Explore the Inner Woman In You

To my surprise they felt unbelievably gorgeous and I couldn't resist running my hands up and down my calves revelling in the sensual sensations. Nice I thought as I stood, straightened the seams and clipped the lacy tops delicately to the suspender straps of the corset. Something extraordinary then happened – my legs looked much longer, shiny and incredibly smooth in fact and as I rubbed them together I felt very delicate, pretty and feminine. Perhaps this is what he meant I mused as I stepped into the beautiful pink and black dress. It was as I thought, tight and even though lined with a silk slip I had to waggle my hips to get it up not realising the show I must have put on for Bob. As I slipped my slender arms into the sleeves I noticed him grin and as I did so I couldn't help but see with horror how Bobs trousers had begun to bulge at the crutch. He saw me look and I pretended not to notice. Bob grinned and walked towards me. 'You're quite a stunner,' he said gesturing for me to face away from him. He gently fastened my dress up at the back and as he did so he accidentally nudged his groin into the pit of my back and I felt his rock hard cock through the soft thin dress. I tried to pull away but he held me by the shoulders as he rubbed himself against the lace. I felt myself glow red but he was right I began to feel an inner change.

I did feel feminine. Bob too saw the transition as he handed me a pair of black, incredibly high-heeled shoes. 'How are you feeling?' he asked. 'How's your inner woman? Can you sympathise with her yet?' I thought carefully as I stepped into each towering shoe. Then nodded nervously. He smiled and gestured me towards Sharons dressing table and patted the stool. I hobbled precariously across the room my hips swinging from side to side and my arms held slightly aloft. The dress made a delightful swishing sound and my nylon covered legs rasped and my heels clicked on her wooden flooring. Bob was right I did feel remarkably different. And rather than be repulsed with what I was wearing I began to enjoy every minute and looked forward to the next element of my feminine transition. I sat down, crossed my legs and adjusted my dress as if perfectly natural.