I have asked for your help here today. Under a pretense that I needed to take some photos. I needed you to be my model and dress for me while I take my pictures. You had no problem helping me. Any excuse to be near me of course. You were not expecting what I had in mind. A dressing room with all the clothing inside that I need for you to wear.

Looking around you see nothing but women’s clothing. Turning to me thinking I have led you to the wrong room. One look at my face and the smile on it though and you know there has been no mistake. You are exactly where I want you to be. You adore me and would never tell me no.

Under a pretense to model for me

I leave you to ready yourself and come out dressed in a stunning a-line dress with a white hem on it. Heart-shaped top with a flair. I expect you to walk out awkwardly, but you surprise me as you walk out with confidence. You pose for me as I take my pictures. It is a while before I notice your cock.

It is hard under the dress. You see me glance and now know that I have seen. You change for me into a nightgown of flowing bell sleeves with fur on the ends. Trailing behind you and tight in all the right places. I tell you to sit on the arm of a comfy armchair in the center of the room.

As you do your cock rubs and you hump the chair as I take the pictures. You ride the arm of that chair to the point of climax. I do wish I knew dressing you as a woman had such an effect on you. I would have done so long ago.

Under a pretense of the truth of what we would be doing