The nylon slowly encases his legs and
his erection grows and grows, stimulated by the strangely exciting feeling of the
thin nylon fabric on his bare skin. And when he slips into the pumps and buckles
up the ankle straps, his cock becomes even harder.
He gets up from the edge of the bed
and his first, wobbling steps in the six inch heels take him to a little mirror
on the dresser where he puts on the ash-blonde wig. It changes his face
completely and he suddenly cannot resist the urge to see himself completely
dressed in lingerie.
His steps click loudly on the shiny,
parquetted floor of the hall as he walks to the master bedroom, as fast as he
dares in the unfamiliar high heels. There is a fur coat on the clothes stand
near the front door and he pauses a moment to put it on. The light-tan and grey
coat comes down to just above his stockinged knees and the feel of the fur on
the nylon excites him even more. He wraps the fur tightly around him and
strides into the master bedroom.
The vision in the double floor to
ceiling mirror makes his heart leap. A fur clad female with short, ash-blonde
hair and in sheer black stockings and shiny black stiletto heels is smiling
back at him. He moves his hips this way and that and the vision becomes even
more erotically alluring. He slowly, deliberately, opens the fur coat wide and
at the sight of his corseted, gartered and stockinged body, his rock-hard erection
stands out like a flagpole.
He slowly lets himself down on the soft fur and for a while he poses in
front of the mirror. Aroused by the erotic vision his hand closes on his cock
and he is no longer able to restrain himself...
This is an excerpt from
Carl = Carla; The Story of a Transformation"
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