Comic sissy from good to worse

crossdress

uununmmm…errrrr…prepare to…errrr…squeal… ‘ Lucy stammered from
inside her bodysuit. ‘…get on your knees…errrr…please… ‘ Her body language
was even less convincing as she dithered and stumbled her way through the
supposedly domineering routine. Felix sat on the edge of the bed unimpressed,
his arms folded in front of the female form of his own bodysuit. It wasn’t that
lucy didn’t have the look…she did, she absolutely did. With her fierce black vinyl
corset that rode high up between her asscheeks and matching thigh-high latex
boots, she looked fit to take control of even the most self-assured man or
woman…even the bodysuit gave her usually soft features a slightly vicious
predatory look. But it just wasn ‘t working…