Cross dressed slavery

They covered my leg hair in a veil of opaque fabric, and clung to me like a second skin. Suddenly I got an enormous erection, and I stopped laughing and giggling. What was I doing? How had this happened? I tried to think away the hardness in my cock, but it was standing straight up under the tight lycra. What would she think? It finally subsided, and I watched the taut bulge shrink down to a semi-soft bump, and just in time as Leena barged in, grabbed my hand and dragged me back to her dress platform.

“Okay, now stand up straight.” She sounds like my mother, which helped.

She pulled the soft dress up around my ankles, easing it past my hips. She never stopped talking, telling me the tights made it easier to get the dress off and on, telling me I looked great. When she reached my waist, the first place my skin was exposed, I stopped giggling. The angora was so soft and sensual, it penetrated my skin sending goosebumps up the soft flesh along my ribs. I think Leena noticed. I was glad my cock was covered, under the sweater and tights. She eased the dress slowly up my sides, but stopped at my armpits. She said, “You know, you actually don’t have the right shape up here, can you hold on a second.” I nodded, my embarrassment growing along with my cock. She left the rest of the dress bunched in my arms, and ran off to her office. When she came back with the old foundation garment that had been on her dressing dummy for months, I knew I was in trouble. I opened my mouth to protest, but Leena laid her soft hand over my lips. She winked and said, I won’t tell if you won’t.

I was flabbergasted, but I let her strap the long line brassiere around my waist, pulling me in there, and filling my chest out incredibly. The cups were stiff, forming bold pointed breasts, that reminded me of cadillacs. The dress slid over them like a second skin, and I was suddenly looking down at two sweatered breasts standing off my slender form. Leena was busy at my back, buttoning the high neck all the way up to my chin. She was so busy I don’t think she saw me gently caress my new curves, the soft aura of angora highlighting the feminine silhouette. Why did this feel so good? My cock was no longer throbbing