Turned my Mistress

I checked the chest of draws, they were full of girls clothes: panties, stockings, miniskirts and other stuff I wasn’t familiar with. I opened the wardrobe and it was filled with slutty female outfits. Christ! It’s like a whore’s bedroom. My nakedness was making me feel vulnerable, so I sifted through the wardrobe and chose the least feminine of the outfits, a black silk dressing gown. When I put it on my body seemed to shiver in delight, especially when it caressed my cock and balls. I closed the door and caught sight of myself in the mirror, realising for the first time that my face had I had no stubble on my face. I moved closer to double check and my eyebrows had definitely been altered. What the fuck is happening?

At the point my arousal hadn’t gone down, I felt like I had a super hard cock, but when I looked down there was no bulge. I pulled open the dressing gown and my cock was sat, shriveled up like a peanut and nesting on top of my balls. It looked so cold, as if I’d been swimming in the arctic. I tugged it and cupped my nuts, trying to get some circulation in them, trying to get them to normal size, but nothing.