Part 2

The card the man threw down to me in the booth said, “Daddy Daryl, Always Ready, Always Loaded, Can Host, Will Travel” and had his phone number and email address at the bottom. I had looked at the card multiple times daily after that night. I would dress up, doll up, have a drink or two, then dial the digits and just stare at the phone before canceling the call out and walking away.

The thing is, I really enjoyed sucking his cock that night. I had been fucking myself silly with the giant vibrating dong I had purchased that night, and found myself taking neighborhood walks at night, so that I could insert and grind on my butt plug as I walked.

Walking with a plug inside of your pussy definitely helped me walk more feminine. I would wear skin tight nylon exercise leggings, which helped me to do pussy exercises as I sashayed down the road, by forcing the plug out of me, then sucking it back up inside of me without breaking stride.

In addition to mineral oil and warm water enemas, I had implemented a high fiber diet, in an effort to be able to clean myself out well so that I could have fun with my toys. I was dropping weight as a result, which is awesome for a sissy, because the less you weigh, the more you can be dominated by a strong man.

Also, being slender allowed me to fit into more sexy, slutty clothes. There is nothing more satisfying than being able to slide into a skimpy dress, then look into the mirror and say to yourself, “It fits.” Well, there is almost nothing more satisfying, and that brings me back to Daryl.

The card Daryl had given me served as an inspiration to make myself as attractive and girly as I possibly could. Hunger pangs became enjoyable, because I knew where that would eventually take me. I was definitely not totally passable, but could slip into dresses, or a skirt and blouse, do my hair and makeup, and go into stores and so forth.

I would typically go shopping at malls that were 15-20 miles away from my part of town, so that I could feel more free and easy about being spotted by people who might know me. Shopping for dresses and lingerie just means more to a sissy. I can definitely see how girls could become shopaholics. They have so many more clothing options than men, and they’re so much more fun to wear!

Living in the south, especially at this time in America, being outed publicly by some douchebag guy or some redneck bitch became a much more legitimate risk, but one thing I noticed about women in retail sales was that they were happy to see me walking up, because they work on commission and know that sissies are spenders.

Anyway, I put on a dress, plugged my sissy pussy, and put on my panties, then drove to Macy’s. I got some panties and a few bras, then made an impulse purchase on a wine colored, keyhole front, open back satin slip dress that was knee length. The lady helping me took my measurements and told me that it might be a little clingy, but it should definitely fit, so I took the plunge and bought it.

I couldn’t wait to get home and try it on! I jumped out of my clothes but left the plug in, put on a nightie, made myself a drink, turned Britney up, did my makeup, then put on some thigh high black stockings and slipped the dress on. I checked myself in the mirror, and was very happy with my purchase!

The panties I was wearing had a ruched bottom to give me a little lift on my ass cheeks, and the elastic around the leg openings and ass gave me a total panty line through the dress, but here’s the thing about a sissy like me: I LOVE panty lines, and also LOVE when my panties ride up my ass.

I made another drink, changed the music from Britney’s, In The Zone, to Britney’s, Femme Fatale, hit shuffle, and went back to my bedroom.