My life as Daddy's sissy

My eyes are shadowed with blacks and greys, such a dramatic, sexy look. All those hours of practice and lessons have paid off. I can make my face look girlish and sweet with pinks and roses, or I can go high-fashion dramatic with greens and electric blues. Tonight, I’ve gone with smoldering smoky eyes, which seem to be the most appropriate for demonstrating how much I want to be fucked tonight.

I wear a black satin evening gown that hugs my new curves tightly. This is why I’ve worked so hard on my body, so I can have a figure like this. Yes, I need a little help from a waist nipper, as I still have boyishly straight hips, but with my middle pulled in a few inches, I have a shape to savor.

I just love how much the hormones have reduced my muscles. My arms are thin and toned, not masculine at all. I have worked hard on my hand gestures, making sure to be as gracefully limp-wristed as possible at all times. Of course, my nails are long and end in perfectly manicured French tips.

I slip into my 5’’ French pumps, black patent leather, so simple, so classic, yet a sexier shoe has never been made. Even though I have a closet full of wonderful eye candy for my feet (thanks daddy!) sometimes it seems simplest is best.

I dab just a little perfume, Chanel No. 9, between my breasts and behind my ears. The smell reminds me of how feminine I’ve become, and how important it is to always be my most girlish for you. You haven’t punished me for being boyish in months, and I want to make sure that never happens again.

I hear your car pull into the driveway. I get so excited! My heart speeds up. My boiclit stirs in its little cage. I practically quiver with anticipation.

You walk in and a throw my arms around you, just can’t wait to hold you, to feel your big strong arms around me…

--to be continued—

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Hugs,

Nancy