Sissy Crissi Chapter 1

So, it was finally Friday, and with cock in mind, I said goodbye to Erika and Leroy, and before they were out of our building, I was in the bath getting ready for my own erotic weekend. My desires had finally outweighed my fears, and I would venture outside this time.

After a quick bath and a light shave, I dried and began my preparations. I first tucked my little clitty between my smooth shaven thighs and pulled a pair of Erika's red satin panties up around my girlish ass. Yes, I had my own panties, not many, but somehow wearing Erika's always made things even better. I let my long brown locks down from my usual ponytail, brushed out the nasty tangles, shook my head from side to side, and let my hair fall delicately over my shoulders. I was already entering into a lustful bliss as I fastened the lace trimmed garter around my smallish waist, bunched my suntan colored stockings, and began to work them up my soft smooth legs.

All those familiar sensations quickly returned as I tugged the stockings and stretched the garter straps to hold them high on my thighs, just below the gentle curve of my rounded ass. I was already starting to feel so completely feminine. I just loved the feeling of silk and satin, and stockings were absolutely the most erotic of feminine underthings.

I crossed my legs, admiring my girlish figure in the dressing mirror, and slowly reached for my Hussies. My hands now shaking, it was difficult to buckle the straps around my ankles, but once done, the look was stunning. A slow, sexy, walk and another look in the full-length mirror and it immediately became all but impossible for me to continue. My little cockette was now beginning to press hard against its silky confines. My first thought was to pull her out and relieve myself, but I wanted my next orgasm to be much more than that.

I turned my attention to the closet where I pulled out one of Erika's short flimsy dressing robes. I chose the white one, which was a bit plain, with three-quarter length arms and a modest amount of lace along the hem and neckline. Tying it securely around my waist, I sat back down to get on with my business. Crossing my legs in distinctly feminine style, with my feet tucked back under my lap just a bit, I leaned forward and pulled myself to the mirror.