Damn, I looked like a $1000 dollar hooker. I admired myself in the full length mirror. I applied some mascara, some black lipstick, and with the final touches, I put on my wig. Next I put on my tube top and zipped up my knee high boots. I tucked my package away and slid on my skirt. I just love the way the pantyhose feels against my smooth legs.
I then slid on the garter belt and then the pantyhose. I had bought some silicone tits to slide into my bra so that I was now a C cup. I dried myself and immediately went to my room. The only hair left on my body was on the top of my head. My legs were silky smooth and my ass was too. I took a shower and completely shaved myself. I was hard just thinking about what I would look like. It was black 6” heels, black pantyhose, a black garter belt and panties, with a short black skirt and a little black tube top. I had bought a black wig to go with the outfit that I had picked out. I had always had an effeminate look to me, with me being 6’1” and thin as a twig at 19, I was scrawny. Mom was away on a business trip to Canada, and dad was away at work for the next couple of hours. I had always been fascinated by the feel of womens clothes against my skin, and today was no different. Note : This story is completely fictional!
