Beneath the taut material Joe could see the outline of his new vulva.Beneath the taut material Joe could see the outline of his new vulva. The transvestite in him was elated. Isn't this the ultimate in cross-dressing? Joe felt his nipples tingle. "Where's my bra?" he asked Monica. "We're going to try something different today. Just wait." Monica had Joe step into a skirt and she worked it up over his hips. It was a black kidskin miniskirt and was it ever tight. Not knowing that the clothes were designed to fit like that, Joe thought. "I've got to lose some weight." Joe looked at his profile. No outline of his cock showed, just the feminine swell of his pelvis under the skirt. Monica held up a strip of red leather and wrapped it around Joe's chest. "What's that?" he asked. "It's a bustier. Don't worry it will support you." Monica pulled it together and fastened it. Joe's breasts were tightly confined in its firm grip and he could tell that it would support them, but looking down he discovered that it sure as hell didn't cover them. |