March 1 2022

 From SaraSissyGirl Blog

 

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Reunion

She texted me at five.

 

"I'm getting gas, I'll be home in an hour. :)"

 

"I miss you," I wrote back.

 

"Me, too. I want Sara when I get home."

 

"Of course, what else?"

 

"I mean it, I NEED her. Wait for me in bed?"

 

I felt my knees weaken. "Yes," I texted back, hands shaking just a little.

 

"Wear the pink babydoll I like."

 

I knew the one, this one.

 

 

It pairs perfectly with white, lace top thigh high stockings.

 

I showered, carefully; I smelled feminine, felt feminine.

 

I dressed for her, silicone breast forms, the satin babydoll, the matching wrap, panties, carefully adjusted to cover the hardness between my legs. Not an erection, of course, the cage, the plastic cage imprisoning me.

 

White stockings pulled tenderly up my legs.

 

Soft makeup, lip gloss, earrings.

 

She wanted Sara, she'd get Sara. She'd get soft, tender, feminine. She'd get me, the real me.

 

Whatever my genetics, the real me, Sara.

 

It was warm out; the air conditioner was on, cooling the house.

 

Light out, chiffon curtains lent a dreamy air to her room.

 

I sprayed perfume on my neck, behind my legs, my wrists, sat on the bed, shifting, waiting, trying to be as comfortable as I could.

 

I heard the garage door, felt my heart quicken.

 

"Sara," I heard her voice call out.

 

"In...I'm down here," I called up the stair

 

I heard her more clearly now, heels clicking on the hard floor, approaching the stairs that led down to her bedroom, her body casting a shadow as she started down.

 

...to be continued...because I can't write this all at once.