Desiree and Big John

It had been only a week since I'd introduced "Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite" to my girlfriend Suzie, leaving me not a bit surprised that she chose not to spend the very next weekend at my place. While she hadn't freaked out, she was concerned I was gay since I was so convincing but I assured her I was not. I planned on revealing the truth I'd been with men later, it was enough her boyfriend liked to dress as a woman, so I thought. Not letting her absence get me down, I just merely took the opportunity to shop and treat Desiree to a much needed feminine weekend.

Returning from the mall late Saturday afternoon, I could not wait to try on my new outfit I'd found at Cache, along with the super high heeled spikes to match. As the bubbly bathwater slowly ran, I laid out my ensemble on my bed. The blouse was sheer pink chiffon with flowing sleeves and black pearl buttons with French cuffs that just oozed femininity. I pulled from my lingerie drawer one of my hot pink Bettie Page bras so delicately woven in lace; just looking at it with the visions of my silicone inserts with pronounced nipples protruding as it contrasted strongly against the soft pink made my "clitty" gently rise in anticipation. Out from the bag next was a super tight Versace mini skirt in jet black with subliminal sequins deeply woven in the spandex. Bringing it altogether would be my favorite wide hot pink leather belt, with a gold buckle made of individual gold letters spelling out the word SLUT, which described my desires for the evening perfectly. The six inch spiked heels in black leather securely encasing my noir Donna Karan stocking feet would be the cat's meow.

Ummm, I just couldn't wait but nevertheless thoroughly enjoyed soaking in my perfumed bath. Enjoying the massaging bubbles and a cold screwdriver, I carefully painted my two inch dragon lady nails vividly with hot pink polish and a clear top coat and set them aside as I contemplated going full fem with the shaving of my legs, cock and balls.