Being Femm: Just imagine

Just imagine...close your eyes and just imagine...

your little secret is safe you and I are the only people in the world that know about your little kink.

You love to go away on business trips because you get to play. When your partner is away your heart beats faster, you just can not wait to dress.

You bought her that stunning baby doll she thanked you and told her friends how wonderful your taste is, how much time you spent researching the perfect purchase for her but we really know why don't we darling. Is your little sissy clit warming up is it twitching?

Your dressed now. You check quickly in the mirror making sure you look perfect, you giggle and pose like a girl but you move away quickly you don't want to spoil the illusion your mask is so fragile and it can easily be spoilt. Your excited now you try to avoid touching your little sissy clit because the moment you do you cum and you want this to last as long as possible. You decide to do a little bit of the house work and you sashay around cleaning. You convince yourself this time it will be different this time you will stay dressed all day even after you give in to your needs to be milked. You finish the bedroom and you move onto the bathroom and you giggle as your heels click clack on the tiles - thats the last straw you need to cum you glide back to your bedroom and pull up your skirt and take your tiny sissy clit into your hand and pump at it like a piston you gasp as the feelings rush around you.

Your spare hand pinching your engorged nipple and then sliding down to your ass pussy you push in a finger then a second finger you moan out loud the sound feels like it does not belong to you. You gasp and tense your thighs and lick your lips you try to create as feminine sound as you can and lust fills your eyes. You moan once twice and then it happens your little clit spits out tiny ropes of cum on your shoes, hand and on the sheets. Your lust is still there and you quickly lick it up before the shame sets in...

You blush as your desire dies down leaving you your shame to deal with. Some of you start to cry at this point don't you my sweets your shame the taste of cum in your mouth sitting with your skirt up around your waist and your knickers sodden with your cum around your ankles...The rest of you change as quickly as possible hiding your shame...

But just imagine that this time as you cum time freezes and images flash through your mind...images of perfect women each women is presented to you and you have to decide which one you prefer - you know somehow that when your selection is made you will become her for 1 week...

What do you do you accept or run and hide? You stay still you lick your lips which seem ever so dry and you swallow you taste the cum again and you blush your in action starts the process and the first girl a perfect blonde 20 something is projected into your mind

You almost agree but something is not perfect something makes you reject her...her hair is perfect her breasts pert she is divine but she is wrong for you and the image fades away to be replaced with a stunning brunette her body is perfection hard pert and her mound looks astounding but she is a thirty something and you had hoped wished for some one younger...

The next goddess is an olive skinned beauty her ample breasts and amazing shape is truly stunning but you know she is not right for you your feline instincts tell you to go on.

Brunette again but no you tear yourself away from nodding she is stunning but you want something else something real something you long for deep inside something you can not put your finger on

The next girl is perfect but you wanted bigger breasts at least c cup so you move on you notice briefly that you are actually inhabiting these girls somehow you are allowed to feel as they feel and to instantly understand what it means to be them...

The next girl you become is as stunning as the girls previously she is desire in human form she is utter perfection and you realise you just can not be her she is too much for you so you move on.