Laura went over to her closet, and took out some of her lingerie, heels and a blonde, shoulder length wig I had never seen before and ushered me into the hallway.
“Make sure you do a good job,” she said, with a warning tone, “He doesn’t want you looking like some fag in drag. You’ll only get the cock if you come back looking like a hot slut.”
Once again, I felt a little unsure of how we had got to this stage and knew that if I had any sense, let alone any remaining manliness, then I would put a stop to this, then I would just leave now and never look back on my wife and son and their sordid incest games. But, I didn’t, all the while I had been thinking this, I had walked into the bathroom, stripped out of my male clothes and was running the soft satin of the babydoll my wife had handed me. I barely realised what I was doing, I was by now so receptive to any suggestion made by my wife and son, I would do anything to be a part of that dirty incestuous fun I had just been thinking was so wrong.
I stood in the bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror. I certainly couldn’t see how I could make myself over to become a hot woman. Sure, I had dainty, soft features but I was pretty convinced of my masculinity. Mind you, there was a lot that I had been pretty convinced of that the last few days had moved me on from. I found myself beginning to picture myself as a woman, with a curvy big breasted body like my wife’s, draped in flimsy satin lingerie. I had to admit, the thought was something of a turn on. Then, I imagined my son’s big, hard cock and my lips, painted in slutty scarlet lipstick going down on it. I shook my head, part of me shocked and disturbed by the lengths to which my fantasies had gone, but most of me thrilling to try it.
I was kind of surprised at how quickly this strange new idea had taken hold of me. I guess my wife was right, I had become a total submissive sissy, in total thrall to her hot, sensual curves and my son’s hard body and harder cock. If dressing like a woman was what it took to get to taste my son’s thick meat then I would do it. But, it wasn’t just that, I was really starting to get turned on just at the thought of me as a submissive woman, yearning, begging for cock like a dirty whore.
I got into the shower and washed my body completely clean. A thought occurred to me and, using my wife’s razor, I shaved off all my body hair until my legs were silky smooth. Drying myself off, I admired my hairless body, already looking more feminine. Looking in the mirror, I fished through Laura’s make up and began to apply some to my face. I wasn’t very good at it and I ended up applying a lot more than I thought with thick, dark eyeshadow and bright red lips. Still, it did go someway to making me look like a cheap whore, the kind of dirty slut that I think my incestuous family were after. In the shoulder length blonde wig my wife had given me, I actually did look quite convincingly like a woman. I smiled at my reflection, this was better than I had dared hope. I was kind of sexy. I gave myself a naughty grin, I was beginning to turn myself on just by looking at myself.
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