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Chapter 7 by Vestra Vestra

Dress up?

Why not..

Heck Sharon pretty much told you to by saying you should stuff a bra or something and wear a wig. Maybe you could just do that long enough for her to see you. On the camera.

You go in grab the stuff out of the closet. You get the sack out with the fake boobs.

Get the black wig, go grab the matching bra, you slip the dress off, and fiddle around with the fake boobs. You struggle with the bra a little and feel very self continues about it, but you had already made your mind up to do this. The boobs felt amazing, never really handling a Real set before it was amazing in your hands, how you could squeeze them and fondle them.

Your hard and horny throug the process.

You put the bra on, it snapped on the front, which made it way easier then the back. You stuff the fake boobs in them and arrange them so they fit properly the nipples poking out. You look in the mirror and see them on you, they looked real, “whole fuck”

You say as you grab them with both hands on in each hand and start to **** yourself squeezing your own set of boobs. “Oh god” it felt amazing in your hands.

You then put the dress on and you fill the dress out perfectly. The tits stuck out very well, tight on your waist, and flowing over your hips. You certainly looked like a girl.

Put the wig on and adjust it.

Didn’t realize how feminin your face was until the wig framed your face. All you needed was makeup and maybe your own mother wouldn’t recognize you.

You spin around letting the skirt twirl a little, “wow” you say, the boobs and wig changed everything, maybe you could go out i]in Halloween like this. It was pretty hot.

You reached up and squeezed the fake tits throug the fabric of the dress. They were amazingly firm and squeezable.

Your excited by actually getting dressed up. You walk out to see the dogs response to it, which of course isn’t much except they want to go out and play.

You pat their heads and sides as you say, “okay, okay”

“Let’s go out and throw the ball hu?” They know what that means and they run to the back sliding glass door waiting for you to catch up.

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