Return to the new mobile-friendly Literotica story page with font customization! Sabrina hi, come on in, you are all dressed manly valentines gifts and looking fabulous already. I am, I went to visit my makeup artist, I wanted to look perfect for today. I had a bottle of Champagne in one hand and a box of expensive chocolates in the other, my little red bag was dangling on my arm.
Look at this Dom Perignon, and what a year. He smiled he was easy to please, but not as easy as me. Well I wanted to give you something special, I so appreciate you putting this together so quickly. Ha, well with that picture you sent me, of you in that little striped mini dress and glow in the dark heels, it was pretty easy.
I ended up putting names in a hat. Just wait until you see who won. He had a huge smile on his face, I could tell he was looking forward to this, just like me, but I didn’t really know what he was talking about. I didn’t really know what the full plan was. Come here,” He took my hand and led me to the mirror that took over his whole wall and part of the ceiling. There was a reflection in every part of his house. Let’s get a good look at you in your outfit, I love a girl in a dress.
I figured I would wear red for Valentine’s Day. Red is perfect for any day and you look so beautiful. I posed in front of the mirror, I thought I looked sensational for a thirty-five-year-old crossdresser. My legs were long and smooth, it was one of my favorite things about dressing up. The dress was tight on top and short-sleeved, showing off my smooth hairless arms. My entire body was hairless, I had hair removal at Jay’s salon last Valentine’s Day. I looked and felt like a woman, I had been dressing for a long time, I knew what worked for me and my body.
Tyson was always just a phone call away. My dress was tight at the waist and full at the hips, I loved holding it out and smiling at the girl in the mirror. Underneath I had on my D-cup breasts forms, a corset, nude thigh highs, and little red panties. Tyson wouldn’t let me tuck my little clit, so I wasn’t as smooth as I liked. It didn’t matter with this dress anyway, I still looked so femme and gorgeous. He walked behind me, even in my six-inch platform pumps he was taller.