Pink gym clothes

Diego went to his bedroom and returned with a pile of neatly folded clothes.

"My sister left some things last time she was here," he said. "I think they will fit you nicely."

First he handed me a man's pink thong.

"Okay...this one thing is mine, not my sisters, daddy," Diego said with a laugh.

He watched eagerly as I slid it on. I was surprised by comfortable the string felt between my ass cheeks and how well the small bit of fabric in the front craddled my cock and balls.

"Perfect," he said, then handed me a pair of pink yoga shorts.

I looked at them nervously for a moment, then slid them on. I never would have imagined putting something like that on, but the way he stared at me emboldened me.

To my surprise, the shorts actually looked quite good on me. The thong kind of hid the buldge in the front, and the shorts perfectly shaped my ass in the back. Even before the device and my homosexual experimentation, I would have looked twice if that ass had passed me on the street.

Diego then handed me the matching top, which was really more of a sports bra. Once I had it on, the built in padding created false covers that made it appear that I had small boobs.

"Perfect, my little princessa," he said with a smile. "One more thing."

He went back into the bedroom and returned with a wig, which he quickly placed on my head. He then took me by the hand and led me to the full length mirror in the hallway.

I didn't recognize my own reflection. Instead of myself, a beautiful raven haired girl with a nice ass and small breasts stared back at me. If I didn't know I was looking at myself, I would have had no idea I was looking at a man.

"All the straight men are going to be looking at you," Diego said proudly. "Maybe they'll even think about you when they go home and fuck thier wives and girlfriends, not knowing that they're lusting over my sexy little sissy."

He slapped me playfully on the ass.