New Sensation - Crossdressing Night


It was a hot night when I met this girl in the bar. We drank and having some chit chat.

After a while, I offered her to come into my place, but she rejected it. She said my place will be a such boring place. Instead, she counter-offered me to come and visit her place. She said she has a lot of clothes and lingerie that I can "ask for". At the beginning, I thought she was referring that I can "ask her" to wear for me, but then, she corrected me, saying the "ask for" that she was referring to, it is not "ask her to wear for me", but it is for me "ask her to let me try on".

I'm quite surprise at the beginning, but she convinced me and saying nothing to lose to try it on. And most importantly, it will be a secret between us. She said she has played this kinky game with many men before, some of them dislike it and return to normal on the second day and keep in touch with good terms, BUT some of them "LOVES" it and continue to dress up and hang up together after that. She said the number of many hot and sexy women in this bar that actually is a guy in dress, is more than I could imagine.

She said that it will be fun to experience it, at least once. Like it or dislike it, then it is up to me whether to continue or to stop immediately. But she kept trying to convince me that I have a potential to become one of the sexy woman in the bar as good as she is. She talked with seducting tone, wants me to try couple of her lingerie and sexy clothes. In the end, I cannot resist her and agreed to give it a shot and try something "new".

When we arrived at her place, the first thing she asked is to immediately take a shower. When I finished the shower, I saw a couple sets of lingerie lied on the bed, but in the end she helped me to choose the light pink color lace bra with the matching panties. Then she choose a sexy pilot uniform with white blouse and black miniskirt to let me wear.

Of course, she doesn't want me to look like a dude in woman clothes. So she applied a makeup on my face and also put a hair extension for my hair. When finished, I look at the mirror and it is indeed like what she said earlier about my "potential". She delivered her promised to transform myself to become a sexy woman. I can see my appearance from the reflection of the mirror. I look like kind of those slutty clubbing girls who is waiting for a free treatment and getting fuck. Suddenly, I started feeling something start vibrating in my "vagina". I almost forgot that she also asked me to put a sex toy into my "vagina" earlier.

"How is the feeling? Do you like this new girl on the block?"

I totally feel ashamed and vulnerable. With the vibrator that is vibrating in my "vagina", I could barely walk. All I can do is lying my body back into the water sink with my hand holding my body up. I can see my expression from the mirror, it looks like a horny woman that just having a climax....

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