Donna Part Three – Transvestite Porn Stories
Sunday, April 8th, 2007We dressed. For me that meant tying my penis back between my buttocks, putting
on a garterbelt, stockings and high heeled sandals, and slipping into a long
fox coat, lifting my long hair over the collar. The satin lining caressed my
skin and caught lightly on the erect nipples of my latex breasts. My long red
nailed fingertips swept through the luxuriant fur. We were going out dressed
like this, ready to bare ourselves to the world. Donna had the Polaroid camera
to snap the flash pictures.
The fur had no closures.. I was all that held it shut. In the back of the cab
I saw the cabbie stare into the mirror. I let the fur slide open, shut it
quickly as the cab swerved across the street. In the mirror I saw my face with
a huge wicked smile showing white teeth outlined in red lipstick.
Our first stop was the mall downtown. It was all but deserted at 2 AM. I opened
my coat wide and Donna snapped a picture. My eyes were bright red dots, my
hairless body was luminescent against the dark lining, and the lights of the
city shone behind me. I exposed myself to the world, showed that I was not
ashamed of my nakedness.. but was in no hurry to get arrested either!
As we walked the satin rubbed against my body touching and caressing my flesh.
We entered a greek resturant. I didn’t check my coat. I had been there before
to awtch the cabaret dancers, but only in my male clothes. Let them stare I
thought.. I am beautiful! The bartenders jaw dropped, but Donna snapped some
picures with my coat open and we moved on. I saw the bouncer stop someone from
following us as we walked away.. Donna had friends.
We got on a subway and rode to the beach. The photos on the subway were
wonderful, and I let my coat hang open and the air come against my hairless
pubis. My finger strayed under Donna’s skirt to her clitroris. It was dark at
the beach, but I felt powerful, and shed my coat as Donna snapped me
sillouetted aginst the reds, golds and purples of the rising sun.
Just looking at the photographs were a powerful turn-on. I fell to my knees and
put my head under Donna’s skirt and ate her hungrily. We had sex on the beach
under my fur, and went home. I had two more days to go to become the first male
sister.
After a few hours sleep, It was time to dress for my first public performance.
We drew a hot scented bubble bath and relaxed. Donna rubbed my tan body down
with perfumed lotion. The tan lines from the bikini to I wore at the tanning
booth were faint but noticeable. Full makeup went on, from deep contour to
tons of eyeliner. My breast forms that had been removed for the bath, but
tonight all the flesh would be my own. I pulled on the beaded bra, and lifted
my breasts so that they would be pushed into place by the silicone inserts.
Donna ran her hands over my newly formed breasts, and i felt a tingle in my
nipples. Usually we have one of these for both holes, Donna smiled, but you
only need one. She inserted a butt plug deep into my anus. My cock was again
imprisoned between my buttocks, lavishly lubricated to ease the constant
friction when I walked. It held the plug tightly. The panties slipped over
all of this, cut so high that the clefts between my legs and hip showed all the
way up. My pubis was smooth and hairless, so nothing peeked out. The
embroidered skirt went over that.. in belly dancing the positions of the legs
are not always attractive, and the skirt conceals as much as it reveals. The 10
pound girdle went on next, weighing down my hips so that every move of them is
accentuated, so you feel the weight bearing down. The veils covered me. I
slipped on a pair of heeled sandals, my toenails painted the same shade as my
lengthened fingernails, and I was ready.
Walking to the studio was different. I felt my buttocks squeeze my cock, and
the butt plug made me squirm.
Our first performance in public was scheduled for a local mall at the height of
day. A stretch limo had been hired to drive us to the mall, and the we piled
in. I was dressed in pink and purple, but with my sisters in orange, red
,green, in all their shades, we were wildly colorful. The limousine smelled of
perfume and the perspiration of our half naked bodies. We swept through the
crowd at the mall, veils flowing behind us, and went to the central stage. My
heart pounded with adrenaline as I thought of all of those people watching me
be something that I wasn’t. I was a faker in this outfit of chiffon and silk.
There was a mirrored facade on one of the stores, and I saw four beautiful
women making their way through the crowd. I retreated into my mind and
remembered that I was Meena, lovely dancer whose body and talents were meant to
serve and delight. My body loosened as I relaxed and in my next glance in the
mirror I was walking with the grace and fluidity of one born to dance. I
accepted the heat coming from the audience, accepted their visible desire for
me as my due. I was a sister in the dance. I was the object of their
affection, and I embraced it and it made me strong.
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