1. Senator's "Daughter"


    Date: 10/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Shemales, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    my masculine persona was not. This was the way that "Delilah" was born. Of course, once I'd perfected how to dress, walk, talk and act like Delilah, there was no way that I was keeping her locked away at home. My parents were never around, so it wouldn't be difficult to go out and even spend whole days or nights living as Delilah. There may be another time to recount all the fun I had in those early days, discovering more and more about myself while the world discovered more and more of Delilah. Some time maybe I'll tell you about it, but for the purposes of this story all you need to know is that I was such a hit as Delilah that I got a job. As Dean I'd never had a job, I'd been too self indulgent to really want one and I didn't need the money, but this was a very special job. Delilah had been hired as a performer at a sex club that catered for people who liked their women with a little something extra. Delilah was a major hit with the people who frequented the club and soon I was the main act. Every Friday I would perform my act before an ever growing crowd of guys and girls, and some like me who were somewhere in between, simulating or actually having sex with my hot assistants or pulling punters out of the watching club to join me. Sometimes I would even ask them to join me for a private session later on. That's where this story begins, I'm nineteen, bored, rich, lonely, annoyed with my absentee parents, and leading a double life, as shy introverted layabout senator's ...
    son Dean, and feisty, sexy, crossdressing sex club star Delilah. It was Friday and I knew well where I had to be. My mother was at home that evening but my father wasn't. The senator was busy at the office and would probably stay over in the city as he often did. I'd told my parents that I liked to go out on a Friday night in the city and that I'd always spend the night at my friend Delilah's place, that way they were never suspicious of what I was doing all those Fridays when I wasn't around. In my bedroom, I opened up my closet and found the bag where I kept Delilah's performance outfit. I was dressed in my normal masculine attire of jeans and a casual shirt, I would change at the club. I waved to my mother as I shut the door behind me and shut the door on this part of my life. I jumped into my little red sports car and drove off into town, leaving behind the suburb that represented the respectable, affluent side of my life, and heading for the sleazy club that would allow my dirty side to flourish. It was getting dark when I arrived. The club was in a gay district and there were lots of couples of men and guys dressed as girls milling around outside the graphic neon signs. Looking at the wall I could see a poster with Delilah's photo on it, I smiled to myself, the transformation was so great that I doubted anyone else on the street would recognise the picture and me as the same person. A little electric thrill ran through me, I was already getting turned on by these thoughts ...
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