I sat intently applying the nail varnish until I had flawlessly painted glossy nails – all that time as a boy painting models had obviously set me in good stead for the work of beautifying my hands. I momentarily regretted removing the false nails from the night before – but a couple had broken as a grabbed the sheets in the ecstasy of being entered one after another by my six lovers, so they’d had to go – still, my real nails glossy and painted looked just right and made my fingers look impossibly dainty and long.