15 Magical Submission
Part 15
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 15
Magical Submission
Not allowing myself to be crushed by Vickys revelations. Mistress had told Dawn. The lovely Tranny at the desk earlier to let me try on and buy whatever i so desired. Yes. Paradise. Even in such as mine a predicament. Victoria now manager worked in an office on the private floor. Which sold bespoke, lifelike breasts and more. For fashion and for films and TV. For medical, nursing purposes. Aswell as the reasons i and many wluld so desire to try and feel the delights and real life likeness of these beautifuly crafted boobs. How they hung. How they felt. They attatched to your proper nipple. In such a way that once properly attatched (3 months the usual minimum time) when ones new boob was squeezed or especially the nipple carrassed... ones own nipple would be tugged and teased. Revealing completely new feelings of sexuality and desire. Using state of the art design and new narural glues they would be expertly applied in perfect skin tone and once attatched be unmoveable for the stated time. These fabulous tits made my mouth water. My little cltty cage feeling tighter than ever! There where a pair of DD's in my allmost exact paleish skin colour. Top of the range. Matching my body size too. Teardrop shaped so very wonderously. But they cost thousands! Encouraged to gaze at that pair for a lovely while. That was the last time i spoke to Vicky as she measured me and teased me with all these amazing new boobs.... that i couldn't afford. However, Dawn then helped me try on any and everything i liked. And i did! Heels, lengerei, corsets, dresses. Jewellery. Bodystockings. I no longer needed a wig did i! Belts, uniforms, toys, make up. Skirts, dresses. I filled 3 large bags. By now beyond excited to soon see Mistress Fiona! As Dawn payed with my Sissie Lee Katey card... she put in the boobs and winked.
Mistress Fiona had actually rang me before i left the store. Her store. She sounded so assured. So in control. So happy on the phone. She made me week at the knees. Week everywhere. Telling me to pick my favourite outfit, to enjoy my increasingly tingly bum cheeks, spreading to a wiggle in my hip. To enjoy the same tingling feeling increasing in my breasts. To trust her and the moment and enjoy being free. To look my best. To meet her in a large pub carpark a couple of streets away. Eventually sort of half perfecting a personal, totter, come wiggle, come shy mince, come sensual sissy diva strut as i teetered there.
Having chosen immediatley the white winter overcoat. Fake fur cuffs and hems. Warmingly femme. A practical and still strilingly sexual number. This was a truly magestic experience. Actually dressing and showering at 'Fiona's'. Being given the chance to dress as i wush looking as soul searchingly new. In so many ways. And feeling so in even more. Clingy, black with nude trim knicks. Though not covering much. They did so perfectly. An ideal fit. Matching black, with nude, lacey trim shape changingly tight corset. Barely black silk hold up stockings. I always preferred hold ups to suspender belts. I was now falling in love with the feel of the bare flesh, just below my bum every ti.e i swished and sat down. I had aver half a dozen outfits to choose from. Not knowing exactly where i was going i chose, rather boringly given my liking of black. A black, stretchy, clingy, nylon/satin/lycra type mixed material with flared cuffs and hem. It tucked my corseted waist in even more delightfully. Flaring just below my pert bummy cheeks it felt and looked exquisite. I could hardly believe it was me looking back from the mirror as i touched up my lippy and put on my white coat.
The injections i had were making me want ro touch myself constantly. Squeeze my own bummy. Or carress my stiffened nips. Not to mmention the silken lace of my knicks brushing over my sensitivity heightened clitty cocklet end. I was in submissive, feminized bliss. Confident i could not look much better i made my way towards my date with destiny and Mistress Fiona.
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 15
Magical Submission
Not allowing myself to be crushed by Vickys revelations. Mistress had told Dawn. The lovely Tranny at the desk earlier to let me try on and buy whatever i so desired. Yes. Paradise. Even in such as mine a predicament. Victoria now manager worked in an office on the private floor. Which sold bespoke, lifelike breasts and more. For fashion and for films and TV. For medical, nursing purposes. Aswell as the reasons i and many wluld so desire to try and feel the delights and real life likeness of these beautifuly crafted boobs. How they hung. How they felt. They attatched to your proper nipple. In such a way that once properly attatched (3 months the usual minimum time) when ones new boob was squeezed or especially the nipple carrassed... ones own nipple would be tugged and teased. Revealing completely new feelings of sexuality and desire. Using state of the art design and new narural glues they would be expertly applied in perfect skin tone and once attatched be unmoveable for the stated time. These fabulous tits made my mouth water. My little cltty cage feeling tighter than ever! There where a pair of DD's in my allmost exact paleish skin colour. Top of the range. Matching my body size too. Teardrop shaped so very wonderously. But they cost thousands! Encouraged to gaze at that pair for a lovely while. That was the last time i spoke to Vicky as she measured me and teased me with all these amazing new boobs.... that i couldn't afford. However, Dawn then helped me try on any and everything i liked. And i did! Heels, lengerei, corsets, dresses. Jewellery. Bodystockings. I no longer needed a wig did i! Belts, uniforms, toys, make up. Skirts, dresses. I filled 3 large bags. By now beyond excited to soon see Mistress Fiona! As Dawn payed with my Sissie Lee Katey card... she put in the boobs and winked.
Mistress Fiona had actually rang me before i left the store. Her store. She sounded so assured. So in control. So happy on the phone. She made me week at the knees. Week everywhere. Telling me to pick my favourite outfit, to enjoy my increasingly tingly bum cheeks, spreading to a wiggle in my hip. To enjoy the same tingling feeling increasing in my breasts. To trust her and the moment and enjoy being free. To look my best. To meet her in a large pub carpark a couple of streets away. Eventually sort of half perfecting a personal, totter, come wiggle, come shy mince, come sensual sissy diva strut as i teetered there.
Having chosen immediatley the white winter overcoat. Fake fur cuffs and hems. Warmingly femme. A practical and still strilingly sexual number. This was a truly magestic experience. Actually dressing and showering at 'Fiona's'. Being given the chance to dress as i wush looking as soul searchingly new. In so many ways. And feeling so in even more. Clingy, black with nude trim knicks. Though not covering much. They did so perfectly. An ideal fit. Matching black, with nude, lacey trim shape changingly tight corset. Barely black silk hold up stockings. I always preferred hold ups to suspender belts. I was now falling in love with the feel of the bare flesh, just below my bum every ti.e i swished and sat down. I had aver half a dozen outfits to choose from. Not knowing exactly where i was going i chose, rather boringly given my liking of black. A black, stretchy, clingy, nylon/satin/lycra type mixed material with flared cuffs and hem. It tucked my corseted waist in even more delightfully. Flaring just below my pert bummy cheeks it felt and looked exquisite. I could hardly believe it was me looking back from the mirror as i touched up my lippy and put on my white coat.
The injections i had were making me want ro touch myself constantly. Squeeze my own bummy. Or carress my stiffened nips. Not to mmention the silken lace of my knicks brushing over my sensitivity heightened clitty cocklet end. I was in submissive, feminized bliss. Confident i could not look much better i made my way towards my date with destiny and Mistress Fiona.
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