A Shemale Vacation Part 3

To be honest, I felt a little annoyed and betrayed at this going on behind my back, at the sense that my friends thought that this would not be the end of my time as Tamsyn. After all, I had only done it the first time for them. However, I had already admitted that I had enjoyed the experience, and the sight of all those sexy clothes brought a lot of those feelings back. I would be lying if I said I was totally reluctant to agree to dressing and acting like Tamsyn the whore again.

So, it was with mixed feelings that I went through the clothing in the bag to find an outfit that I liked, while Josh turned to the guards interrogating us and told them that I had agreed to their request. I found something that I liked in a little red dress a black satin panties.

I couldn't leave the room to change so I just had to take the bag into the corner and strip naked, leaving my male clothes in a pile. I felt embarrassed and self conscious showing my thin naked body and small cock before my friends and the three tough guards. Even more embarrassing was watching them watch as I slid the sexy satin panties up my legs and noticing their reaction as they saw the feel of the smooth material made my cock quiver with excitement.

Fortunately, my body tends to be pretty hairless and had remained smooth since I shaved it prior to my first experience as a cross dressed hooker. Still, I decided to make my legs even smoother and sexier with some black sheer stockings. As I rolled them up my legs I was conscious of the leers of the guards and the inquisitive glances of my friends but I was also starting to enjoy the feel of turning back into Tamsyn.

The dress was a halter neck and I decided to do without a bra. I slipped it over my head and attached the strap behind my neck. It clung tightly to my chest and waist but the skirt fluttered lightly and sensually around my thighs. It was very short and just brushed the lacy tops of my stockings. Unlike the brothel, which had been full of mirrors, here I just had to guess how I looked, but the appreciative noises made by the French interrogators made me start to feel pretty good.