Tgirls perfect day crossdressing fiction

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Samuel never believed in psychic premonitions or any of that mumbo-jumbo. So it took him completely by
surprise when he saw the vintage dress for sale at the consignment shop, and he knew, he just knew, that
he’d just laid eyes on the perfect dress for the perfect woman. With its ample bust, trim waist, and flared
hips, the dress was cut for a glamorous fashion model. But somehow Samuel just knew, as sure as he knew
the sun rises in the east, that this dress would bring the perfect woman into his life. So he bought it on the
spot and took it home.

Later that night, Samuel laid the dress out on his bed. Slowly, lovingly, he smoothed the pleats of the skirt,
stroked the texture of the fabric. This dress was perfect. How could it ever be otherwise? He loved it, and he
knew, when the time came, he would love her. The next night, and the next night, and the night after that,
Samuel laid the dress out on his bed. He touched it, and stroked it, and caressed its light, rich fabric.

I will know her when she comes to me,” Samuel whispered to the dress. “And when she is mine, you will be
hers.”

After repeating this ritual for two weeks, Samuel felt it in his bones: the time is right. He didn’t know what
that meant. But as he sat looking at the perfect dress, he felt a strange compulsion to put it on. That couldn’t
be right, he thought. He was much too big to fit into this dress. He couldn’t risk damaging it. He needed it to
stay perfect for the perfect woman, when she finally came. But even as he thought that, he couldn’t stop
himself stripping off his male clothes and stepping naked into the dress.

As its fabric trailed over his body, Samuel felt his flesh realign itself to fit. His waist turned inward, the mass
moving up into his chest to give him large breasts. His arms and legs lengthened, tapered, and his hips flared
out. His shoulders squared up, and his neck grew long, swan-like. His male genitals rearranged themselves.
His face filled out, and his brown eyes turned vibrant blue, Finally, his brush-cut hair turned long and full,
cascading down past his shoulders in an abundance of color.

Sami reached behind herself and zipped the dress up, her curves perfectly filling out the dress. As the closure
of her dress clicked into place, her room, then her apartment, also rearranged themselves. Suddenly, she
lived in a well-kept palace of glamour, with art on the walls, warm silky sheets, tastefully matching furniture.
Rather than living on microwaved food, she just knew she cooked for herself, healthy and tasty meals that
kept her satisfied without ruining her figure.

She just knew. It had always been this way.

Sami stood gazing at herself in the full-length mirror. It was even better than she could have expected. She
couldn’t stop touching her face, her body, her dress. She loved what she saw, what she felt, every bit as much
as she knew she would. The dress fit like it was tailored for her. or like she was tailored for it.

I was right,” Sami whispered at her reflection. “The perfect dress for the perfect woman.”

Sissy fiction whatever happened to bernie flashback

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This week’s Flashback is a look at the once ambitious young businessman Bernie, who after taking a room at Mrs. Paulsen ‘s house as a lodger found himself becoming pinker and pinker until finally Brittany was born. Now after
months under his landlady’s spell, Bernie/Brittany has someone new to deal with, Mrs. Paulsen ‘s brand new lodger, Caleb.

Brittany gazed glumly at the pastel shades and wooden decor of her new room. Long gone were the vibrant pinks that had once crafted her walls and colored her life, long gone were the rose textures that she had woken up to
everyday and admired, breathed in, even loved. No that was all Caleb ‘s now. The new lingerie matched the room’s drab interior fike funeral wear. Sure it was soft, elegant even, but the dark nylon underwear that hugged her body
did little to lift her mood. Fifty shades of bleurgghhmnot fike the bright Barbie- esque fabrics that had once dressed her, not like those which now encased Caleb ‘s boyish body. She saw them, everyday, she saw them, fike torture, Mrs. flaulsen would come up to dress them and Brittany would see the pink silks in the washing basket and pray they were for her. Mrs. Paulsen would smile curtly and hand over something dark and wander off once again with the basket in hand, off to her new favorite.

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Time passed and from her new room Brittany watched the days grow longer as summer approached. Mrs. Paulsen seemed on the verge of ecstasy as she prepared for the return of her beloved daughter, Sophie, from university.
There were pictures of the young student everywhere and Brittany could see the resemblance that Mrs. Paulsen had mentioned between the two of them, there was also an odd similarity with Caleb ‘s androgynous features, odd since
he was after all a boy. Mrs. Paulsen began to clear space in the wardrobe of Brittany ‘s rooms and just a few days before Sophie ‘s scheduled return, she made up the huge wooden four poster bed for two people rather than just one.
Now just a day before Sophie’s homecoming, Brittany sat on the end of the bed once again clad in black lingerie, hugging the breastforms that Mrs. Paulsen had promised to replace and applying think dark makeup fit for a
wake. She sneered bitterly, Caleb probably thought the changes were being made for Sophie, he ‘d see, he ‘d see who Mrs. Paulsen’s true favorite was all along when Sophie took his place in the pink room, he ‘d see that he was just like Brittany, except of course he was a boy…