After I'd exposed myself to Joan she ramped it up. She wanted easier ways to keep in contact and we started WhatsApping and FB messaging throughout the days. She told me to start wearing panties under my clothes at all times. I didn't need to wear hose or chemise, but she told me I needed to be constantly reminded of my sissy. She told me to go buy enough pairs of panties to ensure I had a clean pair for every day of the month. I didn't tell her I'd already had enough panties, because it gave me an excuse to buy more. I wasn't wearing panties under my man clothes on work days, I'd reserved that for weekends, but because she asked me, I followed her instructions. It was tough at first. Every time I'd go to the bathroom or had a quite moment alone, I'd realize I was wearing panties and I'd have to focus on something to get back on track.
She wanted to know how my crossdressing began, how it advanced, and what I still wanted to accomplish.
I remember so vividly how she started to take control of me. Remember, I still didn't know she'd read all my stories on Literotica. I'd told her a lot about my sissy, but I painted a picture of a man who fetishisized women's lingerie and had some shared experiences with two women with whom I'd had serious relationships, but that those experiences were limited. I'd told her I'd had some closet homosexual sex with men, with me performing oral sex exclusively. And I'd told her that I shave my legs, crotch, and ass, and that I've experimented with makeup and nails. I'd also shared some pics with her wherein I was dressed up as my sissy.
She didn't know that I'd begun a kind of relationship with my sissy. That my sissy had become my metaphorical lover. That I'd begun enjoying my time with her more than I enjoyed being with real people. I didn't tell her about my profile I'd created and built up over the years with clips and pics of my sissy. But, because she'd read my stories on Literotica, she knew, at the very least, that I'd fantasized about all of the above.
Soon after I'd sent her responses to all of her questions she sent me a WhatsApp message: Sissy, after work on Friday, go to your favorite department store and buy a new sexy linerie outfit. Go home and bathe, shave, have a drink or two, smoke a joint, and then go to your favorite hangout. When you're there, send me a message and wait for my instructions.
That was the first time she called me sissy. I will never forget that. I was falling for her hook line and sinker.
I went to Karstadt near my flat, a risky move because I had friends in the neighborhood who I could run into, but I threw caution to the wind. I walked into the store and browsed the panties and bra section. I couldn't decide and moved to the hosiery. I found a pair of Wolford wide-net fishnet stockings. The kind I'd only ever seen in porn magazines. They were over a hundred Euro but I didn't bat an eye about putting them in my basket. Then I found a nylon/polyester blended, tight-fitting black with purple lace trim chemse that was form fitting and came down just below the bottom curve of my round ass. Having the wide-net hose and black tight-fitting chemise, limited my options for the panties that would coordinate the outfit. I returned to the panties and found a microfibre polyester/nylon purple thong. It was perfect.
I made my purchase in the lingerie department before going and picking up a nice candy-apple red nail polish in the makeup department. Then I stopped by a drug store that was located in the same mall as the Karstadt and picked up depilatory cream (3 tubes), and a bottle of baby powder. I always used baby powder after performing my ablutions. I picked up some scented candles and some bath oils.
I rushed home. My flat was literally down the street and I almost broke into a sprint to get home. I poured a whiskey/ginger ale, lit candles, and spread out my purchases on my bed. I took a picture and sent it via WhatsApp to Joan.
Joan: Very nice. Document your evening for me sissy. I want pics of every stage of your process. I might be able to help you.
In the bathroom I began my ablutions. I opened two tubes of depilatory, I'm very tall and from practice I knew that a good thick layer of cream works much more effectively than just a thin coat. I smeared white cream all over my legs, tops of my feet, and over my curvy ass and in every nook and cranny of my crotch, balls and base. Standing in front of my full-length mirror, [snap] and [send].
Then I smoked a cigarette and sipped my whiskey/ginger ale. I'd learned through trial and error, if I smoked a liesurely cigarette, by the time I'd finished, it would give the cream the time it needed to activate and work its magic.
I stood in the middle of my claw-foot bath tub and used the plastic paddle to scrape away wide swaths of hair, working from my feet, up my calves, thighs and finishing in my ass. The curves and crevasses of my crotch always proved challenging but I'd learned how to contort and twist my parts to reach every hair. Then in ceremonial fashion, used my extendable showerhead to wash away my disgusting man down the drain watching as the last of my male swirled down the drain. [snap] and [send]. The first pic of me standing totally nude with my sissy clit standing straight out from my sissy smooth body.
Evening was setting in Berlin. I lit candles around my flat, walking from room to room nude, my clit bouncing and flopping around I'd catch glimpses of myself in any reflective surface. I left all my curtains open, but being on the third floor, only those windows facing my flat would be able to see. I started my bath, poured in some oils and bath beads, and poured a drink and smoked a cigarette and waited for my bath to fill.
