Property To Be Pimped

Rebecca led me to the adjacent toilet and told me to bend over for a bit and expect to feel a rush of cold in my soon to be man-pussy. Doing as I was told I was filled in a hurry and then released in even more of a hurry all the nastiness that might turn off a future suitor. Next she instructed me to lie down on the table in the dressing room and she would tuck and tape me.

Cock and balls securely hidden and chest flesh taped to create the illusion of clevage, I stood and arranged the any-which-way bra so that no straps would show in the back and securely encased my D cup silicone tits with protruding areola and nipple in its silken cups. Next on was a mini waist cincher in red silk, along with the lace garter belt. Sitting now, I guided up the most luxurious black stockings over my freshly waxed legs. God, did they feel ever so good. Stepping into the gold spiked 6 inch heels, my ass felt twice as big and bounced as I strutted around a bit. I felt like such a whore, yet transformed into a sexy goddess when I stepped into that dream of a dress.

Just as I envisioned in the dressing room, it's cowl neckline fell ever so sexily upon my prominent and pert tits and after Rebecca placed the crowning glory of that beautiful blonde wig on me, my smooth silky back felt its length and softness. All I could dream of at that point was having some man's hands on the back of my head forcing me to drain his cock of cum.

A few sprits of Georgiou perfume and I was strutting myself into the parlor happily accepting all the wolf whistles and I gladly forked over the fees plus a handsome tip to Rebecca.

With a parting twirl, I bid farewell to my transformation artists and headed home to showcase my newfound femininity to Suzie.

Upon opening the door, I was surprised to see Suzie already in character and she looked butch as any man could hope. Decked out in a deep purple zoot suit, complete with squared shoulders and a dapper fedora to match, she looked like a perfect pimp.