How it all began!x

I suppose I owe it to my new readers to tell the tale of how I became my Mistress's little sissy plaything. So here goes. I think, though, that the story really begins in two parts, so I'll call this Part One.

Like many couples my girlfriend of the time and I had talked sexy about her being with another girl. We'd often discuss it when i was playing with her pussy and she'd go along and get me aroused with the fantasy.

I arrived one Saturday evening and was to be staying for a few days. We were fooling around on the sofa and she brought up the lesbian thing again, saying she might like to give it a go but she'd want a trial run first. 'You're going to be my girlfriend for the rest of your time here, we're going to have so much girly fun!'

I'd never dressed as a girl before, but I have to admit the thought of my girlfriend with another woman swung me over.

After a lovely hot shower I was shaved all over, with just a tiny landing strip in my bikini area. She led me to her bedroom which was warmly scented and lit only by candles. Sheer stockings were smoothed over my legs and pretty pink satin panties were slipped up my thighs and tugged up nice and tight.

A stuffed bra, girly top and elasticated skirt finished my outerwear. She was already breathing kinda funny and was obviously getting quite excited by what she was doing. I thought the shoes would be a problem but a pair of her patent heels fitted, although a little tight.

Then I was sat in a chair to have my make-up done, 'You're going to love how you look when I'm finished my sweet.' This bit took ages because she kept stopping to stroke my stocking-clad legs or fondle my 'bosom'. 'Mmm, you're such a sexy girl, I'm gonna love having my way with you!'

Finally she placed one of her blonde wigs on my head and brushed it into shape. I was led to the mirror with my eyes closed and couldn't believe the reflection when I was told to look. The girl looking back was pretty with a cute figure, and it was me. I was getting fondled and caressed and loved every minute of it.

'Now off you go downstairs while I get ready, I've made a special video for you to watch.' I sat on the sofa crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling my stockings slide over each other, and I have to admit I raised my hem a few times to look at my pretty panties. It would be a lie to deny I was actually enjoying the sensations I was feeling being dressed like this. Her video was all little snippets of girls kissing and fondling each other and even though I'm not terribly well-endowed I could feel myself growing in my satin encasement.

I was a bit disappointed when she walked into the living room, she'd removed all her make-up and tied her hair back. She was wearing denim jeans and a shapeless jumper, 'I've decided I'd rather be more of a bull dyke, but that's okay because you're going to be my little femme!'

We sat all snuggled up on the settee while she nibbled my ear and slipped a hand inside my top to squeeze my 'breasts', but she insisted I keep watching the screen. 'Do you like being my girlfriend? Do you wanna be my little lez bitch?' I had to admit I did and readily agreed. I was laid down on my side to watch the screen while she got behind me and reached around to toy with my nipples and rub the front of my panties. I could feel her pressing herself up against me and the quickening of her breath. She was clearly as aroused as I was.

Then the images on the screen started to change, first it was a woman with a crossdresser then two trannies making out like lesbians. 'Aren't they sweet sissy, don't they look delicious?' I noticed she's stopped calling me a girl and was now using the word sissy but I was so far gone I didn't care!

Rolling me onto my back she slipped between my legs and began dry-riding me. It felt odd to have her course denim grinding against my sissy satin, but it also felt delicious. Her tongue was forced into my mouth while her hands roamed all over my girlie outfit.

I was completely lost and when she slipped her jeans down I could feel the wetness and heat of her sex as she ground against my little hard lump. When she cam I was completely soaked in her juices and she teased me that my clitty even smelled like a girl now.

I was made to fondle myself through my knickers and tell her how grateful I was she'd made me into her sissy grrl.

'Did I like it? Did I want to dress as her girlfriend all the time? Would I be her lesbian lover and satisfy her in any way?' As I said yes to all her questions I shot my little load straight into my panties!

That night was my first spent in a satin babydoll, but certainly not my last. I guess I was the easiest sissy conversion in history because right from the get-go I was hooked. Over the next few days I was continuously dressed as a girl and Mistress even took me to a special shop in Euston to make me purchase even more girly things.

It was embarrassing, but I loved it, especially the shorty maid's uniform I had to wear back to the car and all the way home! All through the week Mistress was getting more and more dominant and I willingly became her submissive sissy girlfriend. My tongue was worn out by the following Saturday when she made her announcement, which is the subject of Part Two!x