Tyson was always just a phone call away.
My dress was tight at the waist and full at the hips, I loved holding it out and smiling at the girl in the mirror. Underneath I had on my D-cup breasts forms, a corset, nude thigh highs, and little red panties. Tyson wouldn't let me tuck my little clit, so I wasn't as smooth as I liked. He wanted me to dangle. It didn't matter with this dress anyway, I still looked so femme and gorgeous.
He walked behind me, even in my six-inch platform pumps he was taller. He was a perfect man for me today. Dark, tall, and muscular, just the type of male I loved. He called himself 'Big and Black' but to me, he was just Tyson. He kissed the back of my neck and I got chills.
"Your hair is so long, I can't wait to get my fingers in it." He laughed.
My long-streaked blonde wig was tight and secure and falling around my shoulders. I knew he liked to pull, and I was prepared. My makeup, of course, was perfect, I had long false eyelashes, dark eyes, and red lips. My lips were so plump. Jay was a pro at making me look my best. He always did something with his magic brushes, and my cheeks and nose looked so feminine. I looked like a completely different person when I sashayed out of his salon. It was the first time I walked out the front, usually, I would sneak out the back. Jay wouldn't let me today, not on Valentine's Day, he wanted me to hold my head high, stick out my boobs and say hello to the world. It's not every day I got to try something new and exciting.
"Some sexy earrings you got on too, baby." He kissed my cheek and then nuzzled my ear.
I had my ears pierced exactly two years ago. I remember it was another Valentine's Day. I now had so many different sized hoops, long dangling ones, and little pearls and studs, I had a whole jewelry box full of them. Some nights if I was alone I would try on every pair and take pictures, I would even put on some of my necklaces. I would play with my hair and end up with over a hundred shots, just waiting to critique and admire later on.
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