Now that I am dressed like a woman, I want to inspect myself in the mirror. Is this the new me?

You hold your black clutch purse and look at yourself in the mirror.

You are so beautiful!

Your body is clean and hairless. Your makeup is has feminized your face. Your breasts are large and luscious with ample cleavage (you can't see the line between your skin and the breast forms at all - it's some kind of magic). Your waist appears to be narrow and your hips and bottom are curvy and ample.

You are busty and voluptuous.

But also shy and cute. You look at the mirror through your long, wavy tresses, and see the earrings and pendant necklace. Unconsciously, you tuck a hair behind your ear, such a feminine gesture!

You see her in the mirror, and she definitely looks high-status.

If she were in a board room, men would respect her. They would know that she comes from high-class society. They would pay attention to her. They would understand that she controls wealth.

But you look again. The woman in the mirror is also a delicate, feminine, and approachable creature. And you know exactly what men would want to do with her.

They would ask this woman for a date. They would obsess over her. They would masturbate to visions of her and her body. They would take her home to Mom. They would take her to bed to fuck - over and over - in all different positions, in every room in the house. They would have her kneel before them to suck their cocks. They would want to shoot their cum directly into her face.

And then it strikes you... with such **** that it feels like a blow to your body.

You are this woman.