Lonely Man Becomes a Sissy
Keywords: Sissy, a, Becomes, Man, Lonely,
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I swung the door open and froze in my tracks; the figure standing before me was no pizza boy.
The black trench coat hid most of her body, but she was standing in a manner that allowed one leg to be revealed, enticingly clad in black fishnet hose and ending in a high-heeled shoe. And though the shadows of the night worked in unison with her wide-brimmed hat to hide her face from me, there was no mistaking the husky-sweet voice that greeted my ears.
"Hello, Daniel."
I was almost visibly shaking as I felt immediate lust mixed with a sliver of fear. Along with the knowledge that my wife could arrive at any moment, it spooked me that this woman had actually stalked me to my home turf uninvited. This could be bad.
"Oh no, you've got to go. I'll call the police." Could I have possibly spewed a more lame-assed threat?
"Will you, now?" It was obvious that she wasn't intimidated, "Do you want to play?"
"Lady, you play a dangerous game." My traitorous dick was already beginning to respond to her voice.
"Mmm.. And you're married."
"I am."
"But she isn't here right now..."
I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath of frustration. My every fantasy was standing on my door step, but I just couldn't embrace it. No matter how bad things had gotten, I could not bring myself to physically cheat on my wife.
"Go home. Please." I had meant it as a command, but the words came out sounding pleading and sissy-like. I hated it, and suddenly I was mad at her. She had no right screwing with my mind the way she had, no right to tease and tempt someone who had enough problems in his life already.
"And stop calling me," I added a bit more forcefully. I turned my back on her and started to push the door shut behind me.
"Wait! Look at me, Daniel."
Some masochistic part of me obeyed her, and it was then that she let the front of her coat fall open. I gasped as I took in the sight of the beautiful full breasts and wide-hipped body dressed in nothing but the red lace lingerie and hose that I had pictured for so long. Then my mind went wild as I saw the one thing I had never expected: a tiny tattoo of a single red rose curled under her belly button, with the name "Daniel" written along the stem. It was my wife's tattoo.
"YOU!" I roared. I lunged forward and jerked the hat away to watch the familiar red hair tumble down over her shoulders. I hated her for a second because of the frustration I had felt, but in the same breath I loved her more than I ever had. She'd created the fantasy woman for me, and I knew that there would be no divorce in our future.
"Well you said things were getting stale," she shrugged and let her voice drop back down to that husky purr I had come to need, "So I just thought I would try to freshen things up a bit."
I kissed her deeply and pulled her into the living room, "Ohhh you have been very naughty..."
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Keywords: Sissy, a, Becomes, Man, Lonely,