Stepping out the bathtub, I grabbed a soft towel and slowly dabbed the water from my slender smooth legs. I could feel the surge of hormones rampaging through my mind and body as I touched my soft skin.In the corner of the bathroom was a laundry hamper that was stuffed with various female garments that belonged to my sister. I remember noticing the strap from a silky pink brassiere that dangled from the edge of the hamper as I stood there naked, dripping on the bathroom rug.My inquisitive mind raced and my hand curiously reached for the garment, feeling the soft sensation of the silk material as it wrapped around my fingers.Instinctively, I put my arms through the straps, feeling a tingle as the silky material stretched around my rib cage. I reached back, struggling to connect the clasps behind my back, feeling a small sense of achievement when they finally clipped together.I rummaged through the hamper in search of more clothing, finding a pair of purple frilly panties. I lifted my legs one by one, stepping into the panties and slowly pulling them up my thighs and over my plump bum. The silky material sent electricity through me as it brushed against my soft skin, encouraging me to rub my tiny penis over the panties.’Why does this feel so good?’ I thought, reaching inside the hamper to see what else I could find. After rifling through several more items of clothing, I discovered my sister’s short pleated gym skirt, frantically rushing to wrap it around my tiny waist, shaking with adrenaline as I buttoned the side.’Oh my god,’ I thought, ‘this feels so fucking hot.’Something was happening to me, it wasn’t just my outward appearance that was changing, my mental state was transforming and I was starting to feel so feminine, gentle and delicate. Inside my mind, I could hear a soft faint voice speak, “you’re such a pretty girl, look how feminine you look!”Unable to control myself any longer, I dropped to my knees, quickly reaching under the pleated skirt and pulling out my tiny hard cock from the silk panties. With one hand I jerked my cock desperately, using the other to rub the silky brassiere as spunk began shooting wildly across the bathroom floor.Stream after stream of hot sticky come squirted out of my penis, leaving a sticky mess on Dikmen Escort the bathroom rug and stains all over the pleated skirt. As the last few drops oozed out of my tiny penis I snapped back to my senses, instantly feeling shame and regret at what I had done.I rushed to strip off the garments, trying desperately to clean up the mess and not leave any evidence of my guilty deed. ‘What kind of a sick boy wears his sister’s clothes and masturbates in them?’ I thought.Waves of embarrassment ran through my mind as I stuffed the last few items back into the hamper, ensuring to leave the bra strap dangling in the same place that I found it.Weeks went by and I could barely even remember the experience, assuring myself that it was a one-time thing that likely every guy had tried at least once in their lives, until the next time I was left alone in the house again.My mom and sister were both out and wouldn’t be back all day. I remember watching an old movie that contained a scene with a woman who wore a tight fitted mini dress. The camera panned up from her high heels, slowly and seductively moving up over her stocking-clad legs, past the hem of her dress and up towards her large luscious cleavage.The lady was very sexy, but I remember it wasn’t the girl who turned me on, it was what she was wearing! I jumped off the couch and almost tripped as I ran into my mom’s room, racing to search through all her drawers in hope of finding some appropriate lingerie to wear.I had the urge to dress completely girly from head to toe and knew she had some sexy feminine lingerie tucked away. In one drawer, I stumbled upon a pair of silk lace vintage high-waisted knickers that pressed tightly against me, concealing my tiny penis nicely as I put them on.In the same drawer, I found a delicate silk and lace trimmed brassiere that perfectly matched the style of the panties and made me blush as I clipped it on behind my back.As I stood there trembling with excitement, I searched the drawers for something else, smiling to myself as I pulled out a pair of smooth ultra-sheer black pantyhose. I rolled them up onto my fingers and slid them over my toes as the material stretched tightly against my legs.I ran Eryaman Escort my hands up over each leg slowly, feeling the soft sensuous feeling of the sheer stockings rub against my skin, finally stretching them over my ass and onto my tiny waist.’Now I felt like a girl,’ I thought, starting to think and act effeminate. My body felt delicate and light as I glided across the hall and into my sister’s room, enjoying the sensation of the silk against my skin.Hunting for something to wear over my lingerie, I rummaged through her dresser, eagerly in search of some sexy clothes. I wanted to wear something that would play to my figure and accentuate my curves.My sister owned quite a few dresses, but I most desired one that would create a feminine look, taking advantage of my slim frame, long legs and curvy ass to create an hourglass silhouette.In no time at all, I found what I was looking for. It was a symbol of elegance. A lustrous, satin fabric party dress that glimmered in the light, reflecting the sun from the window. As I stepped into the dress, sliding it over my body and up over my shoulders, I noticed how beautifully feminine I looked.The dress fit flawlessly and moulded to my slender body beautifully, complimenting my shape. The dress draped over my waist, slightly drifting from my hips and hugging my legs as I moved. The strapless neckline revealed my precious collarbones and gentle, soft shoulders, making me adjust my posture, pushing my shoulders back and poking out my chest and ass.I wanted to practice my feminine poise, adapting my demeanour to appear more feminine. Every movement became girly, more effeminate while I practised sitting, standing, kneeling, walking and talking like a girl.I asked myself, “Don’t you look like a girly girl? Yes, you do, don’t you! Such a naughty little girl,” I said, giggling to myself as I pranced in front of a full-length mirror.My breath drew shorter, overwhelming me as I took deep gulps of air, completely overexcited by the entire experience of becoming a girl, both mentally and physically. Letting go emotionally and drifting away into the mind of a beautiful, prissy, sexual girl.’I could do anything,’ I thought, thinking of all the Esat Escort possibilities. ‘Anything would feel good if I was dressed like this, ” I thought.I lay on the bed, relishing in my new attire. My tiny stiff penis rubbed hard against the soft silk knickers, just aching to be played with. I rolled onto my stomach, reaching out for the headrest and gripping the metal bed poles. I imagined the motion of two people fucking making me gently start to push my weight against the mattress.The bed frame squeaked like a tiny mouse, trying desperately not to get caught. My heart continued to pound and thud inside my chest. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing existed outside this room, outside this moment.’Wow! What was that!’ I screamed inside my head, as a warm, wet sensation emanated from my pelvis and started flowing out across my stomach. My whole body shook and convulsed uncontrollably, as the hot feeling came from the center of the bed and filled me with orgasmic vibrations.After several more involuntary shakes and grunts, I tried to move, struggling to lift my slender arms. I arched back and looked down at the soaking wet bed, realizing what had just happened.’Oh no!’ I thought. ‘No one could know! How was I going to do to hide this?’The dress now clung to me, drenched in come. I tried to peel it off but it slipped through my fingers and snapped back hard against my skin.’Please,’ I thought. ‘No one can find me like this!’I ran in panic, my eyes watering in fear as I rushed into the bathroom, tearing off my clothes and stuffing them into the sink. I began desperately scrubbing the stains from the delicate silky knickers, the sheer pantyhose and my sister’s satin fabric dress. Taking each washed item and quickly hanging them to dry over the tub.’They’ll be home soon!’ I said to myself. ‘Then they’ll start asking you why there’s wet lingerie in the sink.’My sister and mom’s voice whined and echoes inside my head in a high pitched overtone.”Why is my bed all wet and sticky?””What happened to your sister’s pretty party dress?”I had never experienced anything like it before, a pure euphoria followed by the kind of fear that sent shots of adrenaline through my veins. After several more frantic minutes, I cleaned up the evidence. I even managed to throw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, reverting back to my normal self again.My sister came home first, closely followed by my mom. Neither of them noticed anything when they returned and nothing was said during dinner. After we finished eating we sat and talked for a while until suddenly I realized… I was still wearing the brassiere!