Put a bra on to hold them in place.

What they hell. If I’m going to put the fake boobs on why not a bra to hold them.

I grab the black pair. Pull the dress off and luckily the bras are the kind that snap in the front. I put the bra on and put the thin straps over my shoulder. Istuff the boobs in and adjust them so it looks like actual tits oriented with the thicker side down and the thinner side up so they hang like real tits.

The nipples poke out the fabric slightly and I look at myself. Oh god they looked like real tits. I reach up and squeeze one and soon I find myself squeezing them both with both hands. Cock throbbing hard. The sensation of squeezing tits is enough that I gotta relieve my throbbing cock. I go into the bathroom and stroke one out while squeezing with my free hand.

Looking at myself in the full length mirror with the wig and tits, I see myself as a decent chick with a cock. The sight throws me off slightly as I’m watching myself jack-off and I cum in no time and instead of catching it with my free hand I cum on the full length mirror I’m standing in front of because my other hand is squeesing the soft plump silicone titty.

Seeing this chick stroke herself and cum shooting towards me in the mirror makes me cum hard. Moaning trying to keep myself quiet as if worried you would disturb the dogs or something in the next room.

It was an awesome masturbation sessions with the stimulus of tittie squeezing thrown in. I might have to make a habit of that. Or maybe I think, I can place them on the counter and squeeze them and cum on them too. I wondered why I was coming up with these perverse thoughts.

I Wipe up the cum off the mirror making a streak on it. It took a bit to get it all cleaned off.

Then I Go back into the room. Slip the dress on and look in the full length mirror opposite side of the bed that the closet is on and slowly mouth the words “Holy fuck” in the dress, with the tits and the wig. I see a hot school girl I think to myself. The framing of my face. Maybe a little makeup and you could pass as a girl no problem. Thin waist nice c cup tits. Holy crap. My thighs tingle slightly at the thought that it’s actually me in the mirror. All my life I been harassed as such a scrawny skinny guy thin in the face, girls ignoring me for the bug muscle jocks, but my frame fit this perfectly. Not having the guy muscular frame made me look intently at myself. With how the dress flowed. I really couldn’t believe how hot I was.