Ride of My Life

I nod automatically. I had too. She was right I couldn't miss it. The dress screamed femininity.

'Yes,' she continues as the girls silently remove my trousers. 'Wearing this feminine sissy dress must be your dream come true. Only a proper sissy would seriously wear this girlie creation. I don't know a fairy other than you who would suffer it.' She grins knowing the accuracy of her statement. The dress was my perfect dream. With its frills, ruffles and lashings of lace I couldn't wish for anything more girlish and youthful. I dreamed of wearing such a beautiful dress but would never admit it. Where these girls doing me a favour? Did Father Christmas exist after all? All these thoughts tore through my head as my trousers were hauled off my legs? I screamed girlishly not wanting to appear too eager. I struggle feebly relishing in their efforts to hold me down. I shout and try in vain to disguise my excitement but my throbbing cock gives the game away and springs to attention like a jack-in-the-box. Preoccupied, amazingly the girls don't seem to notice but not for long as soon as I was stripped naked and once my pants were finally torn from me ceremoniously the evidence was clear.

'Oh my goodness,' Mary cries pointing at my massive erection. 'He's got a boner.'

The three girls sprang off the bed in howls of laughter.

'And look at his narrow waist and wash-board stomach too', Jill cries.

'And look at his long smooth legs and beautiful hair,' shouts Tina.

'And his skin is so clear and soft. If it wasn't for that,' Mary points to my throbbing cock, 'I do believe he would be a girl.'

They all laugh and as they smirk I'm pulled this way and that as my arms are fed into a vast cast-iron like bra, my bum squeezed into a pair of tiny lace panties and sheer stockings rolled up my legs.

The panties are soft and cool and the old fashioned stockings like silk as they tightly encase my smooth legs. The Lycra feels gorgeous but they need suspenders to hold them up.