My girlfriend has discovered my kink for dressing in her lingerie. She is angry so plans revenge. She doesn't tell me she has found my suit case of feminizing, sissy, things. Corsets, wigs, fake boobs, long three inch pink nails, sexy dresses, high heels. That night she first tricks me into trying on her lingerie, then gets angrier and aggressive as she dresses me gets me dressed as a convincing girl. I'm reluctant, shamed but I'm turned on.

Chapter 1: Introduction

The room glowed like a firefly, its light dancing on the walls in waves of warmth. Worn rugs were thrown across the wooden floors; their textures were worn and told stories of many feet that had tread upon them. The air was thick with anticipation, like the taste of honey on the tongue – sweet and intoxicating. The flickering flame of a single candle cast shadows that danced and played across the walls, like children at play.

Justin sat on the edge of the bed, his breath held in a silent prayer. Each inhale was shaky, as if he feared that his lungs might betray him.

The scent of her filled the air, a heady mixture of musk and spice that made his heart pound in his chest. Her eyes were like pools of ink, bottomless and inviting, drawing him in with every breath.

Jade giggled softly, her laughter like a melody that echoed through the room. She held up the lip pumping gloss, winking at him mischievously. "Just a little," she teased, "it's just a bit of fun, it won't last long."

Justin felt his cheeks flush, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat rising up from his core, spreading through his body like a wave of desire. He knew he should resist, but he couldn't help but be drawn to her.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his cheek. He could feel her breath on his skin, warm and sweet.

Just a little, she said, just a bit of fun. But he knew that this was more than just fun. This was passion, desire, lust. He wanted her, oh so badly.

As he sat there, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't help but think about what it would be like to kiss her. To feel her soft lips pressed against his own, to taste her sweet, warm breath. He wanted to feel her body pressed against his, to feel her skin against his, to feel her warmth.

He could feel her lips moving closer to his, could feel her breath on his skin. He knew that this was going to happen, that he was going to kiss her. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was going to be the best kiss of his life.

He closed his eyes, savoring the moment before it happened.