ChrisGabriel
Pulsar
- Joined
- Oct 27, 2010
- Location
- Europe
And I thought we was ready! But she pulls out a whole set of professional makeup kits, brushes, like she is a restaurateur of paintings... And starts to work on my face. If sitting was more comfortable, I would be sleeping in minutes. But no, I have to feel getting made up, and let me tell you, it is feels like she is making me up to look like a clown. But at least then this whole 'be a girl' thing would be just a scam.
But when finally it is ready, and I look in the mirror... WHOA! Oh boy... Or more like, girl... no, no, WOMAN! The mirror got this star looking back at me, and she is just as surprised as me... It takes a moment or two and me closing my mouth and gulping to realize, she is me. It wholly blows my mind.
"A...auntie! You are marvelous!" I say in awe, trying some grimaces and fluttering my lashes, with some air-kisses. Then of course she has to show me the breasts. Another painful moment, as my cock tries to harden, straining against my cage. I am surprised, but really not, but gawk at the wobbly pair of prosthesis.
"Oh, come on, Auntie Devilla! When would I have time to take this much time to get ready? Wearing padded clothes would be better choice, no?" I try to get out of having the added weight plastered onto my front, but seeing her manicured and painted fingers hold the naked breasts, my erecting penis is just even more straining against its cage. With a sigh, I let her affix this next level of changes, with a made up head I can no longer look in a mirror and say I am a man.
"Promise me you would make some photos of me when we are finished for my yearbook!" of course I am still thinking about my so called friends and peers in the school I left behind, how jealous they would be to see the hottie I become. Maybe I could mail them the photo of my new girlfriend?
But when finally it is ready, and I look in the mirror... WHOA! Oh boy... Or more like, girl... no, no, WOMAN! The mirror got this star looking back at me, and she is just as surprised as me... It takes a moment or two and me closing my mouth and gulping to realize, she is me. It wholly blows my mind.
"A...auntie! You are marvelous!" I say in awe, trying some grimaces and fluttering my lashes, with some air-kisses. Then of course she has to show me the breasts. Another painful moment, as my cock tries to harden, straining against my cage. I am surprised, but really not, but gawk at the wobbly pair of prosthesis.
"Oh, come on, Auntie Devilla! When would I have time to take this much time to get ready? Wearing padded clothes would be better choice, no?" I try to get out of having the added weight plastered onto my front, but seeing her manicured and painted fingers hold the naked breasts, my erecting penis is just even more straining against its cage. With a sigh, I let her affix this next level of changes, with a made up head I can no longer look in a mirror and say I am a man.
"Promise me you would make some photos of me when we are finished for my yearbook!" of course I am still thinking about my so called friends and peers in the school I left behind, how jealous they would be to see the hottie I become. Maybe I could mail them the photo of my new girlfriend?