A Night With The Girls
By Maurice Mickey Maschke
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"Feeling soft, Melissa? Feeling lost and trapped in the fur, dear?" And her laughter rang throughout the room.
I could only nod. She then laughed and took me into the other room and began putting my hair up in curlers. And then she applied my makeup. Once done with this she sprayed perfume all over my body and put drop earings on me, and a long black cameo around my neck. And then there were the bangle bracelets. She remarked how soft and pretty I was looking. And she made a point to call me Melissa throughout the experience.
From there she led me into the room and dressed me in a red sattin garter with black silk stockings. Then a black sattin bra and a hot pink chemise. Then she got out some 4" black leather heels and put them on my feet. And then she put the coat back on me and took my hair down and combed it out. The large soft curls fell around my face and shoulders. Every time that I would move my hair would caress my face, putting me deeper and deeper under her trance. I was lost to her. She asked me how I felt and I told her that I was lost in the softness. And she laughed.
She then directed me to model my pretty clothes for her as she snapped pictures of me. And I strolled around the room extending this leg and that one as I pulled the fur around me and became more and more a girl with each step. I was so lost under her spell that I truly had become Melissa. She then took me back into the bathroom and sat me down in front of the mirror and closed and locked the door telling me to look deeply at myself and to tease myself into exploding at least once, if not more. And the door closed with her moving about outside the room.
As I sat there I looked into the mirror and obeyed Mistress's request I stroked my C with the fur over and over. The image of the person in the mirror was that of a girl. My ruby red lips, the light blush on my cheeks, the drop earings in the shape of a heart hanging from ears. And the cameo around my neck. I was a soft and lovely girl. My long hair spilled around my shoulders in very large and soft curls, caressing my face as I moved my head. I continued to caress my C over and over. The more that I caressed my C, the more that I knew that the image in the mirror was truly a girl. That I was a girl. And the more that I stroked my C, the more that I felt that I was stoking my clit!!!
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