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I was staying in a hotel on the Cote d'Azur, In Nice. I was here alone. To have the holiday that make me feel really relaxed. The Mediterrean see and pleasant october weather will you relax in any case but for me to be truly relaxed and to get rid of all of my fears and tension one extra condition is have to be fulfilled. I am a crossdresser and the transformation is not only a sexual thrill for me but it also brings me feelings of conformity, it calmes
me down and makes me happy. All of this I can feel only under the circumstances, that I'am en femme and feel the luxury garments on, Of course I only was transforming in the safety of my hotel room but to be honest, I've found a confidence to go out like an androgenous figure or a figure with a not-identifiable gender or you could also say as a sissified man or faggot. That day I've decided to visit the Monte Carlo. I could get there by bus or a train, and I chose the bus. I took a long bath and shaved thoroughly, even though I was almost hairless as I have been shaving every day for several years After the bath, I've chos a pretty pink thong with a satin panel in front and slid it up my legs until the back stripe went in my hole to
tease me there all day. I love satin more than anything else and I love to wear panties that makes a double skin around my scrotum and on my bottom but the feeling to have this intruder in my virgin hole is another thrill I cannot resist. Then I put on a pair of black shorts, stretchy and tight, which I thought made my ass sexy and my small penis almost invisible. I have been stroking the globes of my bottom, moving my index finger in between them and moaning a little and imagining , ther was another person who had his hands on me instead of mine. Then I put on a shiny yellow t-shirt with a picture of a pony on it , an outfit for little kids or sissies , but this was exactly the image I wanted to create of myself Also my yelloow sneakers can be considered feminine or girly. Then I put a little lip gloss on my lips and used a black pencil on my eyes. I wear my hair short black, almost metallic shiny, which I love on women and I've always wanted to be like these types, with a look like they hold a secret and so beautiful and unapproachable and desirable... Audrey was at the front desk. She was the type I was trying to mimic. She smiled at me. Bon-jour monsieur G.
Vous êtes très belle aujourd'hui. Les hommes vous aiment Oh, merci beaucoup Audrey, J'espère que vous avez raison pour les hommes. answered I and giggled.
I headed to the entrance and waved to Audrey before stepping onto the sidewalk in front of the hotel. Then I made my way to the rock over Monte Carlo because that was the place where the bus stopped. I came there quite thirsty and a little tired. The place took me by surprise, There seemed to be no people here, maybe it was just a place for people who wanted to be residents of Monaco for taxes. But after a while I found a restaurant that has an open space with a few
tables. I took place at one table and ordered some drink. There was a couple sitting next to me. An young lady and an old man. They spoke english, the lady spoke with some accent, that I could not
identify, but the man sounded obviously American.. I liked them both very much. She was slender, with long dark hair, with a slightly aggressive ook on her face, but still beautiful. She wore a white dress with a very short skirt, and her red thong was visible every time she got up to use the bathroom or go to the bar for another drink. The truth is, she reminded
me prostitute. Well, the man, many people would find him ugly or even repulsive, but I found him so attractive, he was the man who stepped out of my dream. Tall and obviously very heavy, with a big belly, almost bald, but on the contrary with lot of body hair that could be seen all the way down his neck, crawling out from under his shirt He was probably in his sixties or maybe a little older. He was reading the newspaper, and did not seem to paid any attention to his lady, though she looked at him with a sort of devotion and perhaps longing Occasionally he'd said something as he went through the newspaper articles. My little penis down there under the satin pink panel of my panties began to harden. My imagination ran wild. I had images in my head of a lady lying there with that huge man, legs spread, almost unable to move under her sexy, attractive lover, waiting for his cock to get inside her and make her his and make her scream and moan as he fucks her furiously. I was more and more involved in my fantasy, envying the girl and would like to be in her place My head was spinning and I felt as if I were numb., unable to think, just clutching my penis under the table, not knowing who I was, why I was here or what I should do. Pictures of those hairy thick hands on my body, the picture of a hard big cock in his pants that I want to pull down to reveal it, me in a bed in my sexiest lingerie, waiting for him to make me a woman, to make me a bitch, ready to do anything for him, to become his girl, his wife, his slut, his slave. If I was only the woman, with her long hair, he certainly prefers a woman's hair to be long, if I had a juicy cunt instead of my clit, well penis And if I only had the breasts like her even they are not very big. And if I had this face, with the slightlly sluttish smile and the eyes,that smiles at the man too and if I only was sitting here drinking wine and just waiting for my master to use me. Her phone started ringing. She took the call and started speaking Russian. She was talking to a man named Sergei, who I understood was her friend. They exchanged a few words. Anyway, the American looked up from the newspaper and gave her some disapproving look. A friend? he asked. Yes came the short answer. He looked at her for a moment and then started to read again. I was almost trembling, my hand still on my crotch, squeezing my clitty again. Yes, the penis has turned into a clitty as I imagine taking the place of a lady under or on top of the sexy American or wherever he would like me to be. I've been thinking about my next steps. Of course, I wasn't tempted to talk to them. The man paid no attention to me, despite my sissy look. The lady was smiling at me, I didn't know if there was sympathy in her smile or just pity for the poor creature who was not as attractive as she was. Although the sissy made so much effort and tried so much to be an attractive woman she was not here with a man. So maybe she felt sorry
for me, being alone and her being there with the strong, dominant, ignorantn man to be his lover or slut when he decide to want one. The other guests and the waiter looked at me curiously, but I didn't really bother anyone. I wanted to be here, next to the man, I've always dreamd of. Older, experienced, hairy, heavy, big, so much manly with a sexy young lady who wants him and who is attracted to him. Maybe this lady is attracted to him just because he's rich. I got that from his occasional comments on some economic news in the paper. But that just means he's a really strong guy who can be successful even on Wall Street, where there are only bad guys, if that's the way the movies show it.
So to can stay here, with the man who made and was making me crazy I ordered wine as wel as the lady of him. Ther were a difference between our wines, that probably mirrored the difference that was between me and her. Me, a virgin, longing for a man and she, experienced woman, showing her confidence and her thong and the fact that she is the lady who belongs to her man. I somehow got the impression, that she had the same taste in men, as I do So her wine was dark red, full body and I ordered rosé that seemd to be fragile, girlish or sisified, weak and trying to be invisible just like me because there were no man I could show to the world. My existence
as a woman seemsed to have no real purpose without a man.. I've decided to have some food to give me a reason to stay, I was not sure, if I could just drink wine, because I might get drunk. So I've ordered Salade niçoise, which I really liked and which is the type of meals I prefer, because of its dietary benefits. As time went on, I had some more wine and coffee. Then the American suddenly closed the newspaper,
and stood up, told his partner he was gonna pay at the bar. She stood up and said, she will wait for him outside the restaurant. My heart stopped, All I knew was that he's leaving and I'll never see him again, I've looked at him and tried to memorized the image of his body and face.
The man put the newspaper on my table in front of me, the lady has smiled at me and then they left. I was looking on the paper there and I didn't understand why he left it in this place. After a while I remembered that I had seen the man writing something on a page of the newspaper but didn't pay attention to it at the monent. I opened it, Wall Street Journal and started flipping through the pages. It could have taken me a week to read it, and it also took me a while , to get to the right place. I've been going through the paper carefully to see if there is anything unusual or simply a note writen by hand. And there it was, the note written by red pen on the original text. I had to calm down a little bit, took a while to find a courage to read it
for a while. What it could be, could be it adresssed to me? How could I find out if it's for me or if it's all just a coincidence, the man put the newspaper away somewhere because he doesn't need it anymore. And with his arrogant attitude, the strong person like him didn't care if there is a sissy at the table where he put his thrash. The strong man like him , with his arrogant attitude, didn't care if there was a sissy sitting at the table where he put his thrash. The note said: Sissy! Be her tomorrow, 1 p.m. at the same table I looked at the letters, unable to think. It is for me, there is no doubt about it. I am the sissy. I stroked the lovely letters and worlds He wrote for me, though I've would never anticipate it. I had to order another glass of wine. When the waiter brought it to me, I started thinking. Why does he want me to meet him? Is he going to hit me? Me a faggot and a sissy, I knew a lot of people do not like sissies like me, a lot of these strong men, who likes blond beautiful woman with a sweet cunt and big boobs. But here in a restaurant with all these people around, I don't think he'd hit me. And I gonna be here then? I knew that I will even if I'll be one mess,
a frightened, nervous sissy all night. I forgot I had something I wanted to visit. I got up, payed and walk down the lonely street. I was a little bit tipsy, from the wine, from seeing the fantastic man and of course, from this strange experience. I've took a bus and return to Nice. After I came to the hotel, Audrey smiled at me. I smiled too, suddenly felt better, the tension had drained out of me. I went to my room and opened the newspaper, which I had of course brought with me. I looked again at the red letters, the dizziness returned, I understood nothing. Does he want me? Probably not, maybe he wants, what he could want from me if not me as a sissy. Maybe he just want to have sex with a sissy, because he certainly tried everything when it comes
to sex and wants to spice his sexual life some way. the good thing was, that he knew who I really am and therefore he knew why he wants to meet me. I've will just follow because that's what I always wanted.. What should I wear for him. Perhaps he liked me in my current outfit, although he had not seen my pretty thong, perhaps he liked my wardrobe
and it turned him on . So I'll try the same look, maybe it will differ in details. Do I need something, the shops are opened and if I want to buy something better to do it right now, Because tomorrow morning I have to make myself perfect and there will no time for shopping. I should probably use real lipstick and lip glos and I should paint my nails. of course I knew where to go, I run to the store and studied the different collours of lipsticks and nail polish. Then I picked the colour that I liked best. Pink, of course. I wanted to show that I was
an inexperienced woman, sissy. If he wants me slutty he can change me, I'll obey. But if he wants a virgin I'd like tell him that I'm one. I'm
sure that he is a smart man and he must read my signals correctly.
If he will see pink he will understand. I knew he was perfect and that he was sexy, strong, attractive and smart. How did I know that? I wrote that he was a man who stepped out of my dreams and therefore had to be perfect. Upon returning to the room, my mind and clitty was suddenly flooded with experience of the day. I had to lie down on my bed and put the hand into my panties, stroked
mindlessly my hard thing . Then moved my hand down and started caressing my pussy. The vision of the man emerged in front of my inner vision. I've dreamed of the body I would like to submit to, I tried to imagine how he'ill take me. In my bed fantasies I've used to imagine all kinds of sexual positions
but now I could not to choose one that I would like to experience for my first time. But I knew, it won't be up to me to make decisions on position, on anything. My man will do whatever he will want. My hole began clenching around my finger, I feel something strange, some sensations that made me moan. I didn't come. I didn't want, because it seemed to me, I'm his and cannot do it without him. Then my more rational ego took over. Why do I think I am going to be his lover or even one stand fuck? He could have a lot of reasons for wanting to meet me. The truth was, I cannot imagine any other reason than fucking a sissy. My thoughts raced from one thing to another, but they all belonged to him in one way or another. Will he like me? Should I be more girly or more neutral? What am I gonna tell him if he really wants to fuck me or wants a blow-job ? I know it'll scare me. I'm actually very timid person, shy with fragile sol who has a lot of problems to deal with people and with everyday situation. Well it does not seem like every day situation but should I be surprised looking at my reflection in a mirror. I've close my eyes and fell asleep.