Since the birthday party with my mother, I really have trouble falling asleep even though I revise late at night to prepare for my end-of-year exams. My sexual fantasies and delusions are multiple but sometimes opposed.When it's my "boy" side that takes over, I imagine myself making love with my mother for a long time. I take it and take it back, I wanton it and I make it my real sex toy. When it's my “feminine” side that comes to mind, I think of Mr. Dubout who fucks me at his place and of those men who use me in the hot places of Pigalle. But in both cases, I enjoy a long time when I reach the end of my masturbation.Today it's my "female" side that takes over. It must be said that I put a little thong under my jeans and it multiplies my slut desires tenfold. While I'm in ancient philosophy class, I send a quick text message to Monsieur Dubout: “My mother is on call this evening. Very much want to be your Davina”. His answer is almost instantaneous “8:00 p.m. at my house. BCBG and sexy”.The rest of the day seems endless to me, so I can't wait to get ready for Monsieur Dubout. But I know deep down that as soon as my cross-dressing cravings appease, it will be my male impulses and my incestuous cravings that will take over. A popular saying says “The bottle doesn't matter, as long as you're drunk”, it's the same for the pleasures of the flesh. It doesn't matter what body we are in, as long as we have the intoxication of the senses...It must be 7:00 p.m. when I get home and I'm going to have to hurry to transform. It's not that my classes ended late or that the subway was dragging, but I stopped along the way in a store in Pigalle to buy myself shoes with almost 10 cm heels. I fantasize a lot about long legs and I've noticed in erotic films that high heels embellish legs sheathed in black stockings. As my mother is two or three sizes smaller than me, it is impossible to borrow her shoes. A small personal purchase was therefore necessary!In the shower, I wax my body and abuse the washcloth to make my skin soft. Once well dried, in front of the big mirror in my mother's room, it's a joy to put on the stockings chosen from her wardrobe. Once the garter belt in place and the garters attached, I put on a little thong in which I have a little trouble fitting my testicles. I then choose a wonderbra bra that makes me look like I have small breasts. Finally, once put on my new high heels, I put on a light dress that opens entirely in front. A good quarter of an hour is then necessary for me to put on my makeup, but the result is more than believable.As I'm about to close the door behind me to go upstairs, my phone rings. It's my mother calling, impossible not to answer her.- Good evening mother.- Good evening honey, are you okay?she replies.Of course, I have to lie to her - Yes, that's fine. I'm having dinner and then I'm going to do my theology exam before I go to bed.That's when she said - It's weird but you have a strange voice. You are sure everything is fine.Maybe unconsciously I just answered him with the voice I take from Monsieur Dubout to be a little more credible in my role as a woman. I scrape my voice and tell him- I may have caught a cold because I have a sore throat. But it will pass!She answers me - Take a good dose of syrup in the medicine cabinet. It will do you good.She then hangs up after wishing me a good evening.A few moments later, I am outside the door of Monsieur Dubout's apartment. Even though it's not the first time, my heart is racing. I love that sweet mix of fear and excitement I feel every time I cross-dress. Fear of not being credible enough for the one waiting for me, anxiety of being surprised by someone who could recognize me under my feminine appearance, fear of being disappointed by a lover who will not be able to consider me as a real female . Excitement to transform into a person of the opposite sex, erotic exhilaration to dare to go beyond a taboo, intoxication of the senses when they fuck me like a little slut.I ring and Henri comes to open the door. As I follow him down the hallway to the living room, I hear voices. Definitely television! But it is not so and I discover two men already installed in the armchairs. To make the introductions, Henri said to me - I present to you Gilbert and Christian, longtime friends who appreciate, like me, young sexy and BCBG females.Then, addressing his two friends, he declares to them - Friends, here is Davina, a young philosophy student particularly gifted in computers. But as you will discover, she has many other talents.I sit down on the sofa opposite the two men; Henri pulls out a bottle of champagne and four goblets.Gilbert asks him- Oh, champagne! Which class !And Christian continues - We water something?Henri gives me a filled cup and then serves his two friends. Finally, he answers - Yes, we are watering the first "Plurality" evening of our pretty Davina.About ten minutes later, I'm on my third glass of champagne and my head is starting to spin. Henri gets up, dims the light and the room is now immersed in a soft atmosphere. He goes to his stereo system and throws a disc entitled, he tells us, "The twenty best songs to listen to during love." Among the different songs, I recognize a particularly sensual excerpt from Dirty Dancing, two tender songs from Céline Dion and “I feel love” from Donna Summer. I don't have time to take an interest in the others because Christian and Henri sit on either side of me while Gilbert kneels down in front of me. Very quickly, they kiss me on the neck and on the mouth, they caress my breasts and thighs, they force me to spread my legs wide. Without delay, Henri gets up and pulls out his sex. Christian undid the buttons of my dress one by one. Gilbert down my thong down my legs. Here I am now with our host's cock in my mouth, Christian's nimble fingers tweaking my nipples free of my bra and Gilbert's lips around my bandaged cock. I close my eyes and let myself go to the unbridled desires of these old perverts. I love being just a sex toy in their hands and the excitement is getting to me. I head with application the cock that slides in my mouth. I surrender to the caresses and touching my breasts and my thighs. I accompany the lower abdomen sucking the mouth that devours my tail.Faced with such relentlessness on my person, I do not take long to enjoy a long time in the mouth of Gilbert who presses my scholarship well to extract the last drops. Now that I've come, Henri says to his two friends - Perfect! Now that this adorable little slut has purged herself of her male juice, we'll be able to unleash the female that lies dormant inside her.He makes me get on all fours on the thick mohair rug that decorates the floor of the living room and then comes to position himself behind me. He coats his fingers with saliva, lubricates my little brown carnation and then penetrates me gently. He expresses his satisfaction - Davina, you really have a great little ass! It is as warm and inv ...

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