Becoming missy - Chapter 9

I knew I needed to be dolled up and ready to conquer the world, one man at a time. Yes, maybe I was this bimbo slut, but I was about to own my new identity. I deserved it, I mean, I had gone through a major transformation from being a man, to this smoking hot blonde bombshell, and like, I had no idea why or how, but it didn't matter. I had embraced it, and that was all that truly mattered.

As I walked to my dressing table, I noticed the state of my bedroom, like, again. I mean, it was so seductive and so very raw, it made my like, naked body shiver with anticipation. My wardrobe stood like a treasure chest of naughty delights just waiting to be explored. The vibrancy of all the red, pink and black of the lace lingerie along with the like, satin fabric screaming for me to touch it.

In the corner of my room, I saw the most delectable heels, the tallest pair I had ever laid my jealous eyes on, seemingly like, high enough to like, make me swoon on its own. I sighed, thinking about how slutty and mindless I could become in such high heels, but it is not like I had a say in this sudden transformation, right? I giggled a bit nervously, feeling that the universe had its way of like, using me as a chew toy, but alas I played along unquestioningly.