Throw the ball..

Time to let the dogs get a bit of exercise, you get the chuck-it and some tennis balls and head to the back to exercise the dogs some.

Your out back throwing the ball for the dogs they run gracefully sprinting as you use the chuck it to really launch the tennis balls. They are so freaking fast as you marvel at their speed. Every time you throw it your aware of the weight of your silicone tits strapped to your chest as they bounce slightly and swing side to side.

The texture of the fake tits is like that semi sticky rubbery Sticky toys you get out of gum ball machines, the ones that you throw against a window or something and it slowly climbs down the glass. The outside of them feel like soft silky skin and of course the plump firm squeeze is meant to mimic real boobs.

They bounce slightly as you throw, they swing side to side a bit as well. The fact that the bra holds them in place firmly against your chest. It’s not going anywhere. The sensation after each throw though makes me grab them to check if they’re still in place, and of course the gentle squeeze to find them in perfect position makes you even more horny. How is it women can get anything done.

Suddenly having tits is freaking amazing.

The dogs are almost at the mad panting stage when the doorbell rings.

They drop the ball and go off to the side fence barking like they were on a mission to rip up a division of enemy troops. Sounding like an aggressive dog team hunting down a criminal or something.

Lucky you weren’t inside during quiet time or it may have given you a heart attack.

You run through the house to get the door forgetting your state of attire and answer the door.

The dogs are by the side fence, being a chain link as they can have a better view as to who is at the front door.

“Hi.” You say cheerfully. It’s the neighbor girl from down the street. You were always happy to see her. You met her several times before while working there. She was freaking hot. Not the full figure girls with the wide hips and big tits on the cheerleading squad, more like the B-cup thin kinda hot. She smiles at you, then stops a second and says “Timmy?!”

You suddenly stop smiling as you look down at your tits poking out.

“Oh, my, god, Timmy!” She says it in a half excited half surprised manner.

She pushes you into the house as she closes the door behind her. Your cheeks are blazing hot with embarrassment you answered the door and forgot your dressed up like a girl, You are totally hosed, she knows some of the same friends you know. “Why the fuck are you looking like a girl?” Her voice excited like someone who got a car for Christmas or something.

“Uh, oh god, uhm.” You don’t know how to talk your way out of this.

She starts to laugh, “oh god, are you one of those cross dressing queers, I had no idea you were gay. And check out those tits!”

You suddenly blurt out to defend yourself as you look down at them and then back at her. “I’m not gay, I uhm, Sharon has my cloths in her car. Some stuff spilt on my cloths i was wearing And she took my other cloths too, I had nothing to wear, the only thing was the girl clothing in the spare bedroom, and I uhm,” you felt like you were talking in circles.

She reached up and with both hands squeezed your fake tits. “What’s with these then, why are you wearing falsies?”

You Slap her hand away from your chest and quickly speak defensively. “The dress looked funny without them, so I thought I would put them on and, I uhm, I didn’t know what to do, I never wore girls clothing before.”

She started circling you like a shark, chuckling and kept saying “oh my god Timmy, oh my god” circling around you looking you up and down. She cupped your ass through the skirt when she walked behind you, and you swatted her hand away again, “nice ass in the skirt.” she reached to touch your thin waist, as she was grinnig wildly at you, again swatting her land like trying to brush off mosquitoes or something as she kept trying to touch you everywhere she was looking while she was chuckling at you. Hips, ass, waist, tits, your sides, she was touching you all over as you kept batting her hands away from you, “stop it” is the only thing you say.

The dogs ran around and came into the house and greeted her like they do you, with excitement and a ton of energy. Practically tackling her. Which gave you a quick retreat from the center of the living room where she was ogling and circling around you.

She quickly dismissed the dogs and started back on to you. With the dogs in tow behind her.

She closed the distance to get close to you with a big mischivious grin on her face. “I can’t fucking believe your in a dress with fake titties. Wait until the guys hear about this! I mean, look at you, whole fuck, you look like a freaking girl!” She glanced up and inspected the wig. “Nice doo, I like how it frames your face the guys aren’t going to believe this.”

“Please don’t tell anyone, oh god, really I don’t have anything to wear, and If I didn’t wear this I would be totally naked. Don’t tell anyone please!”

You bump into the wall as she backs you into a corner, literally. She gets really close to you, and whispers. “I can’t believe this..” she hesitated and then says. “You look so freaking..”

You now considered your choice of clothing now as really inappropriate, and why wear the wig and fake tits, you wonder, you really are some queer faggot or something, “..hot.”

That long pause made you doubt yourself, then the last word made you say “what?”

She reached up and gently touched the side of your face as she said. “Your so freaking hot! I always wanted to get fucked by a tranny, and well, your such a freak dressed up like this, but you actually look fucking hot dressed as a girl. I had no idea you could get your tranny freak on so damn well.”

You stood there speechless and stunned. So many guys have tried to get into her panties, some bragged they did, but it turned out to be lies when she called them out about it in front of everyone, so no one else made stories because they didn’t want to deal with the public humiliation of it.

She leaned into you grabbing and squeezing the tits and planting a firm kiss on your lips. So warm, so tingly, and you started to sport a raging hard on as she started French kissing you deeply.

She pulled back with a lustfull look. “Where’s the bedroom?” Her voice was deep, smokey, and a half whisper, were you about to get laid? “Uh, it’s..”

She knew where it was, the question was rhetorical as she grabbed your hand and started to drag you down the hall way to it. Her looking back at you with a devious grin. Staring at you as she pulled you along as if she was wanting to do something bad to you.