A Sissy (S)exercise Fantasy

As I dressed, I felt my entire personality change. It was a transformation that usually only came over me after work, when I traded dress shirts for blouses and pants for skirts, but one that I hadn't felt so strongly since the first time I had Nair'd myself hairless in the shower -- and then lovingly caressed my wondrous, impossibly smooth legs until the water ran cold.

Before I could look in the mirror and spoil the illusion, I opened the treasure box atop my dresser and pulled out my new glasses. Thanks to my allergies, I'd never been able to wear contact lenses, so I usually had to prance around blind, rather than let my black, boring, boy's glasses ruin my carefully constructed façade of femininity. Thanks to the miracles of online shopping, and a great summer discount I'd stumbled upon, I finally had a pair of prescription glasses that I could happily wear while dressed as my soul demanded.

The frames were much thicker than my normal glasses, but the plastic was a shiny purple, with tiny diamond-like sparkles all over. The lenses themselves were just over half the size I was used to, but nicely shaped, with almost a retro cat's eye look to them.

They were perfect. I slipped them on and smiled at the pretty sissy in the mirror. We were perfect.

My plan was to ride my bike across town to the public track, run (or at least jog) a full mile around it, and then bike home. I estimated that would give me a solid hour of exercise, and would definitely work up a sweat. I felt a little self conscious about being so publicly exposed as a sissy, but I knew traffic would be light at five o'clock in the morning, and the only other people on the track would be serious joggers who wouldn't care about anything but their time.

Finding two nearly-flat tires on my bike didn't exactly get me off to the best of starts, but the gas station was only a few blocks away, and only a little bit out of my way. I struggled up the hill to get there, fighting gravity as much as the slack tires, but I looked at it as added exercise. Fortunately, I'd thought to pack some change in my fanny pack along with my house keys, so I was in good shape. I popped my fifty cents into the machine and quickly set to filling my tires.