Sissy Crissi Chapter 1

She would press her yummy breasts against me, with her deep cleavage right in front of my face. It was all I could do to keep from reaching out and holding her, from grabbing her fine ass. But that wasn't part of the game. How I longed to worship her pussy, to kiss her lips. I would do anything for her, and she knew it. I wanted to be more than roommates, more than friends. Oh how I wished she would just take me and make me hers. I wished I could be her slave. Damn it, in all honesty, at some level, I wished I could just be Erika.

But alas this was all fantasy. None of it would ever happen. I was who I was, Chris Taylor, a 26 year old guy who not only loved women but loved all things silky and sexy. From my earliest memories, I had always loved the female form, and I thoroughly enjoyed sex with women, but I had to wonder how much they enjoyed it with me. You see, there was something in me that drove me to submission. It was that same urge that beckoned me toward feminization. It would always start with lust, lust for some fucking hot chick like Erika, but it would quickly turn to a desire to be more like them, to be submissive to them. With Erika, whenever she teased and taunted me, I would imagine us as two lesbian lovers, she the dominant and me her eager slave.

Now, Erika had no idea of my fetishes, of my desire to not only be her friend and lover, but to be her devoted slave. I had many times visited her panty drawer and played dress-up with her delicate underthings, and with the exception of that one time when I couldn't get my little dickie out of her panties fast enough and creamed all over her white satin and lace, I always replaced everything just the way I found it.

It was about 8 months ago when I advanced to secretly shaving my body hair, wearing her skirts and tops, and prancing around and pretending to be her. Of course her wonderful set of tall, strappy, open-toe heels were too small to fit me, but being only 5'7" myself and rather slim, most everything else fit like a glove, a very tight sensuous glove.