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As soon as i stepped out into the street my heart started pounding against my new silicone breasts. I felt like the whole world was watching as people walked past. What did they see? A helpless boy in drag? A sissy? Are my sisters make up skills enough to fool people? I tried to turn back but my sister had already locked the door and i had no key to get back in. I was at her mercy. My heels clicked loudly against the pavement as we headed for the closest bus stop, it took all my effort not to fall and make more of a fool of myself.
‘Hurry up Danielle i can see the bus!’ I was shocked at hearing a female name for myself but i picked up the pace as my sister hailed the bus.

It was the longest 30 minutes of my life as my sister scrolled through instagram showing me outfits she thought id look cute in. I couldn’t pay attention i was overwhelmed with alien sensations as i shuffled uncomfortably trying to stop the thong going further up my ass, i could feel the weight of the breast forms that had been glued to my chest jiggle at every bump. My face felt stiff and reeked of cosmetics and the long blonde wig tickled my scalp a constant reminder of my feminine prison. After what felt like hours we arrived at the mall and i quickly tottered of the bus giving the driver a nervous nod as he winked at me.

My heart dropped as i saw the crowds of people entering the mall, suddenly the bus did not seem so bad.
‘Please Jess you’ve had your fun, can we go home now? I cant do this theres so many people!’ I pleaded quietly careful not to draw attention to myself as my weirdly deep voice came from an awkward looking girl. Jess simply raised her eyebrow holding up her phone threateningly. I got the message i would never be able to explain to my mum why i was dressed up in Jessica’s clothes. So i obediently continued nervously towards the mall with Jessica skipping happily besides me.

‘Now since you have kept complaining Danielle lets get you a cute skirt to show of them legs of yours.’ She said gleefully as she dragged me into the first store. Where I begrudgingly picked out the ‘perfect’ skirt. Jess insisted i had to be the one to ask the lady at the counter if we could use the changing room, I tried my best to put on a female voice to avoid the embarrassment of being found out but i failed miserably sounding more like id inhaled helium, all the while Jess laughed at my humiliation. The lady clearly found it amusing as she giggled to herself leading us to the back of the shop.

The skirt sent shivers across my body as i pulled the smooth material up my freshly shaven legs. It was tight and It barely covered my ass but it was good enough for Jessica, as soon as she saw it fit she snatched away the leggings and stuffed them into her handbag.
I had to lift the skirt up at the counter to scan it nearly exposing the only thing that proved I’m still a guy under all this.

When will this hell end?

Description
As soon as i stepped out into the street my heart started pounding against my new silicone breasts. I felt like the whole world was watching as people walked past. What did they see? A helpless boy in drag? A sissy? Are my sisters make up skills enough to fool people? I tried to turn back but my sister had already locked the door and i had no key to get back in. I was at her mercy. My heels clicked loudly against the pavement as we headed for the closest bus stop, it took all my effort not to fall and make more of a fool of myself.
‘Hurry up Danielle i can see the bus!’ I was shocked at hearing a female name for myself but i picked up the pace as my sister hailed the bus.

It was the longest 30 minutes of my life as my sister scrolled through instagram showing me outfits she thought id look cute in. I couldn’t pay attention i was overwhelmed with alien sensations as i shuffled uncomfortably trying to stop the thong going further up my ass, i could feel the weight of the breast forms that had been glued to my chest jiggle at every bump. My face felt stiff and reeked of cosmetics and the long blonde wig tickled my scalp a constant reminder of my feminine prison. After what felt like hours we arrived at the mall and i quickly tottered of the bus giving the driver a nervous nod as he winked at me.

My heart dropped as i saw the crowds of people entering the mall, suddenly the bus did not seem so bad.
‘Please Jess you’ve had your fun, can we go home now? I cant do this theres so many people!’ I pleaded quietly careful not to draw attention to myself as my weirdly deep voice came from an awkward looking girl. Jess simply raised her eyebrow holding up her phone threateningly. I got the message i would never be able to explain to my mum why i was dressed up in Jessica’s clothes. So i obediently continued nervously towards the mall with Jessica skipping happily besides me.

‘Now since you have kept complaining Danielle lets get you a cute skirt to show of them legs of yours.’ She said gleefully as she dragged me into the first store. Where I begrudgingly picked out the ‘perfect’ skirt. Jess insisted i had to be the one to ask the lady at the counter if we could use the changing room, I tried my best to put on a female voice to avoid the embarrassment of being found out but i failed miserably sounding more like id inhaled helium, all the while Jess laughed at my humiliation. The lady clearly found it amusing as she giggled to herself leading us to the back of the shop.

The skirt sent shivers across my body as i pulled the smooth material up my freshly shaven legs. It was tight and It barely covered my ass but it was good enough for Jessica, as soon as she saw it fit she snatched away the leggings and stuffed them into her handbag.
I had to lift the skirt up at the counter to scan it nearly exposing the only thing that proved I’m still a guy under all this.

When will this hell end?