Halloween Femme Fatale Transformation Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

My friend Tucker was so nervous as he sipped hard his second glass of champagne. Or was it third? To be honest, I was “sipping” a little too much myself that afternoon so some details might be little fuzzy. “Jasmine,” he says to me, “do I really want to do this?” It is Halloween, I tell him.  What better time to pretend to play dress up and in reality actually become the woman you have always wanted to be? “You’re right Jasmine,” he said. “I know it.”

Well naturally I am right.  I lean back and watch as Tucker he paces a round the fitting rooms of Divine Decadence Transformation Boutique and Champagne Bar an establishment known to a select few that had recently opened in Greenwich Village. You should not be so nervous, I tell him. You are going to look fabulous darling. And this Halloween is going to be the best one you have ever had because I am by your side, my hand on your pantyhose clad knee. And it all feels so very very good. 

“Fabulous? You really think so?” Tucker sits down grabs the bottle of Moet and pours himself a nother glass. I had first met him a few months ago at cocktail party and he and I became fast friends. He was all ears when I complained about husband and for my part I indulged and encouraged his desire to transform from man to woman.

“You have such an eye for fashion,” he said to me last week rummaging through my magnificent walk-in closet.

“Yes, darling,” I replied. “You are shocked? Are you not aware of my former life as a model?”

He then sat for hours and listened to my life story, paying special attention the descriptions of my many wardrobes, my huge collection of lingerie and silk stockings , my lavish collection of high heels.

Now here we were, the big moment and Tucker he was shopping for lingerie, getting makeup done and buying his first dress.

“I want something more than a dress, Jasmine, more than just pantyhose and high heels” he said looking off at the ceiling. “I want an Audrey Hepburn movie.”

As the day progresses, he tried on dress after dress, his initial apprehension completely vanishing.

“I think I found the one.” he said, excitement emanating from his voice. He stepped out of fitting room slowly.

Gone now were his constricting uniform of manhood, and in its place, delicate panties and bra, stockings, high heels, the flowing, feminine, beautiful gown of princess.

He spun around showing his body and shaking off society’s rules. “What do you think?”

I smile and tell him he looks beautiful and he does!

“I feel beautiful! he tells me in reply. So, so beautiful. And so free! I am ready to take on the world!”

“Not quite yet” I tell him.

“What do you mean,” his face fell. A doubt comes into his eyes.

“Well now it is time for us to do your hair and makeup. And to teach you how to walk in those high heels!”

 

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

Jasmine

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