I had began my passion for sissiness when I came across gender-bender manga. From then, I had searched across the internet to fullfill my hunger. But I had been careful, deleting every scrap of eveidence there ever had been, password protecting everthing. I had only ever read, never doing. And so owned no clothing that I longed to have.
One day, when looking through a few of my favourite sites, I saw a link to a website that sold clothing for men dressing up as woman. Although I never bought anything, I liked to look, and imagine.
Immediatley something caught my eye. A bright flashing sign highlighted a new item, I looked closer and saw that it was advertising a womans silicone body. From head to toe, excluding hair, with holes for eyes, nostrils and lips. An all in one perfect female body. I looked at pictures, if I didn't know better, I would say that they were natural women. I realised that this item could combat my fear. If I bought it, along with a wig and make-up, clothing, I could never be found out. I continued to scan the discription, 'the silicone suit can also be penetrated vaginally, and anally.' I knew right then that I had to buy it. I looked at the price, $4499.00. I looked back at the suit, my heart longing for it. I clicked buy.
After taking the plunge I spent several hours browsing through sites I had previosuly looked at, never daring to buy from. I spent hundreds, if not thousands on clothes, make-up and accessories. In two weeks everything would arrive, and my alter ego, who I now needed to create, would be born.
2 Days after purchase
I browsed the internet, looking for bars and clubs that I am going to attend when I am all dressed up. I make excuses for going out with friends, claiming I am going out of town that weekend. When in reality I, or rather my alter ego, would be staying right here.
4 Days after purchase
I looked up tips and help on using make-up, deciding what might look good and what I should stay well away from. The site I bought the suit from had tips after I sent them a picture of my face and measurements, which they needed to make the body and head. It was now 10 days to go, I was too excited for words.
7 Days after purchase
Today the majority of the clothing arrived, although much of it didn't fit me. I could still see what goes best with what and I practised all day walking around in 7 inch heels. By the end of the day I could sway my bum in an alluring, sexy way. I used a sledgehammer and made a hole in the plaster of the wall, this is where I would hide everything. I realised I was only doing this because subconsciously I wanted to bring people back here, in my alter ego form. Not because I was scared of anyone finding out, espsecially since I live alone. I grinned at this. I placed all the clothing in plastic bags and stored them inside, finally I pushed a wardrobe in front of the hole, now no-one could find it.
10 Days after purchase
I had spent the last few days perfecting my way of speaking, my mannerisms as a woman, they way I sat, the way I drank, using help from the internet I soon mastered it. Never before had I realised how different men and woman are.
13 Days after purchase
I had finished! Everything was in place, clothing and make-up stored in the hole. I could speak and act like a woman, as if I had lived as one my entire life. I decided to make it more fun, and invent my life when I am in the moment, go with what feels right. There was just one more thing to do. Pick a name. This name would define me as I was out. I knew I had to pick it right. I looked through name after name, none of them sounding or feeling right. Then, just as I turned a page, there it was. Rachel. My name will be Rachel.
14 Days after purchase
I open the box with shaking hands, it is early morning, and I supposedly left town yesterday. I am going out tonight. My small house was set out to look like a womans house. I had borrowed and bought second hand items to furnish my new home. All of my Matthews belongings were either in storage or in the hole, which I realised was getting extremely full, I could no longer fit anything in there.
As I lift the suit out of the box I gasp, it is perfect. Size D breasts were perfect. The legs that looked like they went on forever were perfect. I grabbed the instructions and learnt how to put the suit on.
I glide into the suit, legs first and feel it instantly attach itself. I bend down, the rest of the suit flapping, and feel the suit. Through the thin layer I can still feel my toes and ankles, it is strange, I cannot tell I even have it on, it feels real, it feels like it is me. The skin is smooth, as though I had just shaven all the hair off.
The suit runs up me as I continue to put it on, over my bum, which now looks amazing, past now my sexy swinging hips, over my beautiful flat stomach, over my chest, where now I look down and see the amazing breasts. My breasts. They feel heavy and sexy. I put my arms into Rachels arms. The detail is amazing, through the silicone you can still see moles and tiny blemishes, so I don't look freakish. The suit ends at my fingernails, attaching themselves round the edges with a sucking sound. I inspect the tips of the fingers, I can't even see the line, it's either invisible or hidden very well. The same has been done with my toenails.
I continue with the suit up over my neck and then finish off over my head. The two sides closing with a pop, it must be something magnetic I think. I feel enclosed, but I also don't. It feels like my skin, I feel like I could wear this forever and never take it off, or even notice I have it on. I grab a wig I had ordered. Also from the same site, it attaches with magnets to the top of the suit, meaning that I can flick my hair and the wig won't bude. it is a sexy redhead wig, with real hair that finishes just below my shoulders.
I go to look in my new full length mirror. I am sexy. That is all I can say. Matthew is gone. Rachel remains behind.
It had taken me an hour to get into the suit, now I take the time to walk around, completley naked, practising my walk and mannerisms in the suit. Throughout reading the instructions I had seen that I can even have a shower or bath, this suit amazes me at each turn. I take a luxurious bath, using scents and candles, relaxing. In the bath, I experiement with the offrices, my lips stick out of the suit, meaning I kiss with my own. I open and close my jaw, trying to find anything wrong with it. Not a problem, I can still eat perfectly. I use my fingers to explore my bum. The suit skin stops someway up my bum. Meaning it can still be used, in both ways. Coming out, or something, or someone, going in.
There is just one hole left, I take a deep breath and plunge my fingers into the vagina. My vagina. The vagina is a special area in this suit, because there is a place to store my balls and penis so that they are never seen, or can even be touched through the suit. There is a tube running from the tip of my penis, which I inserted earlier down to my vagina. This means that I can pee exacly like a woman. It is similar to a catheter used in hospitals.
When my fingers explore the vagina, they find the tube that I pee from, but there is also another tube, a larger tube. I consult the instructions, it is a tube for sex. If someone wants to put something up my vagina, such as fingers, or a penis. It goes up the tube, it is designed to be just like a real vagina.
A few hours later, I am ready. I am wearing my black 7 inch heels. I am showing my bare legs, and I have chosen a matching set of lacy, sexy underwear and bra. The bra hoisting my breasts up to what seems like under my chin. But in the mirror it's fine. A sexy mini dress slides up my body. The straps go across my back, where they crisscross, round my neck and to the front of the dress, showing off my boobs. A cool breeze on my legs feels weird. The dress accentuates my already sexy hips.
I fasten a necklace round my neck. And add a few bangles to my wrist. I paint my toenails a sexy pink. I do my make-up, sexy rouge lips and dark mascara and eyeliner, showing off my brown eyes. I brush the sexy red hair into a curve that flows round the left side of my face.
I fill my clutch bag with everything I need. Make-up, a little money and I consider putting a few condoms in. But decide against it.
I am ready.
I phone a taxi and when it arrives, slide in, keeping my dignity. I tell the driver to take me to a club, noticing that he is eyeing my legs up. I smile inwardly. Rachel is ready. Rachel is sexy. I am Rachel.
I sat at the bar, legs crossed in a feminine manner sipping a Cosmopolitan. I glance around. I notice some guys eyeing me up, some girls to my left are glancing at me intermittently, it is clear they are talking about me. Finishing my drink, the barman asks if I want another, I decline and swing off the stool. I feel my breasts sway, I love the feeling.
I had been sitting there for twenty minutes. It was time to force a reaction. I strode sexily towards the exit and almost reached it when a man stepped in front of me. He was tall, the tip of my head only just reached his chin. Not that I wasn't short, I was 5"5. Not too bad I always told myself.
The man lent casually against a table while I smiled sweetly, waiting for his amazing line. God he was taking his time. Hurry up!
'I didn't know that angels could fly so low' he grinned. Obviously thinking that this was the best line ever. I took one look at him and walked straight past him. I heard jeers from his mates, this only spurred him on more. As I left out into the open air, where I noticed that it was quite cold. I shivered as the man walked up behind me.
'Sorry for the bad line' he said, 'I'm Lawrence'.
'Nice to meet you Lawrence' offering my delicate hand. This was an important moment, this was the first time I would be touching someone wearing the suit. As Lawrence clapsed my hand it felt no different to normal. Lawrence certainly didn't notice any difference.
'Good to meet you too......'
'Rachel' I offer.
'Rachel' he affirms, smiling brightly.
I'm slammed against my front door. Lawrence and I kissing passionately. I don't even know how this happened. My glossed lips going up against his. His hands roaming round my back, holding me still as his tongue wandered down my throat. My tongue matching his. His hands moved down to my bum, they caressed the round apples. My hands wandered up, feeling the muscular body up to the rough shaven beard. My hands stroked his face, running through his hair. Our kissing became more intense, His hands lifted both my legs up, my legs instinctivley wrapped around his waist. I was totally supported, totally dependent on Lawrence now, and I loved it. Our kissing became even more intense to the point where I was moaning in pleasure, he licked my neck and I almost lost it there. I knew I had an erection, somewhere in the suit, but it was not visible. Lawrence gently put me back down to the ground, back to kissing my lips again. His hands played with my boobs, joyfully groping them.
With my own hands I rummaged in my bag, desperately looking for keys. I find them and pull myself away and turn to unlock my door, while Lawrence runs his hands up my hips from behind. He moves into my body, I feel uncomfortable and happy when his erection through his pants presses against my bum.
I manage to open the door and we fall in together, my back is on the floor, Lawrence is on top of me, kissing my neck, slowly moving his hands, cupping my bum. His leg slams the door shut, not wanting to distract himself from me. I kiss back passionately, my hands stroking him. Eyes closed, enjoying every moment.
'Let's move to the bedroom' he moans. My eyes spring open in panic.
'No no no no no no no. I.... I can't.'
'Come on babe, you know you want to'. He moans, thrusting his tounge down my throat.
He lifts me up by my legs, my legs wrap around his hips instinctivley, even though I don't want to. I know I have to find a way out of this, I'm not ready for this. His arms supporting my back, mine around his neck. He slowly walks over to my room, my head moves to rest of his shoulder, while he sucks my earlobe. With one hand he supports me while with the other he undos the belt on his pants. He tugs down his underwear, his erection springs right up, I feel the tip, wet with pre-cum on my dress, I feel it gently tickle my bum.
He carries me into my room and gently lays me down on my bed, I am submissive, he takes his top off, showing his muscles. I stare up at him, helpless. He leans back down to kiss me again, distracting me while he pulls my dress over my head. I don't know what to do.
