Jennifer finishes her first day as a girl with much fun and some quiet realizations. As I was walking down the stairs, I thought: 'It would be better to make the most of my last night of freedom'. Little did I know how close my words would be to the truth. I headed to the kitchen to prepare a late lunch or an early dinner, depending on how you look at it. All that hypnosis and vibrations left me hungry and slightly dehydrated from the filtration. I'm sure the edible didn't help with my hunger. I had invested in a food delivery service, so I always had fresh food and didn't have to waste much time preparing it. I thought I wouldn't be ready to go out dressed as a slut soon, so this allowed me to stay fed and in petite mode.
After cleaning and throwing the dishes in the dishwasher, I collapsed onto the sofa with a portable makeup kit and a mirror. I picked one of the tutorials I had been working on in YouTube and played it on the large-screen TV. I had had some success with this series and my previous practice was frustrating, but I was progressing. I noticed small whiskers on my chin that had already started to grow after shaving. Anyway, I didn't grow much facial hair, and I knew that hormones would probably reduce it too, but I got frustrated right away. Despite what I thought before, I just said, To hell with it, and ordered the laser depilation system I had discounted earlier from my phone, with delivery the next day. I don't know why I was being so impulsive, maybe it was the grass, maybe it was the hypnosis, but after months of planning I was already accelerating my training program. I tried a couple of different styles from the tutorial, adding and removing makeup several times while practicing. I was a natural redhead, so I leaned towards the greens, purples, and pinks that really made my green eyes stand out. I always felt embarrassed about my freckles, but they had come back with style, so I made sure everything I did didn't cover them up too much.
Finally I decided on a purple eye with a semi-brilliant pink lip pencil, not too flashy but actually thought it looked quite good. I grabbed a pair of hair ties and styled my hair into pigtails on either side of my head and manipulated it until I got it the way I wanted. The plug located in my hole continued to make itself known and distract me, but finally I obtained the look I was looking for. I jumped up and headed to the full-length mirror next to the main door and looked at myself. I... actually looked quite good! My makeup wasn't great and my hair was styled pretty amateurishly, but I still looked like a nice girl! I turned back in the mirror a couple of times and looked at my body. I was all angles, no curves, but with my overall androgynous appearance, the makeup, hair, and clothes helped push me towards the feminine side of androgyny.
I felt like I was going to cry, I was so happy with my appearance, which probably would be a good sign that I was on the right track. However, I didn't want to ruin my hard work in makeup, so I sniffled and wiped my eyes with a paper towel. I hadn't realized it while dealing with all the other plans, but at some point I started arriving at the place I wanted. All the practice while waiting had been more effective than I thought! Practically ran upstairs, which was interesting with the outlet located in my hole. I took off my pajamas and started grabbing clothes: a black lace bra and a set of panties, black tights up to the thighs, small cup B forms and a green dress to the knee with high neckline to hide my lack of realism breasts.
I started rolling up my stockings on my legs, which made my clitoris move again in its cage. I breathed deeply a few times, then finished getting dressed, put on the lovely bikini-cut panties and wrapped the bra around my waist. I hooked the bra, then turned it and lifted it over my shoulders before sliding the breast forms into place. I moved things around until I was satisfied with how everything looked, then put the dress on my head. I appreciated being fairly flexible when I realized how hard it was to close a zipper by yourself. I finished with a bit of struggle, then moved in front of the mirror. Literally, I left breathless at what I saw. I looked good! The breast forms filled the dress perfectly and a small turn made the hem rise slightly, showing my stockings. I grabbed a pair of basic black three-inch heels and put them on, the effect on my legs was almost instantaneous. It seemed like a thin, androgynous girl, but clearly beautiful in a nice dress.
I took some photos of myself in the mirror on my phone to document my progress. I simply couldn't help making all sorts of poses and silly faces in the mirror. I was already enjoying being a girl again. I spent a bit of time wandering around my room and then around the house, practicing with heels. I had used them before, to make sure they fit me well, but it hadn't been that long since I'd walked in them. It took me some time to get used to them, but fortunately, the thick and relatively short heels made it a bit easier. By the time I'd gone up and down the hallway a couple of times, I was starting to get used to them.
I grabbed my small marijuana kit and went downstairs, enjoying the sensation of the dress sliding against my stockings, the cork in my hole making me move more my butt while walking. I picked a bottle of wine from the shelf, something my aunt had left kindly after my parents' death, and opened it. I poured myself a glass and headed to the living room with a good Merlot. I lit the gas fireplace in the living room and grabbed one of my mother's old Cosmopolitans. I lit a pre-rolled joint and sat on the sofa, smoking and drinking wine while flipping through the magazine. Honestly, I don't know why I did that, it just seemed like something a woman with a nice dress would do. It was nonsense, but I didn't have anywhere to go dressed up and I had fun anyway.
After a second glass of wine, I finished my joint and put away the magazine. The alcohol and marijuana were really starting to affect me, so I went back to bed. I took off my dress and hung it up again, put my stockings and bra on the dresser and stored my breasts. I sighed, looking at the forms in their box, then my flat chest. I thought about the hormones I was taking and quickly got them out of my head. I put on a nice black nightgown, the sensation of the silky material on my body made me shiver. Despite having a slender boy's body, I still thought I looked good and loved the view of the straps on my shoulder and pale and soft legs peeking out from under the hem. I went to the bathroom and sat down to pee without any discomfort this time, the reality of the cage was already settled subconsciously. I cleaned myself up and then took my nighttime hormone dose. I removed the plug and cleaned it, then did another quick enema to clean myself. I was about to go back to bed, but stopped. I hadn't intended to sleep with a plug in, but it was itching me, almost hurting, and I stayed looking at the plug on the counter. I grabbed some lubricant and reinserted the plug. It was much smoother after being inside me for hours, so I felt pretty good quickly. Too good, actually, I was getting too hot to sleep. I went back to my computer and grabbed my magic wand, vibrator, and headphones. I lifted some audio hypnosis loops that matched and reinforced what I had seen before, put them on and then pulled up some pornography. I had a playlist of some of my favorite sissification videos and set it to shuffle. I wasn't a big fan of the humiliation and force in sissification porn, barely needed to be forced and was learning not to be ashamed of who I was, but still couldn't ignore how hot They were some of them.
Today I played my playlist and went back to one that I found myself watching a lot. It was Natalie Mars, dressed in a latex maid uniform and chastity, being beaten by her Ama with an enormous console. I had always been amazed at how sexy she looked, especially at how she took such a big console. Before it was just a morbid curiosity, but now I was starting to feel a little jealous of her skills and how she looked. Yet, I remembered how I felt before when I saw myself, and I had already increased in size on my plug today, so maybe... I reclined, listening to my hypno and lit my magic wand. Pressed the vibrator on the area above my cage, getting used to the sensation for a moment, then moved it towards the cage itself. I had used the vibe on myself using the cage when I was testing it, but something was different. This was the first time I had an erection that really stretched me and that made a big difference. As soon as the vibe hit my cage, my clitoris jumped and my hole flexed and the plug hit my G-spot. I let out an involuntary groan and felt a tingling sensation all over my body.
I started to balance myself a bit on my chair, using the movement to make the plug work in its entirety while passing the vibrator over my cage, pressing with force. The combination of the plug, the cage, the vibrator, the grass, the alcohol, the hypnosis, and the pornography on the screen drove me crazy. I was hotter than I had ever been before and the sensation of my camiseta sliding against my smooth skin only made it more erotic. I was an erotic nerve and in living flesh, and every part of me felt like it was on fire. It felt like it was building up, different from what I had experienced before, deeper, more intense. I started to moan, my back arched and my hole closed in the cage. While watching Natalie get hit on the screen and listening to the mixed sound with hypnosis in my ears, I came. More than I came, I stayed blank. My body shuddered, tensed and my mind went with overwhelming feelings. My clitoris escaped its cage, releasing my repressed semen all over the chair. I started to come down and return to my senses. I was afraid that after my orgasm would have the clarity after orgasm that would make me regret what I had done, but it never came. However, that's not entirely accurate; clarity arrived, but there was no shame. I knew this was right. I knew what it was and who wanted to be.
I turned off the vibrator and cleaned up a bit before going to the bathroom to clean my cage. I put on my underwear after drying myself and stood in front of the mirror, looking at my stained makeup and disheveled hair. I looked like a disaster, but also thought I looked incredibly sexy, as if I had been well screwed. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled inwardly: 'Well, Jenni, definitely no turning back'.
After cleaning and throwing the dishes in the dishwasher, I collapsed onto the sofa with a portable makeup kit and a mirror. I picked one of the tutorials I had been working on in YouTube and played it on the large-screen TV. I had had some success with this series and my previous practice was frustrating, but I was progressing. I noticed small whiskers on my chin that had already started to grow after shaving. Anyway, I didn't grow much facial hair, and I knew that hormones would probably reduce it too, but I got frustrated right away. Despite what I thought before, I just said, To hell with it, and ordered the laser depilation system I had discounted earlier from my phone, with delivery the next day. I don't know why I was being so impulsive, maybe it was the grass, maybe it was the hypnosis, but after months of planning I was already accelerating my training program. I tried a couple of different styles from the tutorial, adding and removing makeup several times while practicing. I was a natural redhead, so I leaned towards the greens, purples, and pinks that really made my green eyes stand out. I always felt embarrassed about my freckles, but they had come back with style, so I made sure everything I did didn't cover them up too much.Finally I decided on a purple eye with a semi-brilliant pink lip pencil, not too flashy but actually thought it looked quite good. I grabbed a pair of hair ties and styled my hair into pigtails on either side of my head and manipulated it until I got it the way I wanted. The plug located in my hole continued to make itself known and distract me, but finally I obtained the look I was looking for. I jumped up and headed to the full-length mirror next to the main door and looked at myself. I... actually looked quite good! My makeup wasn't great and my hair was styled pretty amateurishly, but I still looked like a nice girl! I turned back in the mirror a couple of times and looked at my body. I was all angles, no curves, but with my overall androgynous appearance, the makeup, hair, and clothes helped push me towards the feminine side of androgyny.I felt like I was going to cry, I was so happy with my appearance, which probably would be a good sign that I was on the right track. However, I didn't want to ruin my hard work in makeup, so I sniffled and wiped my eyes with a paper towel. I hadn't realized it while dealing with all the other plans, but at some point I started arriving at the place I wanted. All the practice while waiting had been more effective than I thought! Practically ran upstairs, which was interesting with the outlet located in my hole. I took off my pajamas and started grabbing clothes: a black lace bra and a set of panties, black tights up to the thighs, small cup B forms and a green dress to the knee with high neckline to hide my lack of realism breasts.I started rolling up my stockings on my legs, which made my clitoris move again in its cage. I breathed deeply a few times, then finished getting dressed, put on the lovely bikini-cut panties and wrapped the bra around my waist. I hooked the bra, then turned it and lifted it over my shoulders before sliding the breast forms into place. I moved things around until I was satisfied with how everything looked, then put the dress on my head. I appreciated being fairly flexible when I realized how hard it was to close a zipper by yourself. I finished with a bit of struggle, then moved in front of the mirror. Literally, I left breathless at what I saw. I looked good! The breast forms filled the dress perfectly and a small turn made the hem rise slightly, showing my stockings. I grabbed a pair of basic black three-inch heels and put them on, the effect on my legs was almost instantaneous. It seemed like a thin, androgynous girl, but clearly beautiful in a nice dress.I took some photos of myself in the mirror on my phone to document my progress. I simply couldn't help making all sorts of poses and silly faces in the mirror. I was already enjoying being a girl again. I spent a bit of time wandering around my room and then around the house, practicing with heels. I had used them before, to make sure they fit me well, but it hadn't been that long since I'd walked in them. It took me some time to get used to them, but fortunately, the thick and relatively short heels made it a bit easier. By the time I'd gone up and down the hallway a couple of times, I was starting to get used to them.I grabbed my small marijuana kit and went downstairs, enjoying the sensation of the dress sliding against my stockings, the cork in my hole making me move more my butt while walking. I picked a bottle of wine from the shelf, something my aunt had left kindly after my parents' death, and opened it. I poured myself a glass and headed to the living room with a good Merlot. I lit the gas fireplace in the living room and grabbed one of my mother's old Cosmopolitans. I lit a pre-rolled joint and sat on the sofa, smoking and drinking wine while flipping through the magazine. Honestly, I don't know why I did that, it just seemed like something a woman with a nice dress would do. It was nonsense, but I didn't have anywhere to go dressed up and I had fun anyway.After a second glass of wine, I finished my joint and put away the magazine. The alcohol and marijuana were really starting to affect me, so I went back to bed. I took off my dress and hung it up again, put my stockings and bra on the dresser and stored my breasts. I sighed, looking at the forms in their box, then my flat chest. I thought about the hormones I was taking and quickly got them out of my head. I put on a nice black nightgown, the sensation of the silky material on my body made me shiver. Despite having a slender boy's body, I still thought I looked good and loved the view of the straps on my shoulder and pale and soft legs peeking out from under the hem. I went to the bathroom and sat down to pee without any discomfort this time, the reality of the cage was already settled subconsciously. I cleaned myself up and then took my nighttime hormone dose. I removed the plug and cleaned it, then did another quick enema to clean myself. I was about to go back to bed, but stopped. I hadn't intended to sleep with a plug in, but it was itching me, almost hurting, and I stayed looking at the plug on the counter. I grabbed some lubricant and reinserted the plug. It was much smoother after being inside me for hours, so I felt pretty good quickly. Too good, actually, I was getting too hot to sleep. I went back to my computer and grabbed my magic wand, vibrator, and headphones. I lifted some audio hypnosis loops that matched and reinforced what I had seen before, put them on and then pulled up some pornography. I had a playlist of some of my favorite sissification videos and set it to shuffle. I wasn't a big fan of the humiliation and force in sissification porn, barely needed to be forced and was learning not to be ashamed of who I was, but still couldn't ignore how hot They were some of them.Today I played my playlist and went back to one that I found myself watching a lot. It was Natalie Mars, dressed in a latex maid uniform and chastity, being beaten by her Ama with an enormous console. I had always been amazed at how sexy she looked, especially at how she took such a big console. Before it was just a morbid curiosity, but now I was starting to feel a little jealous of her skills and how she looked. Yet, I remembered how I felt before when I saw myself, and I had already increased in size on my plug today, so maybe... I reclined, listening to my hypno and lit my magic wand. Pressed the vibrator on the area above my cage, getting used to the sensation for a moment, then moved it towards the cage itself. I had used the vibe on myself using the cage when I was testing it, but something was different. This was the first time I had an erection that really stretched me and that made a big difference. As soon as the vibe hit my cage, my clitoris jumped and my hole flexed and the plug hit my G-spot. I let out an involuntary groan and felt a tingling sensation all over my body.I started to balance myself a bit on my chair, using the movement to make the plug work in its entirety while passing the vibrator over my cage, pressing with force. The combination of the plug, the cage, the vibrator, the grass, the alcohol, the hypnosis, and the pornography on the screen drove me crazy. I was hotter than I had ever been before and the sensation of my camiseta sliding against my smooth skin only made it more erotic. I was an erotic nerve and in living flesh, and every part of me felt like it was on fire. It felt like it was building up, different from what I had experienced before, deeper, more intense. I started to moan, my back arched and my hole closed in the cage. While watching Natalie get hit on the screen and listening to the mixed sound with hypnosis in my ears, I came. More than I came, I stayed blank. My body shuddered, tensed and my mind went with overwhelming feelings. My clitoris escaped its cage, releasing my repressed semen all over the chair. I started to come down and return to my senses. I was afraid that after my orgasm would have the clarity after orgasm that would make me regret what I had done, but it never came. However, that's not entirely accurate; clarity arrived, but there was no shame. I knew this was right. I knew what it was and who wanted to be.I turned off the vibrator and cleaned up a bit before going to the bathroom to clean my cage. I put on my underwear after drying myself and stood in front of the mirror, looking at my stained makeup and disheveled hair. I looked like a disaster, but also thought I looked incredibly sexy, as if I had been well screwed. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled inwardly: 'Well, Jenni, definitely no turning back'.
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