At the seminar I met Raymond Dumont in the hotel lounge.At the seminar I met Raymond Dumont in the hotel lounge. Our conversation touched on the subject of transvestites--men who enjoy dressing in women's clothing. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind during the night. It had been a long time since I had dressed. I finally went to sleep after masturbating while fantasizing that I was dressed beautifully in women's clothing and being screwed by my new friend Raymond Dumont. The next day I went on a shopping spree for women's clothing. I rushed back to my hotel room and hurriedly removed all my delectable items of women's clothing from their packages. I then stripped off my male clothing and proceeded to the immense joy of dressing. I first put on my black size 42B foundation, full bra. I instantly had an erection as I adjusted the bra. I placed the supple silicon bra pads into my bra. Then I put on my matching black waist cincher with garters. Then I sat, my throbbing erection jutting out, and donned my sheer nylon stockings. Oh, the stockings felt so good clinging to my legs. I carefully attached the garter clips to the stockings. Then I stood and admired myself in the mirror. I took my erection and placed it flat up against my tummy under my waist cincher. Then I grabbed my beautiful black full panty briefs with lace around the waist band and the thigh openings--the type of lacy garment that says "I want to be screwed so very much!" I placed my stockinged feet through the panties and brought the delightful garment up my nylon-clad legs until my buttocks and groin were encased in lace and frills. Next came my black full slip, also with much lace and frills. Over my head came the slip until it was sexily clinging to my now-feminine body. |