Not the ideal situation for yourcloset cross-dressing sissy.This story is based on my life.I remember waking up this morning with the overwhelming urg... to dwell inthe feeling of femininity. And here I am, exactly 3 hours later as afully made up, sexy sissy, or as I like to call her; Inge.Inge has been in my life for more than 12 years. It started out slow,trying on one of my mother's leggings. Of course my mother didn't likethat and ever since I've been fascinated by the feeling of silk. "Whatever shall we do with THAT?"I slapped her ass. We could put it there..." Noooo! Please, not so soon. I still hurt there." Or we could put it there..." I gave her pussy a stinging slap."Ohhh, yes! I think that would work just fine, darling." But not here, Sheila." Where? The bedroom?" Perfect place for what we have in mind. Don't you agree?" Umm, yes I certainly do!"Only by the time we reached her bedroom I'd changed my perverted mind."Umm, Sheila, let's try something a little different.. Kneeling down beside me, she unzipped my shorts and soon had them around my ankles. After I’d kicked them away, my mom reached out, grabbed a huge knob of butter and smeared it over my now erect dick, and then began to lick it off. Considering how much I’d cum earlier, I was amazed at how quickly the urge to squirt jism out the end of my cock happened. Pushing my mom’s head away from my cock, I grabbed hold of it and started to slide my hand up and down its length. For some reason the very fact. I do not have a place.” It literally took just 10 seconds for him to respond. “It is 6:30 p.m. now, we can meet at 8 on ashram road near the BoB ATM. My place is close to that. I will pick you up.” I was shit scared and did not expect him to respond so soon. I almost want to say no, with blood rushing in my entire body and my heart beating fast, but somehow I say yes. I know the ATM and agree to be there. He refuses to share his number, just asks me to be there at 8.I leave the cafe, and leave.