One of my sissiest moments was years ago when I was staying at my parents’ house the week befo
One of my sissiest moments was years ago when I was staying at my parents’ house the week before my sister Madison’s wedding. I was at home alone one morning with a vacation day while everyone else was working. I felt the girly urge, so I went to my sister’s room to find some of her clothes to wear while tugging my clitty, as I had done many times before. As I opened her closet door, I saw it. The treasure trove. The gold mine. Her beautiful wedding dress. My other sisters’ bridesmaids dresses. In fact, all the bridesmaids dresses. And the mothers’ dresses (bride and groom). Every dress which would be worn to the wedding by every female member of the family, and 3 work days with an empty house. My very own sissy boy dress shop bridal salon. I started with the wedding dress, and wore everything Madison did: dress, heels, panties, corset, garter, veil, and a bra (gotta enhance those boy titties). I paraded around the house, pretended to be her, and finally listened to sissy hypno, tugged my clitty, and spurted on her bed. I then carefully put everything back in place, never to be noticed. Later in the day I did the same for each of my sisters’ bridesmaids dresses, and the dresses of my sister’s slutty little bimbo friends. In each one my clitty grazed the fabric, marking its territory, claiming alpha girl status. Some were too loose, some too snug, but just like the wedding dress, one fit like a glove. Her friend Jessica, the prettiest and sluttiest of them all. I christened Jessica’s dress as I had the bridal gown. Rinse and repeat the next day for mother of the groom, mother of the bride, and a few other dresses for out of town cousins, aunts, and others. The last was a tight, short little party dress for my 17-year-old niece Sarah, a true hottie who had grown into enjoying being a little cock tease, and who couldn’t wait to turn 18, move to the big city, hit the clubs, and get all the attention that was then forbidden to her. Her dress was the best spurt, envisioning all the big alpha cock poundings she’s since been enjoying every weekend as a gold digger in training. So eventually the wedding comes, and I put on my sad manly suit like all the other guys. We arrive at the ceremony, and one by one I see all the girls in all their beautiful dresses, each blissfully unaware of all the dress up fantasies and pleasure tugging I’ve done in her dress. Although, in some way, since I wore it first, you could say she was wearing my dress. Sarah was sexy in my cocktail dress. Jessica was gorgeous in my bridesmaid dress. And Madison was beautiful in my wedding gown. -- source link
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