I now own a little black dress.
On a whim, and needing some fishnet stockings, I ended up getting this slinky black vinyl minidress. It’s ludicrously feminine. It’s so fabulously tight, and short. It makes me feel ridiculously sexy. It’s also strangely mundane. I wore it outside on the patio, bathed in its stark, inescapable light, exposed for all to see.
I still long to be with a girl. But this is almost as good. I get such a big kick out of being around sexy girl stuff. And fantasizing about wearing it and becoming a girl in it.
Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m actually wearing a dress! It’s so astoundingly sexy! I’m sashaying around the house in it, loving the way it clings to my skin. I am experiencing a sensation that no man should ever be allowed. I’m wearing a lace thong and matching garter belt, holding up my new fishnet stockings. All I need now is shoes.
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