“Crossdressing? No way!”
You said “there’s absolutely NO way I’m doing that” when I first told you about my fetish for forcing full-grown, masculine men into crossdressing. I begged, I pleaded, I showed off my strap-on, I threatened to fuck every single one of your friends (and then your dad), but you wouldn’t budge.
That’s why I had to take drastic measures. It’s not like you were gonna just do a 180 on your own and become a crossdressing queen, after all. You’re so stubborn sometimes. Fortunately, you have me – the inimitable Mistress Noelle, your tattooed, bitchy, too-cool-for-you girlfriend!
You sounded really surprised when I invited you over for a home-cooked meal last night. The last time you asked me to cook something for you, I told you I wasn’t your maid, and I didn’t fuck you for at least 2 weeks. Of course, you’ve never turned down a home-cooked meal in your life, so you eagerly agree.
You were even MORE surprised when you showed up and I answered the door in nothing but stockings, stilettos and an apron. I would giggle playfully and dance away whenever you tried to reach out and touch me; the only part of me I’d let you touch was my silk-stocking covered legs.
You didn’t even notice…
I surprised you so much with the sudden display of charming, feminine affection that you didn’t even notice…your beer tasted a little bit off, and dinner, while delicious, kind of tasted like…medicine?
As I watched you slip away into a dreamless slumber, I felt myself get wetter and wetter. Typical man! If you were thinking with your brain instead of your dick, you would have seen this coming a mile away, and now you’re in my trap.
You wake up in a dark room, with your hands tied above your head. You feel dizzy, and somehow…stupider? It feels funny. When your eyes adjust, you see me, seated before you, watching you intently, waiting for you to notice my handiwork.
“What the fuck am I wearing?!”
You look down at yourself – what the fuck?! I got rid of your jeans and button-down flannel, and I replaced with a lacy pink tank top, pink frilly panties, and pink silk stockings. You’ve seen me wear this set before. You even told me it was your favorite because it was the girliest set I owned.
You feel a slight chill on your face – your beard is gone, too! And what the hell is on your eyes? You’re wearing fake eyelashes! Your lips taste sweet, too – I’ve coated them in gloss.
Then, you realize your dick feels weird. You look down, and then back up at me, horrified when you realize what’s changed…I put a cock cage on you. “Sissies don’t need hard cocks.” I explain patiently. “Silly sissy.” I rise, towering over you, and your jaw drops as I unzip my pants and a huge strap-on springs up, smacking against my belly before bouncing to eye level. You realize too late that your mouth is open, you’re licking your lips, and you’re almost drooling for it.
“Noelle, what are you doing?” You whimper as I grab you by the wig that I put on you while you were unconscious.
Your big doe eyes look so precious as I prod your lips with my plastic cock. You try to pull away, but my grip is firm, and you aren’t going anywhere.”
“I told you my fetish was forced crossdressing, sissy!”
xoxo,
Noelle
844-332-2639 ext. 379
https://phonesexwhimpers.com/noelle/