I slipped my feet into the peach satin shoes with two inch heels that now completed my transformation.

I don't know. I expect so." I stood up, "Mind you, I would like that bike, wouldn't you? After all, I suppose it would be a laugh." I felt myself wavering and looked at Peter. "Yeah, I guess so. What do you think?"What!" we said together, "She wants us to do what?" I turned to Peter, "She wants us to dress as girls! You must be kidding!" Oh, have I?" I said. Next, she took the waspie and put it around my waist. "I think this will pull you in a bit, as your tummy is fat and it will give you hips like a girl's." She drew the laces together as it cinched my waist. "There, that's better. It's not too tight, is it? I've a good mind to make you wear it all the time," she laughed, "and keep that tummy in! - too many sweets!" The car arrived at the church, and the driver opened the door and helped us out. A thrill ran through me as I stood smoothing the dress, which was wafting in the light breeze and gleaming in the sunshine. We held hands and moved towards the church steps past the watching crowd of friends and neighbours, blushing at the comments about what a sweet picture we made together. Five minutes later, our door opened and my dad came in. "How're you doing boys? I've come to ask you both a favour, and I won't blame you for refusing."

As I tried to hide my embarrassment, she held the petticoats up and put them over my head, arranging them around my hips, smoothing the satin top one over the doubled net. "Oh my, they're so pretty," she said, "just look at that lace." The satin overskirt was shorter than the others, on which treble flounces of scalloped lace were sewn. Again I raised my arms to allow her to put on the matching satin camisole top, which had a band of matching lace with a peach satin bow in the centre. Things progress, and one of the guys – who is fully aware I’m gay – asks outright if he can have sex with me. The doorbell rang again, "Oh Michael, will you see who it is, please". I sighed and ran down stairs and opened the front door. A telegram boy stood there with a silly grin on his face. I reached to take the message, but he leered "What about my tip, then". Hey! I'm sorry! Mum, see how Peter is getting on, as I'd better explain what she, I mean he, has to do."The same goes for you Peter" said my uncle, "I think you would both deserve a reward if you did it. I know it's a lot to ask any boy. Think about it for a few minutes. We'll be downstairs."

I told her it was mine, and she said "Well, it was a lovely thing to do, and if I may say so, you certainly played your parts well. Now I expect you'll want to go home and change." Downstairs is a sea of leather, fur and silver chains. Men start to flirt and my friend and I hit it off with two guys from a big investment firm (more successful networking than any of my LinkedIn opportunities). It’s an interesting proposition and it sort of sounds like a scam. I’ll mull over it for a few days. Tuesday I’m watching How to Get Away with Murder, still working on my sex party dilemma. There’s nothing like the topic of death to bring up its antithesis – sex – and there’s nothing like boredom to make the mind wander in wild and mysterious ways.It’s time for the party. My friend and I arrive through a gated entrance, and to a bar boasting a larger-than-life ice sculpture of a penis. I’m told to put my mouth at its tip before vodka is poured down – yes, really. Cheerleader Kait is a wonderfully slutty bi cheerleader and fitness model. She’s managed to seduce most of her team to Onlyfans, and often loves to post with them all showing off their perfect naked bodies all together. With Cheerleader Kait, you can expect a lot of fun solo play, lesbian action, guy on girl, threesomes of all varieties, and more. A girl’s got to have fun somehow. Er, no, not really, but your sister thinks that if you wore the bridesmaids' dresses, it would be better, as you're not the smartest two I have ever seen, even if you have new suits."

Peter then smiled, and, keeping hold of my hand said, "You see, even doing this feels natural now; and to be honest, I think you look very pretty." Put these shoes on and I think we can show the others what a pretty girl you are now; if that's the right thing to say." Alice Exodia is your small titty goth girlfriend from the French side of Canada. She’s been naughty, and quite liked it, so she’s continuing the trend, and showing you just how naughty she can really be. She points out that her wall is explicit, so you can expect to be hard right when you arrive. These lesbian Onlyfans bombshells are some of the best from around the globe. We hope you loved discovering these babes as much as we did. It was hard to parse through the amazing competition that Onlyfans provides for our adult entertainers, but we remain committed to finding you top quality content to enjoy. Was there anyone we left off the list? Who did you discover that you now can’t get enough of?However, when both the poop flood and urine stream had ceased, she recollected herself. “What was that for?” she asked, obnoxiously. I think parties like these mean you’re naturally operating outside of your comfort zone, and so I find myself saying yes. We waited at the gate smiling and thanking the guests as they arrived and complimented us on how pretty we looked; both of us now thoroughly enjoying the girls' roles that we were required to play, with the silent relief that we both felt somehow completely unashamed at trying to feel feminine. It was wonderful as the evening drew on, and we gaily flitted to and fro, delighting in our new world of showing off our femininity and the pretty clothes we were wearing. As we entered the church and moved up the aisle, we could hear murmurs of admiration for the radiant bride, whom we now set off with our pretty peach satin dresses, and we smiled with inward delight at our lovely secret.