The urge to try it on was overwhelming, but I somehow resisted. I phoned in sick to work, got dressed and after waiting a bit of time for the shops to...open went out shopping. And what a shopping trip - I had decided to embrace my crossdressing tendencies fully, and submit to the wanton desires that would bring, it was time to start building up a wardrobe. Nothing from a sex-shop though, I was shopping in Topshop, H&M, Miss Selfridges, Debenhams, even Harrods. Real shops selling real women's. “Aunt Vanessa!” I chided her softly. “Such bad language!”I started working on those nipples, trying to get them to get harder. I pinched them, as well as I could, with slippery fingers.“Why ... are you ... doing ... that?” she panted.“The nipples need to be as hard as possible,” I said softly into her ear. “That way I can make the cast around them.”“Ohhhhhh shit,” she said again.That bald pussy screamed at me in the mirror. With her legs spread like that, her pudendum hung there, like ripe. She let me talk for about twenty minutes before interrupting.“Just so I’m clear, you’re saying that Jennifer insisted that you have sex with Becky. You didn’t push the issue or anything like that?”“That’s right. She knew I had placed sex off-limits with Becky, just like I had with her. Then Jennifer forced the issue and she and I made love. Then she insisted I go make love with Becky and call her afterwards. When I called Jennifer, she asked ‘Well?’ and I said that I loved Becky. That’s when. He wanted to take her out to dinner and to a local comedy club. Samantha spent over an hour in the shower, then at least forty minutes getting her hair to look like she didn’t do anything to it. Picking out the clothes was the easy part, Samantha never had a problem picking out the perfect outfit. She slid each of her freshly shaven legs into the black leggings then threw on a light blue short cashmere sweater dress that was low cut enough to show off the goods but classy enough to remain.