Cross dressed slavery

with excitement, it felt moist and hot down there, but what felt better was the soft feel of the angora on my body, and the glimpses of my feminine self in the mirror. It was like a dream I had had.

Suddenly Leena was turning me around, pulling at the fabric, admiring her work…and then the phone rang. Leena winked and said she would be right back, leaving me to stare at myself, to touch the sweater girl image before me. I brushed my hand across my crotch absently, feeling the angora’s cool touch through the lycra tights. I arched my back a little to bring my breasts forward. Hopefully Leena did not see me, as she came flying back into the main room with an anxious look on her face.

I asked what was wrong, and she said that the BIGGEST Japanese buyer was in town for one night only, and had called to see if he could look at anything before he flew back to Tokyo. It was a once in a lifetime chance, this guy never made studio visits.

Great, I said, what’s the problem? Leena looked at me, with careful consideration. She said, he is going to be here in fifteen minutes. I have no one to model the clothes. I waited. Except you, Leena said.

I started shaking my head, saying I had enough, and there was no way some guy was going to believe I was a model. I mean look at me, I almost shouted, do I look like Cindy Crawford to you? Leena stood back smiling. Well, she said, you do have a nice pair of legs. But we would have to hide your face somehow.

My mouth dropped open. Hide my face!? Yeah, I said, you’d have to completely hide it! Like with a paper bag. But Leena didn’t listen. She was off and running again, darting into her office, while I felt for the snaps at my neck to try and get out of this thing. She called back, Don’t touch anything. And what size are your feet?

I stammered a reply, still trying to free myself.

But then Leena was there in front of me, looking sad. Don’t, she said, and the look in her eyes melted me. OK, I growled, but you owe me one. She smiled and danced up onto the platform. Her breasts pressed against mine, and she kissed me hard, way harder than friends usually kiss. She said, Do what I say, and I will owe you the hugest favor.