Sissy Crissi Chapter 1

I started with my eyes, curled lashes, mine were unusually long, mascara and liner. Next came a slightly heavy application of light and darker blue shadow. After a light foundation, some hider, and just a hint, well maybe a bit more than a hint, of blush, I was ready for my Angel Red lipstick. I did so love everything about lipstick - the look, the taste, the telltale traces.

Another walk to the dressing mirror, this time fully enjoying the sensations between my legs as a minced across the floor, one foot in front of the other - I stood in front of my reflection and struck pose after pose, each that of a beautifully sexy woman. I was now ready to complete my transformation and enjoy my first time ever out enfemme. I would, at first, try to avoid any close contact, but I so wanted to just walk down a street, to feel the cool evening air under my skirt, to maybe turn a head or two.

I hurried back to the dressing table where I started curling my hair, not too much, just enough to get that distinctly feminine look. A white ribbon choker, long drop pearl earrings, and a quick spray of my favorite Erika scent, and I was ready to dress.

I chose a too tight, too short, very clingy white cotton stretch skirt and a blousy short sleeve button top of matching color. With the buttons opened one too far and the large collar turned slightly up in back, I chose a wide red belt and buckled it around my waist. A bracelet to match my dangling pearl earrings and I was ready and eager to find what the night would bring.

I readied my purse, placed my coat over the back of the couch, and sat down for a glass of wine and a cigarette to calm my nerves before leaving. I was shaking with anticipation as I took my first sip. The bright red lipstick, first on my wine glass and then on my cigarette, was a reminder of my sluttish look. I crossed my legs and admired the soft, smooth, look of my stockings glistening on my thigh. I placed the cigarette in an ashtray, the wine on the table, and reached over my knee to hold my ankle around the delicate red leather strap.