Yes, precious…
…you open the door and let the pizza delivery man in.
I mean, why go to all the trouble of painting your face with makeup, then dressing up in your sheer white pantyhose, your pretty little frilly sissy socks, your high heels, pink panties, long white satin gloves, and that ridiculous little sissy dress if no one sees you in it, right?
Of course, it makes you feel all excited – the soft friction of sheer pantyhose on your legs! The tight embrace of your bra, the girlie mince forced by your high heels.
It’s not just the physical sensations- it’s the incredible girlie emotions and thoughts that overwhelm you.
But you desperately want him to see you.
You know you do.
You didn’t really need to order a pizza.
Will he laugh at you?
Will he smirk sarcastically?
Will he say something derisive or contemptuous?
Whatever the case, you know you’re going to drown in shame and humiliation as you give him the money and take the pizza from him.
But you know you’re going to be drooling sissy juices through your little chastity cage, into your pretty panties, because it excites you to have someone else see what a pathetic limp-wristed little pansy you are, in your pantyhose and ridiculously effeminate sissy clothes.
Ever since you started dressing up in women’s hosiery and girlie clothes you felt the most intense arousal at the girlie feelings and sensations that overcome you, but you’ve also been overcome by feelings of shame because boys don’t dress up in girlie things.
You’ve imagined what people would say if they saw you dressed up like that. You’ve fantasized about their reactions – contempt, ridicule, derision. Would they laugh? Would they call you a faggot?
Over time, the shame has aroused and excited you as well.
However he reacts, your going to be left red-faced and wallowing in humiliation, sissy.
Now open the door and let him in!
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