Julie's picture was incredible; what a face! A great many crossdressers are barely passable, even from a distance; I've found that they often seem to rely on the attraction of fetish – for instance, sexy or provocative dress – to pass as women for even the briefest instant. Julie was different: s/he was drop-dead beautiful, just from the neck up. She could have worn a burlap sack and made heads turn, regardless of the form suggested under it.
Fortunately, Julie had a slight build which in no way gave any hint that the physique under her dress was anything but completely feminine. One could have been forgiven for wondering how many completely straight men had received anonymous blowjobs from her, as a result of not thinking to look for an Adam's apple...This one had certainly swallowed many loads of thick, hot, salty spunk in as many darkened corners...
Julie's makeup was well done and understated; I wondered if it was her own work, or that of an understanding female friend? My mind drifted to think of the fun little games which might have come with a makeup session, and did Julie have a fun friend...
I have a penchant for female enhancement, and toyed with the thought that a hint of gray in her eye shadow would have produced a deliciously smoky effect. She has gone so far as to pluck her eyebrows so that they arched and tapered at the ends. I simultaneously appreciated the effect and considered that they were a bit risky, as they would be a dead giveaway in Julie's daily life...
But those lips! Mmmm, they did me in, in an instant! So full, so soft, and in that dark shade of pink which I couldn't even name; like a light fuchsia, but not that stark or bright. Just...soft...feminine...and eminently fuckable! In fact, I considered how those lips might be to kiss. Allowing them to engulf my throbbing manhood was one thing, but kissing a crossdresser was an entirely different matter...
To be continued...
