Becoming missy - Chapter 11

I felt this TOTES nerdy desire to just jump someone's bones right away, but I kept telling myself, like, Missy, babe, chill. Let's like, be cool and go find some stud while you have fun! I giggled and pulled down the sluttiest and like, most revealing outfit I had in my closet. My outfit was like, a hot pink, teeny tiny crop top and a short, matching miniskirt with no panties to show off my like, bald and juicy cunt to everyone.

I adjusted my new cleavage, preening and loving the feel of my humongous and bouncy beach-ball sized breasts that just like, begged to be touched and played with. I looked into the mirror and wiggled my ass, admiring how sinfully good and plump it looked in that tiny, skimpy skirt. That's when I noticed my reflection as I giggled and spoke to myself.

"Missy, babe, you look like a total bimbo slut! And I mean that in the best possible way." I was surprised to hear my own voice; it was softer, more feminine, with a hint of playful innocence that I absolutely adored.