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Lissa filled the bathtub while I pulled out my old wardrobe. What did I have that would actually fit?
"You're actually pretty slim, baby," said Lissa. "Lots of guys will want to fuck your pussy. Now get in the tub and shave your legs."
I slid into the tub--it was almost too hot. My skin relaxed and my pores opened up. Lissa had bought a pack of pink Gillette razors for me. I raised my left leg out of the water, shaved down my calf till it was soft and smooth. I did the same with my right, then both of my thighs.
"Lissa! Come in here and help me with my ass."
Lissa popped around the corner, holding a slutty little cocktail dress in front of her. "Your what?"
"My... I mean, my pussy."
"Good girl. Can I borrow this?"
After I was shaved, I stepped out of the bath. I covered myself in lotion with a light floral scent. Sweet Lissa painted my toes for me in blue chrome. She mounted fake fingernails on top of my own and painted them to match.
Before I got dressed, there was one small problem to attend to. Lissa helped me with a silicone gaff so my six-inch cock wouldn't poke through my panties. Once I was mounted, I slid on a pair of sky blue satin panties and a matching bra. I looked in the mirror--not bad so far.
Next, what to wear? My instincts drew me to something conservative, Lissa's quite the opposite. She held up a high-waist tan suede skirt with a row of big silver buttons down the front. It used to be one of my favorites.
"This is perfect!"
"Yeah, if I could fit into it."
"Oh come on, slut. You can too fit into it. Lie down."
I got on my back on the bed. She slid the skirt over my hips. As she tugged it upward, her mouth was right next to mine. I leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away, teasing me. "Save that for the boys, now."
She wrenched the last button tight. The skirt was snug but not painful. Plus, it had a slimming effect, almost like a corset: my hips were appealingly wide and my midsection narrow.
Over top of the skirt and sky blue satin bra, I elected for a lacy white top with spaghetti straps. Over that, a faded denim jacket with the sleeves folded up my forearms.
I had my own dainty cowgirl boots from back in the day. They were tan leather adorned with turquoise, topaz and silver. I pulled the pointy boots on over my smooth legs.
Next step: making up my face. She turned me away from the mirror just to surprise me. I had shaved my face as close as I could, and Lissa laid down a light layer of foundation on top of my smooth, moisturized skin. Black eyeliner, false black eyelashes, some shimmering blue eyeshadow on the outsides of my eyes ("Not TOO slutty," she said), and finally, a pinkish-red lip gloss.
She handed me my blond wig, which dipped below the shoulders. I pulled it on, secured it under my scalp line. She looked at me. "No cowboy hat. You look too cute."
"Can I see?"
"Sure, slut. Take a look."
I stood up and walked to the full-length mirror.
Goddamn.
I was the girl I wanted.
Well-dressed, but in a skirt skimpy enough that any real guy would know she was ready to fuck. Makeup that says, "I want to turn you on." And legs so long and so smooth that even the straightest guy would want to stick his dick up between them.
"Holy shit."
"They are going to love you. Now: let's get a glass of white wine before they get here."
I was nervous for the arrival of the guys. The men. The boys? I had no idea what to expect. We drank our wine, played around with adding jewelry. I ended up with a gold necklace with a butterfly pendant that draped between my A-cup tits.
We laughed and got a little loose. I learned how to walk like a girl again. I practiced my best female voice.
Then the doorbell rang.
My heart pulsed. I got up, smoothed my skirt, and swung my hips as I sashayed to the door.
On the other side were two handsome black guys. Both about six feet tall, both built. One had a shaved head, the other a trim cut around the sides. They took me in as I took in the shock of my new date(s) for the night.
"Damn!!! Girl, you even better than she promised! Mmmmh!"
Lissa came up beside me, smiling gleefully. The guy who spoke was Raymond, the guy with the shaven head, Lissa's boyfriend. He grabbed her ass, pulled her tight into him, kissed her sensually on the lips.
"Baby, how am I gonna fuck you knowing that this fine piece is right nearby?" He slid his hand high up inside my skirt, teasing my ass for a split-second with his fingertips.
"I don't know, baby, maybe you should take a taste of that pussy as well."
"Would that make you jealous?"
"One way to find out..."
They nuzzled together like lovers.
His friend stepped up. "I'm Willie."
"Are you now?" I was surprised by my own sassiness.
"You damn right I am." Willie smiled. He grabbed my thin wrist in his muscular hand and pulled it down to the front of his jeans. Under his pocket was a rib that I eventually realized was his dick. Under my petite palm, I felt it: a pulsing eight-inch cock that was not even hard.
"Well now." I draped my arms over his shoulders and let him kiss me.
"You got a boyfriend?"
It had been almost a decade since anyone had asked me that question.
"Um... no. I don't have a boyfriend."
"Well let's see how it goes tonight," he said.
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