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Sissy Feminization - From Alpha Male to Feminized Sissy
(Scarlett Steele)

Sleep evades me. The call from the dresser is loud. Finally, I get up and trudge to the drawer. In the dark, I fish around in that top drawer and pull out a pair of fresh clean panties. Ah, yes! Nice and cool and silky. The jockeys are off and pitched into the hamper. I slide my feet inside the panties again. The material is nice and cool. I squirm as I crawl back in bed. I'm a flitting Tinkerbell. I need a life. I roll over with a smile on my face and fall asleep in the panties. 



The shutters didn't hold back the brisk sunlight that pours through the windows. I squint in that direction and stretch. My cock is wood. My hand automatically goes there. Ah yes, the silk panties. No wonder. I relax back and before I piss, I rub one out in the panties. It feels so good with my hand gliding on the outside of the underwear. Oops, another pair of Priscilla undies hit the hamper. I make a mental note to do laundry later. 



I rifle through my suitcase for more shorts and a tee shirt. I grab a pair of white jockeys, but my eyes betray me and look at the dresser. I mean, Priscilla has so many pairs, she'd never miss them. Besides, I'll have them washed before she returns. I choose a black pair because black just seems more masculine. I feel so dirty and naughty as I pull my shorts on over the silk lady's panties. As I walk out the door, my cock swells, just from being bound within the super soft material.



"Are we ready for the day?" I ask as I pluck up a donut from the box. Jeff had gone out earlier and brought in breakfast.



"That we are. Let's go, Pierre is waiting at the docks," Jenny says. She's wearing a pair of white shorts and a blouse, cut low. The hat frames her beautiful face and the sunglasses hide her blue eyes. I watch her ass as I follow her out the door.



The yacht sailed along, the current dragging us farther out to sea. The captain and two crew members quickly give us an impromptu lesson on deep sea fishing. We gather around the large poles and dip our lines in the water. Immediately, Jeff catches a red snapper right away. We whoop and congratulate him for catching dinner. Jenny isn't with us, she's disappeared to the back of the yacht. Jessie hollers. With help from the captain and one of the crew members, he brings in a marlin.