Sissy Crissi Chapter 1

I started with nail polish. It was always one of my very favorite rituals. The scent, the bright colors, it all just shouted female. I had always been so jealous growing up. Girls got all the pretty things, all the smooth and sexy things, the polish, the makeup, the silk, satin and lace, and somehow the scent of polish brought all those sensations into my mind. I picked the brightest red polish I could find. I wanted the most whoreish look I could muster. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself and started brushing the crimson paint on my pinkie, but before I could finish a single nail, I had to stop. The feel of the stockings, the electricity that pulsed from my breasts to the tip of my clit was just too much. I felt like I was going to wet myself before I even got dressed.

I quickly uncrossed and spread my legs, and tried to think of things not erotic, things not feminine - work, taxes, gas prices... After a few minutes, I was ready to continue my transformation. I slowly walked to my dresser, making sure to minimize how much my little peenie rubbed between my legs. I took out my favorite red satin and lace bra and fastened it around my tummy. Pulling it up around my small male titties, I adjusted it into place, then reached for my silicone breast forms and filled out the C-size cups.

Another look in the mirror and wow! Oh my goodness, I wanted to fuck myself! I was looking at a sexy young, well-built woman, dressed in her sexy underthings. From the 5" red patent leather heels to my long brown hair gently swept half over one eye, I did look hot.

I eagerly returned to the vanity to finish my preparation. Fifteen minutes later, I finished painting my nails. After a short bit of admiring my handiwork, stretching my arms and fanning my fingers, setting the brilliant red tips spread on my stocking covered thighs, I was again ready to continue. Makeup was next, so I returned to enhancing my look. I had been playing with makeup for some time now, and had become rather adept at it.