Mother's Memoirs Unfinished

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To be honest, when I realized that in this crowded carriage, a hand, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, was deliberately rubbing my buttocks, which were covered in a black office lady's tight skirt, I was somewhat frightened, but also secretly delighted… because this audacious pervert, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, didn't even realize I was a man dressed as a woman, and he kept groping me, kneading my buttocks along the curves of my buttocks through the skirt, as if he really thought I was a timid woman who dared not speak up.
However, this also meant that my first adventure of dressing as a woman in broad daylight seemed to be quite successful; at least in terms of my attire, I hadn't given myself away yet, and I'd even attracted a fool to harass me, which was quite something! However, looking at this sardine-packed commuter crowd, I had no space to dodge this groping hand. If he went further and continued to rub, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't be exposed.
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I found myself stuck in the human mass, enjoying the strange, itchy sensation of men rubbing my buttocks, while simultaneously reminiscing about what had happened almost half a year ago that awakened the feminine side within me…
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Let me introduce myself first! People who know me call me Xiao Bao; I won't mention my real name. About two years ago, I had a huge fight with my stepfather over a beating he gave my mother, so in a fit of pique, I abandoned my half-finished four-year vocational college and left home alone to go north to stay with an online friend I met through gaming. This guy, Cong Ge, who was two years older than me, was also from my hometown in the south, but he had left home even earlier. Right after graduating from high school, he went to Taipei and found jobs in courier services and convenience stores. He found a small, partitioned room on the rooftop of a building in the bustling suburbs, and over the years, he had made a name for himself. Through his arrangements and assistance, I moved into the empty room next to his and found a job as a waiter at a nearby bar. With an income, I was able to settle down temporarily.
The top floor where I lived was divided into five small rooms. Besides Cong Ge and me, the other three rooms were occupied by Ah Jun, a taxi driver; Xiao Li, a real estate agent; and Diao Ge, whose livelihood was unknown. We were all from the south and about the same age, so sometimes we would gather in the small living room to cook hot pot, drink, and chat. Of
course, we, a group of strong men from all over the country, also had sexual needs. Therefore, everyone had some casual sex partners, which we would often bring back to our rooms for sex. Everyone was used to it and no one found it strange.
Under the influence of this environment, after working at the bar for more than two months, I also picked up a girl named Xiao Sao who had also run away from home. This daring and avant-garde young woman, who occasionally came to the hair salon near the bar where she worked for drinks, was one of those girls who hit it off with me. Neither of us were exactly innocent, so it wasn't long before we were in bed together, having several intense encounters. Perhaps she was satisfied with my performance? A few days later, she packed up her meager belongings and moved into my room to live with me. Although the room was small, with barely any space after a single bed, we still managed to squeeze in. Our other roommates often did the same thing, and occasionally a few scantily clad women would pop out, swaying their large breasts, walking around. As long as it didn't interfere with the others, everyone was accepting. So after this young woman moved into my room, my roommates all knew I had a regular hookup. My friend even joked that I was really lucky to have found such a good catch. And so, several months passed before I knew it...
Xiao Sao worked at a hair salon from 3 PM to 10 PM, and occasionally stayed to learn new techniques, so she usually finished around 11 PM. My work hours were from 4 PM to a little after 1 AM, so she would often wait for me at the salon after work, and by the time we got back to our place, it was almost 2 AM. This lifestyle turned us into night owls, and we'd often have sex as soon as we got back, which would last until at least 3 or 4 AM. Xiao Sao's figure was truly amazing—a shapely S-curve, with large, teardrop-shaped D-cup breasts. Because of her job, everything she did—from her hairstyle to her clothes and makeup—was incredibly trendy and fashionable. And her sexiness during sex was undeniable; she was both wanton and incredibly good at moaning, so I always had to gag her and tell her to be quiet so as not to disturb others. Moreover, her sex drive was quite high. Every time I had sex with her, it would take at least an hour, including foreplay and intercourse, often leaving me exhausted. She still wasn't satisfied and would insist on riding me and manipulating my poor
, almost drained penis. After enjoying this kind of sexual pleasure for a while, she suddenly made a strange request…
That morning, as soon as we got back to our little hut, she went to take a shower. I sat cross-legged on the bed, staring blankly at the small, secondhand TV we had just bought. Because there wasn't much space in the room, the TV had to be placed on a small dressing table that my friend had brought over. Even the fourth channel signal was stolen from downstairs. It was practically the only form of entertainment in this extremely cramped hut. I casually flipped through a few channels but didn't find anything interesting. Just as I was getting bored, the screen suddenly switched to a variety show featuring several third-party sex workers talking about their personal journeys. Seeing these sexy women, even more attractive than real women, my gaze was drawn to them. Just as I was engrossed in watching, Xiao Sao called out to me. Turning around, I saw that she had entered the room wrapped in a large bath towel. Seeing me so absorbed in watching TV, she pouted and walked over to me, removing the towel and saying coquettishly,
"Haven't you had enough of my body? You're practically drooling over other women! Humph~"
I laughed awkwardly, then wrapped my arms around her waist, wanting to give her a quick kiss, but she deliberately turned her head away, looking jealous. I wisely whispered in her ear, because her ears are her weak spot; a little breath there is enough to make her melt. Sure enough, after only a few moments, she let out a series of soft moans, and her body began to writhe wantonly. I quickly seized the opportunity to explain to her,
"How could that be? I only like looking at you naked! Those girls on TV aren't women at all, how can they compare to you? I was just curious and took a look!"
"Not women?"
Hearing me say that, the little slut turned her head to look at the TV screen. I was about to take the opportunity to touch her breasts and push her down to lick her cunt, but she blocked my hand that was about to sneak up on her and shouted,
"Go take a shower first! I'll do it when I'm all clean, I won't give you a blowjob if you're smelly!"
Hearing her say it so directly, I didn't dare to force her, so I could only squat down by the bed and dig out a change of underwear from the storage box under the bed. Since she moved in, the original plastic wardrobe wasn't enough for all her clothes, so I had to give it up. I bought a folding rack specifically for our outerwear, and a few transparent storage boxes that could be pushed under the bed to store my limited number of underwear. I picked up the large bath towel she had left by the bed and went to the bathroom to shower.
When I returned to the room, still wearing the towel around my waist, I found her sitting cross-legged in the spot I had just been sitting naked, engrossed in watching TV. I pulled back the towel covering my lower body, mimicking her by being naked, and coughed a few times on purpose. Only then did she notice me enter the room. She gave me a shushing gesture and waved for me to sit next to her and watch TV together. Seeing that she wasn't attracted by my naked body, I reluctantly moved closer to her to see what she was so engrossed in. The camera still showed the same group of "third-gender" women, but now it had switched to the room of one of the most alluring ones. She was openly displaying her wardrobe, showcasing various women's clothing and sexy lingerie. This fake woman's attire was truly impressive; from the room's furnishings to the more provocative clothes in her closet than those of real women, there wasn't a single trace of male masculinity. Perhaps she made a good living as a "third-gender" hostess? Her room was a private suite, spacious and comfortable, with various expensive cosmetics on her dressing table. She even deliberately sat down at the dressing table and applied mascara a few times, leaving me speechless.
Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched. I turned my head to look at her and saw her scrutinizing me with a strange look, as if she was plotting something. Her gaze made me uneasy, and I quickly asked her:
"What are you watching? Turn it off if you're not watching TV! Can we make love now?"
He said, reaching out to put his arm around her waist, intending to push her down and have some fun. But she suddenly jumped off the bed, walked to the plastic wardrobe, pulled it down, and started rummaging inside. Just as I was wondering what was going on, an ominous thought suddenly popped into my head. Before I could even process it, I saw Xiao Sao take out a low-waisted red lace lace panty and a matching bra. Then she got up and walked to the rack, picked out a red round-neck, wide-shouldered house dress, and carried the clothes back to the bed. Standing in front of the bed, she placed the clothes next to me and gave me a suggestive smile, saying,
"Put these on first! Let me see if they fit!"
I was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to my senses and shouted angrily,
"What's wrong with you?! What's wrong with you?! Why do you want me to wear women's clothes?! Are you crazy?!"
Xiao Sao didn't rush me to do anything. She went to the TV, turned it off, turned around and looked at me, sticking out her tongue mischievously, and said:
"What does it matter! Those 'third genders' on TV are all men, so it's no big deal if they wear women's clothes. Besides, I think you have a good figure, and you're about my height. You might even look more womanly than them! Hurry up and put it on, or I won't make love to you~"
Hearing her mention my figure, my confidence deflated instantly because her words hit me where it hurt...
Maybe it's because I'm a burden? My father passed away when I was in first grade, and a year later, my mother remarried a Taiwanese businessman who had just lost his wife six months prior. In this completely unfamiliar new family, although my stepfather treated me fairly well, he already had a son three years older than me and a daughter two years older than me with his ex-wife, so he didn't really care about my existence. My mother seemed very afraid of my stepfather, always giving the best food and clothes to his children first, leaving only what was left for me. This created a huge shadow in my heart from a young age, and my repressed personality seems to have affected my development. So from then on, I didn't grow much taller, remaining half a head shorter than other kids my age, and my frame was so thin it looked like a girl's. Only my "older sister" was kind to me, but she seemed to treat me like a toy, occasionally making me wear her clothes, dressing me up, and then playing house with me. This doll-like dress-up game only stopped when she was in sixth grade and her stepfather took her to study in mainland China. My
burly "older brother" didn't pay much attention to me, even showing some hostility, always rolling his eyes at me, probably thinking I was an unnecessary burden. During puberty, I didn't keep up either. When I witnessed my mother being beaten by my stepfather in front of me, and in a fit of anger, I argued with him and ran away from home, my height was still 165 cm and my weight was only 50 kg—a completely substandard male physique. Being able to hook up with a girl was a pleasant surprise, because I was a bit insecure about myself. Although my face was decent, I never thought any girl would be interested in me. I initially thought the slut was after my sexual prowess and didn't care about my petite stature, which made me shorter than her even in high heels. But I was wrong; she noticed my figure nonetheless. Worse still, she now wanted me to wear women's clothing, which suddenly brought back childhood memories…
I stared at her face, trying to see if she was teasing me, but all I saw was a serious expression. Seeing me standing there motionless, she seemed impatient, and even grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed while muttering,
"Hurry up and change! I want to see if you look good in women's clothes. Maybe it'll be more exciting to make love to me in women's clothes! Hurry up! It'll be dawn soon! If you don't change, I'm not going to talk to you anymore!"
Hearing her say that, it seemed she was serious. I could only sigh and say with a bitter face:
"Okay! Okay! I'll change. I knew I shouldn't have let you see that show, it was so annoying! Just this once! Also, if I don't look good in women's clothes, you're not allowed to laugh at me!"
When she saw that I agreed, she gave me a sweet smile and quickly helped me put on her slightly tight panties, while also tucking my little brother into her crotch. Then she hurriedly taught me how to put on a bra, fastening the clasp from behind. Seeing that my chest wasn't perky enough, she ran to the closet and searched for two breast pads to put inside the bra lining. Then she asked me to raise my hands so she could pull the dress over my head. After adjusting the angle, she asked me to turn around a few times. I did as she asked, feeling a little uneasy and embarrassed. She seemed quite satisfied and nodded, then reached out and let down my long hair, which was tied in a ponytail. I started growing this straight hair after I started my four-year vocational college program. It was originally just to be trendy, but I eventually couldn't bear to cut it, and it grew to shoulder length. Luckily, the bar I worked at didn't object to male waiters having long hair, so I usually wore it in a ponytail to work.
Now that I had let it down, she helped me gather it up and combed it a few times before saying happily,
"Look! You look even prettier in women's clothes than those on TV! You didn't believe me, huh!"
As she spoke, she pushed me towards the small dressing table so I could see myself. I was initially a little scared to see a perverted transvestite in the mirror, but after squinting and peeking, I was stunned by my own reflection.
Standing in the mirror was a shy girl without makeup. Her slender figure was clad in a sexy red dress, and her long hair covered half of her already thin face. Her expression wasn't quite effeminate enough; otherwise, it was almost impossible to tell I was a boy…
While I was staring intently at myself in the mirror, Xiao Sao took a small box of lip gloss from the dressing table, grabbed a small lipstick pencil, and stood beside me, leaning over to apply it to my lips. I was startled and about to ask her why she needed that, but she told me not to speak, otherwise she'd apply it crookedly. She then cheerfully said it was too late for full makeup, and she'd just apply some lip gloss as a gesture, promising to do my makeup another time!
I almost fainted. Did she really think I was a doll? Or perhaps a mannequin she was practicing makeup on? Strangely enough, as the lipstick pen lightly applied lip gloss to my lips, inhaling its sweet scent and stealing glances at my lips gradually becoming pinker in the mirror, my initial tension and anxiety slowly eased. Moreover, as the lip shape took shape, the masculine air on my face diminished, replaced by a shy, feminine expression. It seems makeup isn't just effective on women; it's quite effective on men too…
After applying the lipstick, Xiao Sao told me to pout in the mirror and taught me how to make several cute girl expressions. Perhaps I was stunned by my own beautiful reflection in the mirror? I obediently followed her instructions and started posing in front of the mirror, becoming increasingly immersed in the role of the girl before me, even having the illusion that I had truly become a woman. Xiao Sao, seeing me seemingly enjoying myself, clapped her hands and praised me for having a real talent for being a woman. Hearing her say that made me feel embarrassed again. A little embarrassed, I turned to her and said that I had already dressed as a woman and posed in the same position, so I should be able to take off this outfit and get into bed, right?
The little slut shook her head vigorously and refused, then took my hand and led me to the bedside, asking me to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for her.
Then I saw her walk over to the coat rack, take one of my men's shirts, put it on, buttoned only the top one, and then sit down next to me. She leaned close to my ear mischievously, breathing heavily as she whispered,
"Let's switch roles today! I'll be the guy, and you have to play the girl! Don't say no, or I'll rape you! Come on~"
Before I could figure out what she was up to, she pushed me down onto the bed. Feeling a bit ridiculous, I tried to get up and protest, but she simply lifted my legs onto the bed and pressed herself against me, acting like a vicious thug. She gestured at my face a few times, saying in a roguish tone,
"If you dare resist, I'll slash your pretty face! Be a good girl, let me have my fun, and I'll let you go! Understand?"
I lay on the bed, feeling both amused and exasperated, watching her eager face press against mine. A strange, restless feeling stirred within me. The actions she was taking now were all part of our foreplay during sex, but it was the first time I'd ever felt this way, being dominated from a female perspective; watching her prepare to ravage me. Though I felt a pang of fear, there was also a strange sense of anticipation. As the little slut haphazardly kissed my face, eye sockets, nose, and lips, and even occasionally blew into my ear and nibbled at my earlobe, I surprisingly became excited. My hands wrapped around her waist in response, and my penis, which was pressed down by her tight underwear and body, began to stir. The little slut probably sensed the change in my erection, and she freed her left hand to reach between my legs, touching my hard but constricted penis through my underwear. Suddenly, she squeezed my penis hard, causing me to cry out in pain from the sudden squeeze. Unexpectedly, the little slut continued licking my ear while lewdly moaning:
"You want it so soon? Your panties are all wet, you horny slut, you really want to be fucked, don't you? Don't rush, I'll serve you well! Hehe~~ you slut, moan a few times to make me happy! Moan now~~"
After being teased by her in such a role-confused way, I actually had the illusion that I was a slut, and I obediently cooperated with her movements, making a few awkward moans. But she didn't seem satisfied, and told me to moan more naturally and in a higher voice, or she would make me suffer. The more she did it to me, the more excited I became, and I really let go of the remaining male restraint, letting out wave after wave of comfortable moans as I truly experienced the pleasure of being caressed. She seemed genuinely amused by my moans, and suddenly leaned back slightly, placing her hands on my shoulders and pulling the loose straps of my dress down to my chest. Then she reached behind me, deftly unhooking my bra, while her front hand unhooked the cups covering my flat chest and small nipples. With another tilt of her head, she began to lick and suck my nipples...
Strangely enough, although she had licked my nipples before when we made love, it was only after I put on women's clothes and was caressed by her to the point of feeling somewhat gender-confused that she started to suck and suck my tiny nipples. As she sucked and fondled those two areas, I actually experienced waves of intense pleasure. This feeling was completely different from when she licked my breasts before. It was as if a pair of female breasts had actually grown on my chest, and they were being licked and teased by a man at an extremely sensitive level. It was so stimulating and exciting that I kept moaning, completely forgetting where I was and what my gender was...
The little slut played with my nipples until they were swollen and erect. She seemed to be quite into the role of a man as well. Seeing that I was aroused, she even lewdly kneaded my breasts, which had little flesh, a few times before letting go of my breasts and then attacking the last barrier. I vaguely felt my body, which had been feeling a bit suffocated by his weight, suddenly relax. Then, she pulled my legs apart. Just as I was thinking that this position was a bit indecent, something wet and sticky started licking my inner thighs. I raised my head slightly to look down at my genitals and saw that the little slut was like a pervert, grabbing my legs and licking my crotch from side to side. I was just starting to find it a little funny when suddenly a jolt of electricity shot through my brain, causing me to tremble and let out a few trembling cries. It turned out that the little slut had already started licking my penis through my underwear, making my little brother tremble and stand erect. The little slut then reached out and pulled my underwear aside, releasing my penis, which was so hard it was a little painful. This finally gave me a breather, but before I could even come to my senses, the little slut opened her mouth and took my glans into her mouth, teasing the urethral opening with her tongue. This teasing almost caused me to lose control of my ejaculation, and my precious semen almost couldn't hold back and was about to spurt out. I quickly composed myself, rubbing her head with both hands while pleading,
"Little, little slut~ please, don't~ suck so hard~ I can't hold on anymore~"
Hearing my pleas, she playfully spat out my hard penis and started licking my testicles and anus. This feeling of being completely controlled made me moan even more intensely, begging her to stop. If she kept licking me, I'd ejaculate until I died tonight! Suddenly, she looked up at me, licked her lips, and said with a lewd expression,
"Call me husband before I fuck you! If you don't, I'll keep licking you until you're all gone! Call me husband!"
I thought to myself, since I'm already this effeminate, one more call won't make a difference. Let's go all out! So I deliberately used the softest tone, even giving her a flirtatious wink, and called out sweetly,
"Husband~~ Please~~ Fuck me! Husband~~"
The little slut was even happier when I called her so obediently. She reached out and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts, and knelt down between my legs. She rubbed her pussy against my erect penis a few times before saying,
"Since my wife is so obedient, then husband will fuck you properly!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her body suddenly sank, and her wet, hot pussy quickly and deeply enveloped my hard penis. I groaned and was about to start thrusting my penis when she leaned forward and pressed her hands on my chest, ordering me not to thrust. She wanted to do it herself. Then I saw her become wanton like a slut, her body moving up and down rapidly, stroking my penis. I was so aroused that I cried out while desperately trying to hold back my ejaculation. She wasn't much better off; after only a few rounds of thrusting, she, who had been holding back her moans, also started crying out in ecstasy. She grabbed my hands, wanting me to pinch her plump buttocks. Seeing this opportunity, I didn't hesitate to take revenge, pinching and squeezing her buttocks hard, and even slapping them a few times. She cried out in pleasure, and soon couldn't hold back any longer, pressing her body against mine, her full breasts rubbing against my chest, while she cried out:
"So good~~ So good~~ I'm dying of pleasure~~ Faster, faster, faster, almost there; almost there~~ I'm dying of pleasure~~ Ahhh~~ Ah~~ Press me down, I want you to press me down, fuck me from the front~~ Almost there~~ Almost there~~ Faster, faster~~"
After being pinned down by her all night, seeing that she was so happy that she forgot to continue playing the gender-swap role-playing game and wanted me to fuck her from the front, I naturally obeyed her orders and thrust into her a few times without hesitation. Then I turned her over, and it was my turn to lift her legs together and thrust hard into her extremely wet and horny cunt, fucking her until she grabbed her breasts. "Ah, so good!" I cried out, and, overcome with lust, I pounded into her hundreds of times like a pile driver. Finally, unable to withstand the suction of her tight vagina, I let out a shout and thrust deep inside, ejaculating a large amount of semen deep into her vagina. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that her eyes rolled back in her head. I wasn't much better off; I was almost completely exhausted after ejaculating. My body went limp, and I collapsed onto her, panting heavily.
After a while, she pushed me away, got up, and took a few tissues from the bedside tray to wipe her vulva. I lay weakly on the bed, too exhausted even to take off my women's clothes. After wiping away the semen that had leaked from her vagina, she lay back down beside me, propping her head up and smiling at me. Seeing her so happy, I asked her what was wrong. She said tonight was the best she'd ever had. Seeing me in women's clothing felt like being at a lesbian sex party—it was amazing! I was too tired to argue. I just felt that having sex in women's clothing had a certain charm, but I didn't dare say it too explicitly, afraid she'd make me play this game again later, which would be terrible!
I was thinking of getting up to change out of the women's clothes, but then she suddenly hugged me, telling me to get up and talk about it later. I really didn't have the energy to do anything, so I just fell asleep in her arms, contentedly drifting off to sleep…
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2012-7-21 03:43am. It seems the owner of this groping hand is quite experienced…
Originally, he was just following the skirt, then suddenly lightly pressing and squeezing my buttocks a few times. But the angle of the attack and the intensity of the teasing were just right. Although I desperately wanted to subtly turn my head to peek and see which unlucky pervert had chosen the wrong target and touched the wrong man, in this crowded carriage, the few male faces I could see all wore perfectly straight expressions, some even with frosty faces or closed eyes, making it impossible to tell who the suspect was. The problem was, being touched like this actually made me a little aroused; my manhood, which had been dormant under my period pants, was beginning to stir…
"His acting is too good! And he really knows how to touch!"
I muttered a few words under my breath, and then the bus suddenly jolted, causing the already tense sardine-like group to jostle and push. After the commotion finally subsided and the human mass solidified again, I suddenly realized that the hand that had been so affectionate was gone! In its place was a stiff, rod-like object, its hardness palpable even through several layers of clothing, pressed tightly against my buttocks. And… there was also a pair of hands that had encircled my back and reached the front of my skirt, splitting into two groups, poised to meet at my vitals from both ends. Terrified, I quickly squeezed my legs together and twisted my body, trying to escape this pincer attack. But this old pervert was too aggressive; he managed to trap me in his embrace amidst the chaos, leaving me almost completely immobile. Even more terrifying, I suddenly felt a slight breath on the back of my neck. How dare he! At that moment, a strange sense of absurdity arose in my mind. I thought that if someone who didn't know the situation saw me being harassed by this pervert, they might think that we were a couple who were blinded by passion and had forgotten about putting on a sex show...
But as I was daydreaming, the reality reminded me that things were really going to get out of hand! Those two hands that had successfully met at the crucial point probably finished celebrating their victory, leaving the right wing to guard the occupied area, while the left wing seemed to intend to expand their gains. They slid down to my skirt and playfully danced a finger dance on my thighs, which were clad in stockings and tightly clamped together. I was both amused and exasperated, and wanted to turn my head to warn and protest, but this pervert, who was probably a reincarnated eel, cunningly took the opportunity to breathe a few breaths into my exposed ear. The tingling sensation made me shiver, and my tense body naturally relaxed. Seizing the opportunity, the left wing unceremoniously crawled into my tight skirt. The strong intrusion alarm made me want to wave my hand to block it, but at this moment, I was holding onto the horizontal bar above my head with one hand and the shoulder strap of my handbag with the other. In the chaos, I had no time to call for reinforcements to come to my rescue. Just as I was feeling helpless, embarrassed, and annoyed, the groping hand that had been reaching under my skirt suddenly stopped its climb. The hand that had been guarding my private parts patted my crotch through the skirt, seemingly trying to confirm some strange sensation…
“Oh no! I’ve been exposed!”
My face instantly flushed with intense embarrassment. It seemed this idiot had discovered I was a man. Although neither of us dared to make it public, just the fact that he had discovered my secret was enough to make me die of embarrassment. What should I do now?! I was so embarrassed I was about to cry. Luckily, someone pressed the stop bell, and the bus seemed to be preparing to pull into the station. As soon as the bus stopped, like a sardine swarm releasing its water, I quickly followed the flow and moved towards the back exit…
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I thought that little slut had only had a spur-of-the-moment idea to make me wear women’s clothes and have sex with her, and that after she had her fun, she would probably forget about it after a good night’s sleep. But what happened next made me realize that I had probably underestimated her cross-dressing sex game...
Maybe we really went too far in that early morning session. When I woke up, dizzy and groggy, my body was still incredibly sore.
I glanced at the old alarm clock on the bedside table; it was almost noon. The little slut beside me had disappeared. I forced myself out of bed, my body aching, and instinctively pulled up the straps of my dress, which had slipped down to my waist, and put it back on. I planned to go to the communal bathroom to wash up first, and then find something to eat. But just as I was about to open the door, I suddenly remembered that I was still wearing women's clothing! And... I turned around and saw a pair of red panties lying next to the pillow, and a matching bra hanging by the bed! What, what, what is going on?! Still reeling, I stumbled back several steps before managing to steady myself. Just then, the door suddenly opened, startling me so much I didn't know where to cover myself. There stood Xiao Sao, holding a lunchbox, standing in the doorway. She paused for a moment, then, after assessing the situation, smiled and said,
"You're awake! I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I thought I'd let you sleep a little longer. I even bought you a lunchbox. Go wash your face and brush your teeth, then come in and eat!"
I scratched my head, remembering the absurd events of last night, unsure what to say. She shifted her body, squeezing past me, and even pinched my butt, laughing as she said,
"You slutty butt, hurry up and go to the bathroom, what are you waiting for!"
I finally snapped out of it and stammered,
"I'm still wearing women's clothes! I should change back into men's clothes first!"
She ignored me, walked to the edge of the bed, pulled out a folding table from under the bed, placed the lunchbox on it, and replied without hesitation,
"No need to change! I just checked, everyone's out, nobody's home, just go to the bathroom like this!"
Hearing her say that, I was genuinely taken aback. Although the bathroom was less than five steps away, I felt a little embarrassed to walk out that door in women's clothes! I glanced at the little slut, only to see her give me a sly smile. She even picked up a bamboo chopstick and licked it to her lips, saying in a very suggestive tone,
"What? Not going? If you're too scared to even go to the bathroom, then I'll find you a sexier outfit later, do your makeup, and drag you shopping with me as my best friend!"
Hearing her say these words in such a strange tone, I really got a chill. It seemed that if I didn't let her have her fun quickly, this slut might actually dare to force me to wear women's clothes in public! I secretly thought that at this time, my roommates were probably at work, so I shouldn't be seen. So I gritted my teeth, steeled myself, turned on the door, and without even checking if anyone was there, rushed into the bathroom a few steps away with my head down. Only after closing the door and making sure it was locked did I lean against the door and let out a sigh of relief. After calming myself down, I stood in front of the toilet, lifted my dress, and pulled out my still-limp penis. I squinted and comfortably urinated. After finishing the cold bamboo shoots, I waved my hand to make sure there was no more urine
, then looked down at my lower body. I suddenly realized that although urinating standing up while wearing women's clothing was rather strange, the bizarre sight of my penis peeking out from under my rolled-up skirt aroused me instantly. My previously droopy penis suddenly hardened, and I couldn't help but clench my fists and start masturbating. By the time I realized something was wrong, my reddened erection had uncontrollably sprayed precious fresh semen into the toilet…
"Ah, so good!"
The pleasure after ejaculation made me roll my eyes and shout with ecstasy. It was just a pity that this penis had to go searching for a non-existent ovary with the swirling water in the toilet. After a thirty-second moment of silence, I pressed the button, went to the sink, washed my face, picked up the toothbrush with the name sticker on it, and casually brushed it a few times. While brushing, I looked in the mirror at my reflection—a face half-hidden by long hair, puffy under-eyes, but still with lingering pink lip gloss. Though not exactly beautiful, it did have a certain womanly charm!
I quickly rinsed my mouth, put the toothbrush back in the suction cup holder on the wall, and couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror again. I even winked playfully at myself and made a few expressions that I thought were cute, before realizing how effeminate I'd become! I stuck out my tongue, turned around to open the door, and suddenly remembered that I'd just finished masturbating, and my little brother was still sticky. I quickly grabbed the showerhead that someone had thrown on the floor, rolled up my dress, held it in my mouth, squatted down, and turned on the cold water to rinse my little fleshy root. Without even bothering to dry herself, she put down her skirt, smoothed out the wrinkles, and even tidied the hair that was covering her face. After making sure everything was in place, she casually hummed an unknown tune, opened the bathroom door absentmindedly, and was about to walk towards her room when suddenly, a figure appeared in the somewhat dark hallway, coming face to face with her…
Although it was a little blurry, she could make out that the person's eyes and mouth were wide open, showing a very surprised expression. She guessed her expression was similar, because she recognized him! Damn it, why did Brother Diao suddenly come back at this time! Oh my god! I'm still wearing women's clothes! Now, she was so embarrassed she just wanted to dig a hole and disappear…
(To be continued)
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