Mistress Jasmine’s Alluring Pantyhose and Heels Phonesex

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

I so adore seeing you doing exactly as I demand! I love dressing you up in so much more than just a pair of panties. You NEED the ultimate in forced feminization phone sex.

Let us get your legs waxed! Feel how delightfully smooth they are now without all that nasty man hair on them! You are so turned on right just thinking about it, aren’t you? Now let us get that lacy push up bra and these satin panties and oh darling–just slip on these soft silky pantyhose and high heels. And now we must go on a fun girlie shopping spree and I will help you pick out the prettiest, most stylish outfits. The sales girls may laugh at you but what do I care? In fact, I find your humiliation gives me a little added thrill. Do not fight me. You cannot win, you know. I am a very knowing woman and I use my considerable feminine wiles so that I always get what I want. I am told by my exasperated but addicted lovers that this is part of my charm. 😉

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Sissy Sex Doll Phonesex With Sinful Serinda

Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394

My sissy came over today to play with her Miss. When she came to the door she didn’t look like her sissy self and it was up to me to dress her and make her into my beautiful sex doll fuck toy.

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Serinda and Her Sissy’s Big Night Out Phonesex

Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394

So I have a new pretty sissy girl that I took clubbing over the weekend. She had so much fun turning on all the boys that were so hot for her tight little ass. I had her looking like my cute little personal whore, all glammed up, short skirt, high heels that I’d trained her to walk in. It was now time to see what she could do.

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Shy Sissy Needs A Transformation Phone Sex

*LUCY*  844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Hey there gorgeous. Yes, I’m talking to you. I know you want to be a sissy phone sex girl and I know that you have been scared to make the commitment to do so. 

Listen, I get it. It’s scary. Waxing your legs, getting your brows done, growing out your hair and then coloring it – those are all huge commitments. But you don’t have to start out with commitments like that. You can start out by doing smaller things like wearing panties under your work clothes or painting your toenails. Those things will get you started down the road to feeling feminine if you’re not ready to let the entire world know that you dream of becoming a sissy slut.

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick-The Final Chapter

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

He was silent as the women stood about him laughing and talking, making plans for the future of the person named Tara Stanwick. That person was him. He knew this on some level but again it was all a blur of sight and sound, as though his life was a movie on television and the reception kept going in and out.

“We are all nervous when we have new girls in the office,” Grace was saying. “You never know how they will fit in and measure up but Tara has developed and blossomed in so many more ways than we could ever have hoped.”

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex-Part 5

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

It was the day before the end of summer vacation and Todd Stanwick was elated. His summer job would end tomorrow and along with it the mad charade that he had maintained for the last two and a half months–the charade that he was a girl named Tara. He could barely contain himself when he thought of tomorrow and how he would then be able to leave the office, go home and finally and forever wash off the makeup, remove the pantyhose and heels and dispose forever of all the feminine accoutrements that had been part of his disguise and return to some semblance of normalcy, to try to recover from the humiliating mindfuck of this summer, to attempt to mend his masculinity which, after his mother’s efforts to feminize him, had been left in shreds.

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick-Part 4

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“I just love the way you do your makeup, Tara. And your lipstick!” said the girl at the delicatessen where Todd Stanwick had been dispatched yet again to get the office lunch orders. “What colour and brand is it?” He wasn’t sure whether that was mockery in her eyes or not. Did she recognize him from school and know that he was not a girl but a boy dressed as one? He couldn’t tell but he was desperate that she not discover his secret. He had often admired her from afar, riding on her bicycle, her blonde hair shining, whipping behind her in the wind, her high cheekbones magnets for the sun. He had had a crush on her in what seemed like a previous lifetime, before his mother had started this mad game which was forcing him to play. The Tara Stanwick game, where he was forced to feminize, forced to pretend he was a girl.

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex Part 3

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Todd could hardly believe that he was standing in his father’s office, made up to perfection, with acrylic nails glued to his fingertips, flowing long hair extensions glued to his scalp and a padded bra and matching lace panties beneath a short skirt and a blouse which was unbuttoned just a hint so that the bodice of that white lacy bra showed. And the pantyhose of course. And the high heels that his mother had insisted he wear. His mother, who was looking triumphantly at his father, whom he had not seen in months and saying, “You no longer have a son! Meet your daughter, darling. Meet–TARA! She is transgender!”

She spat the word out with contempt. Through the mad blur Todd was able to perceive the look of shock and horror on his father’s face as he looked at him. “That,” said his mother, waving her elegant, perfectly French manicured hand toward Todd, “is what comes of you having the temerity to leave ME. ME of all women! And then you didn’t bother do be around for your son, did you? This is what comes from being absent from our lives. You have done this. Are you happy?”

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex-Part Two

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Todd Stanwick awoke and immediately regretted it. He had made plans to go out with his friends on a fishing trip that day so it was an unpleasant surprise when his beautiful mother shook him awake and with a cruel smile upon her crimson lips and said “Today is the day, Todd!” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes groggily. “What do you mean, Mom? Today is what day?” His mother narrowed her eyes as her smile, which did not reach those flint-like eyes  broadened.

“Why today Todd–today is the day you are going to realize–your– dream,” she spat the last word out contemptuously. “Today is the day you are going to find out what it feels like to become a woman!”

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

It began casually enough. Todd was sitting with his mother, yes, his beautiful mother….  Her features were patrician and perfect with just that touch of strangeness about the slant of her eyes that changes mere prettiness to beauty. Her hair was long and lush, her makeup exquisite. Even lounging on the divan, watching television with her son, she wore a designer dress that clung to her slim but luscious bodysoft, silky pantyhose and high heels. Beneath this, though Todd could not, of course see,  he knew from his furtive searches of her lingerie drawer, that she wore one of her many gorgeous matching bra and pantie sets. His mother always dressed to perfection, from the top of her head to the tips of her pedicured toes.

When the commercial for pantyhose came on the television, Todd didn’t realize the intensity of his gaze until he noticed his mother watching him with raised eyebrows and the vague disdain which was almost always part of her expression deepened into something very closely resembling contempt. “Son,” she said sternly, “why are you watching that commercial that way? It almost seems as though you want to wear pantyhose.”

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