Seize the Day part 4

I wake in the morning a little sore but feeling a little better about the situation. It still haunts me. It just seems wrong, but it feels so right. You are already gone as I crawl out of bed. I find you in the kitchen working on breakfast. You say, “Good morning and thanks for last night. I suspect you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You hand me a cup of tea, “It’s an herbal energy drink. Tell me if you like the taste.”

After breakfast you say there are some things in the spare room you want me to try. You get that evil look in your eyes again but it fades quickly. I make my way into the spare room and my eyes widen at the sight. There on the convertible couch is a school girl outfit. Skirt, blouse with matching emblems, guarder belt, stockings, G-string panties, high heels and to top it all off a red wig.

I grab the hanger with the skirt and blouse and rush back into the living room, “What’s this? You don’t want me to wear this do you? I’d look like a girl. I’m not a girl.” My indignation apparent. You just look at me patiently for a moment. “Its my fantasy. I’m not saying you’re a girl. But, you have to admit under the circumstances… what have you got to lose?” I’m still fuming looking at him.

“Calm down. You don’t have to wear it outside.” I take a deep breath and look at the clothes again. I can hear my voice again, ““Please be my fuck buddy. Whatever you want, just don’t tell my wife. I beg you.” Looking back at you I can see you have that recorded too, of course. “Just try it on. There’s a mirror in there.”

I feel my heart pounding as I resign myself to the situation. Fine I’ll try it on, it might be fun after all. After putting it all on I look at myself in the mirror. My heart is still pounding and the clothes or something is causing me to stir. I really look like a girl. My hairy legs are covered and you can barely make out my adam’s apple through the red hair.

I lift the skirt and see my boner sticking out the side of the panties. Then I turn and bend over, the short skirt lifting to expose my bare ass with only the G-string riding up the middle. It’s really turning me on for some reason. I put on the heels and waddle out in to the living room. I strike a pose.

You light up. Your eyes show it. This is what you were hoping for. It gives me chills and I feel my hard dick pounding with my heartbeat. I turn to the side and bend over purposefully exposing my stocking straps, guarder, panties and bare ass. What is coming over me? I almost feel empowered in some way. I never imaged that cross dressing would be so exciting. Maybe the herbs are working.

“Did you see the little white box on the table?” you ask. I hadn’t noticed it and feeling as excited as a little girl I rush back in to find a small white nondescript box. Opening it there is a small egg looking object with a looped string attached to it. I carry it back out with me, a questioning look on my face. You sign for me to come closer.

“Turn around and bend over a little.” Then you take a finger and wet my hole. I just about shoot through the roof, my body jumping at the touch. You push in a little and ask, “You like that? The tea I gave you this morning was potent stuff. An aphrodisiac.” My knees go soft and I feel like rubbing imaginary breasts. My chest heaving I bend down and rest my hands on my knees letting you finger my ass willingly.

Then you take the egg shaped thing and squeeze it in.