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10-15-2005, 08:18 AM
In order to live out her fantasy right,
He'll pamper her body and soul tonight
On the eve of her eighteenth, beginning at ten
Only she knows just how it will end

This night, a new birth, a recreation
Begins with a bath and intense depilation
Her baby-smooth skin, once veiled by hair
Now slinky all over and beautifully bare

Beeswax and yeast restore and repair
A two-minute facelift with time to spare
He then powders her skin until soft and dry
And fastens false lashes to the lid of each eye

He masks and pencils her brows just so
Mascara and liner to frame each window
Then cover, lest anything blue show through
Not for this lady - that just wouldn't do

Liquid foundation to soften and blend
That which nature has not been so kind to yet mend
Two shades of eyeshadow; dark fades up to light
Tired eyes awaken under silvery white

Blush kisses cheeks like the sun in July
Powder sets to keep face and neck fresh and dry
Hair in a cap is now pulled back tight
A perfect wo-mannequin! A canvas delight!

Foundation creation has all been fun
But for this dress-up doll, it's only begun!
He restrains her friend gently in the cleft of her rear
Stretch Lycra nets make it all disappear

Nude sheer-to-waist pantyhose create the effect
Of legs which other means cannot perfect
In order to avoid an unpleasant gaffe
A thong secures her better half

Supple silicone supports subtle sacs
Providing this girl the substance she lacks
A dab here and there to blur the lines
Between real and unreal, where logic resigns

Into black bodybriefer she daintily slips
Her hands gently securing it over her hips
While she can still bend, backseam stockings are drawn
Up to where they'll be fastened when garters are on

On corset! Tight-lacing - a delicate task
Such spellbinding pleasure in which to bask
Exhaling completely, she collapses the laces
A sweet tear of joy for each inch it erases

Once all the foundations are placed and set
Hands roam o'er the landscape of this pretty pet
Alas, are they hers, or of those whom she's been?
Or does it really matter what state her head's in?

Bedecked in fine lingerie, and feeling fine, too
For this girl there's still much more to do
Tucking and smoothing and straightening her seams
She twirls with a wink toward her wardrobe of dreams

She pulls open the doors with anticipation
Of what lay inside, perhaps some new creation?
Or a classic revisited, all joys to behold
Sharing all her best secrets, until now untold

Wide-eyed, she scans a surfeit of styles
From working-class cottons to exotic textiles
Garments fit for a queen or the lowliest whore
Tonight, she'll be both - oh yes - and much more!

She closes her eyes and strokes each one
Letting touch alone guide her to what she will don
Her hand comes to rest on red sequined gown
Why not? This girl is going to town!

Stepping into the ensemble, arms dip into sleeves
Then over her shoulders, a drawstring retrieves
The hard-to-reach zipper to draw and deck
This lovely encasement at the nape of her neck

A fetish like this would be incomplete
If our sweet ingénue had no shoes on her feet
Stilettos, red satin; with six-inch spiked heels
With criss-crossing straps - how right it all feels!

On the shelf of the closet, such luxurious fare
An assorted selection of beautiful hair!
Wigs of all colors, lengths and styles
Truly a womanly collection of wiles

He selects which wig will best match her gown
It's enormously wavy, long and brown
He brushes and styles it and sprays it to set
And it's not even on her head just yet!

He places her crown with the utmost care
And gently pins down her new head of hair
It screams, "fully ferocious femme fatale!"
A glorious topping of sweet caramel

When it comes to jewelry, she'll earn every gift
Though she'll love all the 'work' on her little night shift
Hoop earrings, necklaces, bracelets and rings
Are merely a few of her favorite things

Le piéce de resistance, saved best for last
A garnish of fruit on succulent repast
A torturous wait for her session's closure
Without which, surely would be indecent exposure!

He borders each lip with a black cherry bow
And blends in with stick to a deep merlot
Glistening gloss has never yet bled
These lips, for the asking, give such great red!

Our maiden is finished from head to toe
But just what she looks like, she doesn't yet know!
Her image directed through professional eyes
With nary a mirror to spoil her surprise

Our girl has been spoiled by Hollywood's best
He's the 'he' in the story as you may have guessed
The other so deftly crafting this doll
Videotaped for the audience to enjoy it all

A request is granted to our adorable miss:
A few drags of high-grade cannabis
She lights up the pipe, and holds every toke
Relishing deeply the sweet-tasting smoke

The weed creeps into her, slow and sure
This moment, electric, erotic, and pure
Her thoughts quickly racing, reason fleeing
Exquisite sensations deluge her being

She's led to a room full of mirrors, unlit
And stands in the middle to catch every bit
Of such raving beauty, she'll hardly believe
Beyond what her waking mind could conceive

Lights on! She gasps as she sees her new friend
A gorgeous angel - no longer pretend!
She turns and sashays, her mind in a storm
Eyes glued to the reflection of her glorious form

Delirious, she just stands and admires
She's become the object of her wildest desires
She gazes in wonder as she slowly rotates
But it's all just too much; she ejaculates!

As warm jets of sperm soak the crack of her ass
Moans of sheer ecstasy escape from this lass
Loins surging, eyes watering, her body ablaze
Frozen in form by warm tingly waves

Drawn out in time by perception tainted
Seconds feel like minutes, 'til she's almost fainted
Her stylist catches her with a hand to lend
To help pick up his new girly friend

Sissy's quickly unzipped from her long red dress
She needs cleaning up from her passionate mess
A fresh Lycra hammock holds her gifts up tight
A new outfit precedes the next part of her night

A look that says sexy; sexy with class
But screams, "Hey you - check out this ass!"
Red silk jacquard blouse, tight black leather skirt,
Black fishnets, pumps and gloves, what a flirt!

Deciding a change of hair certainly would
More closely express her present mood
She opts for long, and curly, and blonde
Presto! It's changed - no need for a wand!

She's shocked to discover she 's quite well adjusted
Though she's shot her first load, she's thus far not disgusted!
She now loves getting dressed in fine women's clothing
All of the fun without the self-loathing!

The makeup is fun - the wardrobe is too
Merely means to an end for a fantasy come true!
Sissy's secret's not just that she's dressed in a frock
But her deep-seated craving to suck her first cock!

Her stylist, a tall gentleman, modestly dressed
Upon crafting this girl, says "She passes the test...!"
Groggy maiden replies, "Oh, my - is that so?
Perhaps you'd like more than just the show!"

As the clock strikes midnight, she drops to her knees
And says, "All you have to do is say please!"
A slave to her passion, now a woman indeed
Who dares deny such a woman in need?

Before he's had the chance to make sense
Of her generous offer, he quickly consents
Sweet little sissy unbuttons his fly
And reaches inside with a labored sigh

She moistens her lips and closes her eyes
And slowly moves in to claim her prize!
Deliberate suspension of approaching completion
Results in profuse saliva secretion

Momentarily delaying her career debut
Sweet longing's end hailed with joyful adieu
Many years since this fire's first spark have passed
It's all coming true, and she wants it to last

She finally makes contact skin-on-skin
From that moment, there's no going back again!
It all happened so quickly with a tongue's gentle rub
She's a card-carrying member of the cocksucker club!

Her status no longer a point of contention
She freely abandons all false apprehension
And accepts her new title with girlish pride
And lips unabashedly open wide

The object of her newfound infatuation
Swells with her gracious adulation
Tongue circling, lips kissing, all in gradation
Languidly persistent undulation

His member, enveloped by mouth wet and warm
All too aware of how well she'll perform
His well-defined ass, locked in leather-gloved grasp
With each stroke, he utters an audible gasp

Any regret that might cross his mind
Has vanished now that the two are entwined!
The skills and abilities she aspires to possess
Go far beyond makeup and fancy dress

The knowledge that he is deriving bliss
In his pleasured condition through contented service
Lets her wallow in womanhood, savoring the scene
Of lady and whore, of cocksucking drag queen!

This is the fantasy she is now living
Her happiness not in receiving, but giving!
She knows well how it feels to be in his place
But prefers to have him stuff stiff staff in her face!

To primal rhythm, both lost in the dance
Each enjoying the other in hypnotic trance
Locked in mutual agreement of decadent content
No race to conclusion, or imminent event

With each stroke, she demonstrates practiced improvement
Of speed, depth, suction, lubrication and movement
Vividly envisaged, it should come as no shock
Her intuition, quite accurate - she loves sucking cock!

He's getting quite frenzied, our curious guest
She's a fan of fellatio, and he's getting her best
Testicular stricture and prostate massage
His teeth gritting hard to delay the barrage

Deliriously delightful, sensationally sublime
He'd never have guessed this was her first time!
How quickly she learns, what motivation!
Such singular focus and dedication!

Her throat unaccustomed to such deep penetration
Results in abnormally strained dilation
Incessantly gorging on huge thrusting shaft
A small price to pay for perfecting her craft

She suspends all her senses and submits to his will
Her mission; orgasm through enhancement of skill
Now deriving all pleasure from quickening conclusion
And not merely that which allowed its profusion

An insistent progression of oral techniques
Elicits bittersweet tears that roll down her cheeks
She withdraws, exhales, and swallows again
To his hard-earned hilt, and what happens then?

His head snaps back in acquiescence
Their shared endeavor for coalescence
The first torrents of passion gush into her throat
And cling to the sides in a warm, sticky coat

He persistently plunges her ravenous chasm
Prostate pumping hot rivulets in rhythmic spasm
To her stomach unsavored, shot well beyond
The tastebuds of our lusty gourmand

Just then, thrilling orgasm again racks her frame
She shudders and twitches and forgets her own name
Delectably wicked dream, now realization
Raison d'être for her second ejaculation!

Inside he remains until finally flaccid
And then slowly withdraws as she remains placid
But then, a cough loosens a silky chunk
And she relishes his regurgitated spunk

His piquant souvenir still warm on her tongue
Evidently, she inhaled some come in her lung
Leaving her breath unusually perfumed
The remainder of which, now long since consumed

This maiden voyage of her oral trade route
Successfully charted by will resolute
To a decadent lifestyle she now holds dear
A breathtaking, lip smacking, mouth-watering career!

One performed, one received, to each is due
An evening of absolute bliss shared by two
A mission cum-pleted, a satisfied male,
A lady well versed by depraved fairy tale

The taste of suck-cess, still fresh on her breath,
She shares with her stylist friend, who, thrilled to death
Has captured the evening's events for posterity
With well-hidden camcorder - what utter temerity!

The evening's events all caught on tape
Would be grounds for justifiable rape!
She was hotter than hell, and high as a kite
And ready to go for one hell of a night

A joy to behold, this act of passion
Of fetish, fantasy, and fashion
All come to pass, an outcome transpired
A vision to action, a destiny desired

There's a high price to pay and hard lesson to learn
Upon passing this point of no return
Unsatisfied yearning, such tormented affliction
Once satisfied, can become quite an addiction

Sweet sissy is now a junkie for seed
Strung out on semen and aching with need
Forbidden fruit tasted, now she must pay
By stalking cock to suck day after day

Not content to be locked into only one gender
Her existence fulfilled by frequent surrender
To the furtive fold of feminine fragility
Answering the call with proficient facility

So-
If your dreams are of dressing in fashions fair
And devouring dicks with fecund flair
Seize this day so precious and rare
Live as you wish, but love as you dare!