A Girl Called Eddie

In the wake of what had already happened between us, he needed little further persuasion. From my underwear drawer, I selected a purple satin Basque, with matching panties of shiny silk, suspenders and dark silk stockings. While Eddie slipped into these, I browsed through the extensive contents of my walk in closet, finally opting for a shimmering white, shoulderless evening dress, slit from ankle almost to thigh top at the back. A short, black silk jacket, string of fake pearls and a pair of my stiletto-heeled shoes completed the clothing stages of his transformation.

Before attending to the important matter of his makeup, I seated him at my dressing table and fitted him with a shoulder length wig of straight, peroxide blonde hair. Like an artist putting the finishing touches to a precious work, I used lipstick of my most whorish red, dark eyeliner, powder and paint to complete the creation of a girl called Eddie. By the time I was finished, he was unrecognizable as the macho stud that had repeatedly stuffed me with my favorite kind of meat. Preening before the mirror, balanced unsteadily on my high heels, he had to agree that he looked absolutely stunning.

"If I'd known it would look and feel this good, I'd have been putting on panties and lipstick ages ago," he said. "Where are you going?"

"Won't be long," I smiled.

When I returned, a few minutes later, he was still admiring himself in the mirror. But the instant he saw what I had become, his attention was all mine. In my sister's shiny black rubber thigh boots, matching, figure hugging mini dress, spike studded dog collar and elbow length gloves, I looked every inch the stern dominatrix. The riding whip gripped in my right fist was an essential accessory, though one I had no real intention of using. If Carrie were to catch me wearing her clothes without permission, I would be the one feeling the sting of the whip.

"You look like her twin!" gasped Eddie.

"And you look like you're ready to cum in my panties, you dirty slut," I retorted. "Well, now you will submit to me, just as you grovel before my Mistress. Is that okay with you?"