Steffie was more comfortable entering the laundromat this week to wash her "unmentionables." True, Tyler had given her a sore throat last week and was going to make sitting down a new experience for her this week, but she was looking forward to it. Tonight she would pass the final hurdle to womanhood and become a complete sissy.
She wasn't thinking of herself as Peter tonight at all. She'd even gone to the trouble of buying women's jeans to wear tonight along with a loose fleece pullover she'd also bought in the misses' department. Only a truly trained eye would notice the subtle differences between the reversed fly of the jeans and the neck-hole buttons of the pullover.
Tonight she carried a small backpack that contained her makeup bag and a wig. Also inside was a pair of heels that, although Ty hadn't requested, she was almost sure he would be glad to see her in. Tucked in the bottom was another item Ty hadn't requested: her breast forms. Like the heels, she was pretty sure he'd appreciate the effect they had on her figure.
She loaded her usual washer, this time without any surreptitious glances around. It was almost like she felt liberated simply by wearing women's clothes. She sat down, humming thoughtfully to herself, and glanced over at Tyler for the first time.
He was wearing his standard t-shirt from what she could see. As usual, he was reading some thick textbook-looking thing. She didn't know if he'd even seen her come in. No matter, she thought. Nothing's going to bother me tonight. Tonight is going to be just perfect.
She reached for a magazine, surprised when she got just two magazines deep into the stack before finding the dirty magazine Tyler had left for her. She felt her clittie jump in her panties as she read the title: Anal Sissies. This time the cover showed a sissified man in red lingerie.
His face was made up and a curly blond wig was askew on his head. Though bent over he was facing the reader. His lacy bra was open-tipped and nipple clamps protruded from the holes. They were connected by a chain that hung between them. His cock was hanging out of his matching crotchless panties, bound into some sort of chastity device. His legs were in black stockings, held up by a garter belt. His stiletto heels had ankle straps with little locks on them, and even bigger locks secured the spreader bar between his feet to his ankles. His hands were locked to the bar as well, leaving his unseen ass exposed.
Behind the sissy stood a handsome, well-hung stud. He was stroking his already erect cock, applying lube to it. A very lewd leer was captured on his face — he was clearly planning to enjoy what was coming next!
Steffie slipped the magazine inside another one before flipping through the pages. It was most certainly all on-topic. Page after page of pantied sissy asses were spanked, dildoed, fucked, covered with cum, or some combination of all those things. Some of the photo sets included some oral as well, but only where there were two cocks to fill both sissy holes at the same time.
Steffie especially loved one particular set where the sissy was all dressed in frilly pink satin with white lace trim. It was an amateur set and the man fucking her wasn't the most well-endowed. The expression on her face as he violated her ass made Steffie think that this was the first time she had been penetrated. Her thong was barely pulled to one side and you could see where the goo from her ass, the lube, and his cock had smeared between her cheeks, obscenely staining the pink satin.
For some reason, this set really touched Steffie. Maybe it was because it was an amateur set, maybe because it was apparent that this was the sissy's first real cock. As Stephanie pondered this she emptied her washer. She placed the magazine in her basket along with her backpack and wheeled the laundromat cart over to the dryers. She was extremely conscious of how hard her clittie was as she crossed the room. She wondered if anyone noticed.
She loaded the dryer, flipped some quarters into the slot, and started the dryer, eager to sit down and return to the magazine. She perused her favorite set one more time before finishing it. She glanced over at Tyler who was looking as nonchalant as ever.
Steffie returned to the magazine, starting over again from the front cover. Again, she casually flipped through the pages but gravitated once more to the amateur set. She almost started to rub her stiff clittie through her jeans when her dryer's buzzer startled her. Surprised at her sense of calm, she emptied her dryer and began folding and sorting her lingerie. She paused momentarily as she fingered the mauve satin of the panties she'd been wearing the night Tyler "introduced" himself.
Soon she found herself pausing once more as she folded the bra, panties, and garter belt she'd been wearing just seven days ago when Tyler's cock took her mouth-cherry. She was pleased to see that the cum stains from her post-laundromat session had come out. She had soaked those panties with no less than four loads of her own hot goo.
As she neared the end of her task, she looked around to make sure that she and Ty had the place to themselves. She slipped the magazine from the one she'd hidden it in and placed it in the bottom of her basket. The cover-sissy in red lingerie slowly disappeared beneath her sorted piles of satin and lace. She placed her laundry things on top of the piles as she'd done a hundred times before.
Stephanie looked around once more, then grabbed her backpack and headed for the men's room. She must be ready, she thought, to be this calm in the face of what she knew was to come. She knew that if Peter were here he'd be scared shitless. Steffie, on the other hand, really wanted this.
This time as Steffie stripped out of her clothes she took care to fold them neatly and place them in the corner. She stepped out of her shoes and slid her pants down one leg at a time, slipping into her heels as she did so, making sure her stockinged feet never touched the floor. She filled her bra with her breast forms before setting herself to the task of making up her face. She had done it countless times before, and she made short work of it. Foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara, finishing powder, lip liner, and lipstick were all applied. She dipped one last time into the backpack and brought out her wig.
It was made by Revlon — Petite Persuasion it was called. She had chosen the dishwater blond color they called "vanilla swirl." The chin-length bob accented her face, especially her lips. She stood back a bit to check herself in the mirror.
Her lingerie was purple satin with a dotted mesh overlay. The bra, filled out nicely with her forms, had seamed cups all outlined in ruffled black lace and accented with black velvet bows at their center as well as between them. Her garter belt was less ornate, but the bottom was trimmed with the same ruffled lace and the front seams and garter tops had the same velvet bows. Her matching thong panties had string sides, trimmed at the corners with more velvet bows.
Her legs were covered in black French-heeled stockings with back seams. Her feet were in black patent five-inch spike heels with ankle straps. She turned and checked her rear profile as well. She was as ready as a girl could be.
She wasn't sure how long it had taken her to get ready, nor did she know how Tyler seemed to always know when she was ready. Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she moved nearer the sink and knelt on the floor. She was almost certain this was the position he expected to find her in.
Like clockwork, she wasn't on her knees very long before she heard the creak of the door as he opened it. She wasn't surprised to see that he wore his customary loose athletic shorts. She half-wondered if his whole wardrobe consisted of nothing but t-shirts and cotton shorts. He whistled appreciatively.
"You look good, Stephanie," he said. "The tits and heels are a nice touch." He stopped about a yard away and waited expectantly with hands on hips. Wordlessly, Steffie crawled on her knees to him until she was once more face to face with his half-hard cock.
She reached up and lowered his shorts, letting his cock bob free. Even though this was only her second time kneeling before his cock, it somehow felt like she'd done this a hundred times before.
"That's a good girl," he said. Steffie opened her mouth and took his cock inside, sucking on its length. It was only semi-hard and still fit comfortably in her mouth. "Mmm. Yeah. That's right, just like that. You're such a pretty cock sucker."
She continued sucking his cock until it became hard enough to suck it properly. Soon her head was bobbing up and down with his hands resting lightly on top. Then he started ramming his cock to the back of her throat and pulling on her head at the same time. Steffie quickly stopped sucking and just opened wide, letting him fuck her mouth.
Growling moans issued from Steffie’s mouth each time he hit the back.
"Yeah, Steffie, that's it," he said. "Fuck my cock with your mouth. Mmm. I'm good and hard now. It's almost time; it's almost time for me to make a complete sissy out of you. Are you ready, Steffie? Are you ready to take my cock up your sissy ass?"
"Yes," Steffie said with a barely intelligible mumble. Tyler was still fucking her mouth.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'm ready," she said, her speech still garbled by a mouthful of thrusting cock.
"I can barely understand you, Stephanie," he said maliciously. "Say it louder. Tell me what you're ready for."