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Hey, everyone;
My girlfriend was feeling pretty upset a few nights ago so I thought I’d cheer her up by whipping out the camera and…
…taking sexy pictures of her hot body? No, ha ha, that would be too normal.
Instead she put me in drag. I called her Frankenstein as she constructed her beast, but it was great to see her out of her funk as she giggled like a mad doctor and ran back and forth from her closet to see what would accentuate what.
I’m not in a real dress. I stretched one of her black halter tops all to hell (which is weird, because she’s pretty big in the chest area – I guess I have a really broad back) and a black skirt which, likewise, was stretched all to hell. Then she wrapped a black, silk scarf around my midsection to make it look like a real dress. Just telling you this so you don’t think we swiped one of her mother’s dresses, which would have been too creepy for us to enjoy the post-effeminate sex.
She tried stuffing my chest, but everything she did resembled some sort of wolverine attack. In the end we had to use my pecs.
I kept getting lipstick on my teeth and she stuffed my hips to hide my package.
We laughed like idiots for a solid hour then she suddenly freaked out, stripped me, and forbade me from ever being a woman again.
I can’t imagine why:
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