How I Learned To Love Drag Part 14

I am standing in front of a full-length mirror in the bedroom.

The blonde curls cascade over a lovely visage. My clear blue eyes are my best feature. My high cheekbones, flawless complexion and inviting, kissable lips are a narcissist's dream.

I am wearing a 'little black dress.' With a plunging neckline, it reveals full sexy melon shaped breasts. My tiny waist, wide womanly hips, long, shapely to-die-for legs, and 5 inch stiletto heels complete the package.

Around my thin, elegant neck, I attach a gold 'name necklace' that says 'Sean,' a gift from May. I struggle momentarily with the clasp because of my long smooth false fingernails.

The gold necklace matches the golden studs in my freshly pierced earlobes.

My flawless complexion glows golden in the soft light of the bedroom.

The gorgeous girl in the mirror is really me! Sean Davidson.

I must confess dressing in drag is such a turn-on. I love the feel of the whisper thin silky nylons on my smooth sensuous legs. And my shapely calves are shown to great advantage by the stilettos. Also I adore the way my short dress reveals my sexy thighs and hints at a treasure trove of heavenly delight beneath my black lace panties. Rubbing my legs together almost stimulates my stick shift into overdrive. The temptation to lower my panties and the flesh colored gaff is so intense! I want to relieve myself of the ache in my loins!

Should I or shouldn't I?

The bosom looks so real! The soft flesh that peeks out from the illusionary Wonder Bra and low cut neckline of the 'little black dress' is almost enough to persuade me to spring into action.

There is a knock at the door of my apartment.

No time to dither. I must hurry. One last touch, I spray Obsession into the air. Then I walk through the fine mist. The scent is heavenly!

I grab my purse as I hurry to answer the door.

There is another knock. A sign of impatience?

There, in the entry vestibule, I pause to take one last look in the full-length mirror panels of the hallway closet.