Master's Degree in Crossdressing 3

This confession is the third chapter of a follow up series to my earlier series "College Crossdressing Confessions." I suggest you read the first two chapters of this series and the entire earlier series so that your will understand the context of my confessions. I would like to thank Ken Nitsua for his editing assistance.

After lingering in bed following my sorority girl deflowering, I pulled myself out of the luxury of Catherine's bed and showered. The pleasant soreness in my rear reminded me that I had been used for the pleasure of a man. I dried my smoothly shaved body before covering it with Catherine's scented body lotion.

I pulled on a fresh pair of satiny white string bikini panties. With my clit delightfully cradled and compressed, I looked for something to wear downstairs. I spotted a lovely short cotton nightgown hanging on the back of Catherine's door. It was not slutty, but classy and ultra-feminine - Eileen West, just like my sister's gowns. The perfumed smell was intoxicating as I pulled it over my head. It enveloped my upper body in its well-worn softness.

I looked in the mirror. The gown billowed out from my shoulders down to the top of my thighs, barely covering my pantied rear. The neck was high in the front and embroidered with pink satin ribbon tied into a bow in the center of my chest. I remembered secretly gawking at my sister's soft full natural breasts and the darker circles of her nipples as they pushed freely against the fabric of her gown. I imagined Catherine's high pert breasts swaying slightly beneath the fabric as she walked. Squeezing my nipples through the gown, I was sad that I could not fill out the gown in the same way but I was thrilled with being wrapped in its warm softness. I felt the buzz of heightened naughtiness spreading from the base of my clit throughout my body.

I pulled on some white anklet socks and found a pair of fuzzy pink bunny slippers to complete my sorority slumber party look. Feeling super cute and girly, I bounded down the back stairs to the kitchen. I could barely let go of my nipples long enough to make a sandwich. I felt so free and joyous in my cute nightgown, panties, and slippers that I danced out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and was about to make my way up the front stairs when I noticed a note from Ben, placed in the center of the stairs where he knew I would see it.

"I'll be back at six. Be ready my bitch. You will be Mary Beth Erdman."

My clit swelled in my panties. Mary Beth Erdman was a very cute junior who lived in the house. She was a full-grown woman at 5'9 but had a certain girlish charm. She carried just enough baby fat nicely distributed from her face to her legs and had the most adorable dimples.

She also had the reputation of being a bit of a cruel vixen hidden under that innocent exterior and sweet dimpled smile--trouble that you would never see coming.

I finished my sandwich, then continued to explore my girly heaven. Mary Beth's room was right across from Catherine's. I paused at the door to admire some pictures that were pinned to a cork board on her door. The first picture that caught my eye was a photo with Mary Beth and four of her sorority sisters standing arm and arm, kicking their legs in the air like they were in a chorus line.

I had briefly met Mary Beth at the beginning of the semester but did not really know her. In addition to that encounter, two weeks before the Thanksgiving break, I attended a black-tie casino party at my grad school friend's fraternity house. I remember being blown away when Mary Beth walked in, wearing a red baby-doll dress with red semi-opaque red tights and red suede pumps. The dress had a stretched velvet, cap-sleeved top with a high neckline. Gossamer layers of fabric flared out below her breasts ending at mid-thigh. Her legs were washed in red right down to the stylish red suede pumps with four-inch heels. The effect was stunning.

I was fixated on her red dress. I knew that I had found my outfit for the evening's activities in the sorority house.

There was no need to rush, and I was still enjoying being wrapped in the femininity of Catherine's gown. It flowed softly over my body, gently caressing the tops of my thighs, innocent and girly with the soft white bikini panties underneath.

I decided to snoop around in Mary Beth's room. Soon I located the red dress in her closet. Then, I opened her drawers until I found the drawer where she kept her pantyhose and tights. The red tights peeked out from under several other pairs. I took them out, fondled them with my hands, and sat them on the dresser. I was so very tempted to pull them on but reminded myself that I had the rest of the day to enjoy my girliness before Ben returned to collect his "rent."

I found a series of photo albums on Mary Beth's bookshelf and settled down on her bed to flip through them. The bed was soft and wonderfully feminine, decorated with a soft, plush pink duvet and piles of pink pillows. It smelled wonderfully sweet and floral. The softness of Catherine's gown and the invitingly feminine bed was intoxicating. I cherished the opportunity to relax in the enveloping femininity of Mary Beth's sorority house bedroom after the feminization and fucking that had filled the first four hours of my day.

I opened the photo album from Mary Beth's senior year in high school. Wow, I had not realized that she had been a dancer. The photo album was full of pictures of Mary Beth and her friends in a wonderful assortment of leotards, tights, unitards, and dance costumes: everything from classical ballet outfits to a variety of colorful dance and exercise wear.

I was mesmerized. My clit began to swell, pushing against the pretty panties. I tried to sit still and enjoy the pictures of the girls dressed in yummy dance wear. I felt envious of the joys of female friendship. My heart began to race when I thought of the other delights I might find in Mary Beth's drawers.

I pulled another album off the shelf. This was from Mary Beth's freshman year in college. She must have been studying dance, because in between the bid day pictures and other photos from sorority parties there were photos of her in various dance performances. As the year in pictures progressed, she was also selected to dance in various sorority skits and in the Homecoming dance competition between the sororities. Once again, the variety of girly dance wear in the pictures was impressive. I felt so warm and turned on as I flipped through the pages. I felt so blissful in this soft, fully feminine environment. Finally, I could no longer contain myself.

I put the album back on the shelf and turned to the drawers next to her bed. The first drawer was her bra and panty drawer. Wonderful, but not what I was looking for. I moved to the next, a large full-size drawer. This was stuffed full of dance wear - leotards and tights in all colors and fabrics along with spandex unitards and colorful dance briefs. I pulled the magnificent mass out and spread everything out on the bed.

I pulled out a shiny hot pink unitard and a black dance brief to go over it. As I pulled it on my legs, I loved the tight squeeze it gave me. I also wanted to take full advantage of the dance brief because I have always thought that bright unitards looked odd on a woman without a dance brief over them. I felt so cute and fun in the hot pink unitard. I simply love spandex, and this outfit was perfect. One of my things when I "borrow" a girl's clothes is to imagine her dressed in the outfit like I am. I could imagine Mary Beth in this unitard. She probably did not wear underwear with it, and it surely hugged her like a second skin. I was beside myself with feminine joy.

Dressed in the unitard and brief I felt super feminine as I pranced down the hardwood floors in the hall. I knew I would have to come back to this outfit, and felt a little shame at the knowledge that the unitard and brief would probably make it into my take-home bag that I was planning if I could convince Ben to let me take some items home. I knew I would have to be very persuasive, perhaps using my mouth for more than just words.

A number of the pictures featured Mary Beth and other girls dressed for classical ballet in black leotard and pink ballet tights and ballet shoes. Since the early days pulling my sister's ballet tights and leotard out of the closet, I had been obsessed with the abject femininity of the classic ballet outfit.

I pulled off the unitard and went back to the drawer looking for Mary Beth's leotard and tights. I found several sets of ballet leotards and pink ballet tights that Mary Beth wore for ballet class. Some were a little more colorful, but I loved the look of the basic black and chose that one. I pulled on the tights, wearing two pair for opaqueness. I felt so cute and light as I admired myself in the mirror. Mary Beth's ballet shoes were too small, so I had to look elsewhere to complete my outfit.

As I mentioned in Chapter One, Susan Stanton came to school as a volleyball player. She was gorgeous. In fact, she gave up volleyball after a few years and started modeling. I had noticed her at various events because, while she was a powerful athlete, she was very feminine and had a great fashion sense. Unlike many tall women, she was not afraid to wear high heels and was known for her shoes. I had been in her room earlier for shoes that would fit me, so I entered to see what she had in her closet.

When I opened the door, it was clear that I had found a fellow shoe slut and would have to come back, but right now I needed ballet shoes.

I dug in her closet and soon found what I was looking for--a thin Capezio box with a picture of a ballerina on the outside. I pulled out a barely worn pair of pink ballet shoes with an elastic strap across the top. My hands shook with excitement as I sat down on the floor of Susan's room and slid each of the soft leather ballet shoes onto my tights covered feet. To my delight, they fit. The cool buttery softness of the pink leather comfortably embraced my feet in femininity. I pointed my toes and admired the look.

Thrilled with my find, I returned to Mary Beth's room to complete my outfit. Sifting through the contents of the drawer again, I located some long thigh-high stirrup leg warmers in ballet pink, a matching pink shrug with thumbholes, and a soft ballet skirt. Thrilled with these awesome accessories, I pulled each one of the leg warmers over my foot, adjusted the soft sweater fabric around the ballet shoes so the stirrups hugged my feet, and pulled them high up my thighs. I put on the shrug, placing my thumbs through the thumb holes so the shrug was delightfully like tights for my arms! I pulled on the dance skirt, which floated softly over my thighs just above the tops of the leg warmers.

Standing to admire myself in Mary Beth's full-length mirror, I felt fully feminine, cocooned in the most wonderful way. I felt complete and relaxed, but electrically charged to my core with the overriding warm thrill of naughty transgression.

Mary Beth's room was too small to allow for much movement, so I padded down the hall looking for a place with space to continue my ballerina transformation. At the end of the hall, I was somewhat surprised to see that the girls had converted one of the rooms into a small dance and aerobics studio. It had hardwood floors, a wall covered in mirrors, and a ballet barre attached to the mirrored wall. There was also a rear projection TV and VCR, which I assumed was for workout videos.

There was a closet to the left. It turned out to be stuffed with various costumes. Much to my delight, it was filled with leotards and tights in a myriad of colors along with dance costumes, majorette outfits, and a wide array of Halloween costumes. Apparently, after the girls were finished with whatever audition or performance they had to complete, they donated the used costumes to the closet for the other girls to use for skits, costume parties, or their own auditions.

I would have had a fabulous time in that closet, but that fun was going to have to wait because I was currently dressed for ballet. I stood in front of the mirror and admired the reflection of a beautiful ballerina as I stretched on the bar. I pliéd and posed with girlish delight, enjoying the sublime squeeze of my leotard and tights and frilly accessories. I twirled, and the skirt floated fetchingly over my thighs. I was lost in a heavenly trance when I noticed the time.

As the late afternoon sun poured through the sorority house window, I abandoned the full femininity of a ballerina. I pranced back down the hall to Mary Beth's room. I peeled the leotard and tights down my legs before separating them and setting them aside for later. I showered once more.

Wrapped in Mary Beth's heavy terrycloth robe, I picked up the red satin panties I had set out earlier and pulled them on. Once in place the red satin hugged my clit in satin elegance. I wrapped the matching bra around my waist, fastened it and then twisted it around and pulled it up to my chest. Mary Beth had small perky breasts, so the padded pushup cups almost fit me and gave me a further feminine feeling.

I sat on the bed and prepared to pull on the red tights. As I sat on the bed and rolled up the legs, I realized that I was again preparing myself to be taken again as a woman, a present wrapped in glitz for the pleasure of a man. I pulled on the tights, carefully pulling each leg up to my crotch and then pulling the panty portion high up my waist. The control panty compressed my clit to a small mound, and the tights washed my legs in vivid red color.

I remembered my sister's trick of putting her shoes on before her dress to avoid wrinkling the dress. I needed to find shoes, since Mary Beth's would never fit. I returned to Susan's closet to "shop" for shoes. Soon I found the perfect pair of pretty pumps, red suede with four-inch heels.

I slipped them on my tights-covered feet. They were tight, but they fit, aided by the absence of friction. I stood, cherishing the luxuriously leggy look they provided. Tottering on the high heels, I remembered the tip I had read in my sister's fashion magazine and started taking small, measured steps.

As I returned to Mary Beth's room, I got the hang of walking in the heels. The trick was to sashay. Back in the room I lifted the dress off the bed, but stopped to admire myself in the mirror, standing in panties, a satiny red bra, heels, and hose. I remembered all the times I had peeked at my sister as she stood in front of her makeup mirror, looking exactly like this.

The dress was matched the red color of the tights. It flared out baby doll style, with gossamer fabric and a layer of tulle over a red lining. I pulled it over my head and put my arms through the sleeves and let it flare out. The dress was substantial and expensive feeling, and surprisingly heavy as it flared downward to just below the tops of my thighs. It came down just enough to hide my ass even when I sat down. It was as gorgeous as I remembered when Mary Beth wore it, and even shorter on me.

I picked up some red lipstick and painted my lips in matching red, before I sprayed Mary Beth's signature Michael Kors perfume on my neck and on my wrists. I was overwhelmed with how beautiful I looked. I felt fresh and flirty and very girly as I twirled in front of the mirror swinging the skirt in the air.

Realizing that he would be back soon, I cleared off Mary Beth's bed and reclined on it to wait on his return. I stretched my legs in the air admiring the red hose and heels.

I thought about all the joy and pleasure I had received and was going to continue to receive from the bounty of feminine frills in the house. I was trading the use of my body for a man's pleasure in exchange for access to the complete femininity provided by the tantalizing treasures of the girls in the house. The transaction made me feel even more girlish. Women had been exchanging the use of their bodies for the pleasure of men in exchange for their needs in life since the beginning of time. Unlike many women, I was not being exploited. I was allowing a man to take his pleasure from my body to get what I wanted.

I was willing to submit to a man who would rudely use my body in the most intimate of ways, in exchange for the womanly delights that fed my addiction.

I heard him come in the front door.

I pulled the red baby doll skirt up, so it covered my face and head, leaving my torso and legs exposed for his pleasure. The buzzing in my loins intensified as I heard him coming up the stairs and walking down the hall toward Mary Beth's room. I had left the door slightly ajar and heard it open. I could see him clearly through the red gossamer fabric of the dress covering my face.

"Very nice. I love that red dress."

I was not sure how he would take his pleasure. I felt his hands on my legs as he lifted them and ran his hands over the silky red tights coating my now extended and spread legs. He roughly rubbed my legs, manhandling them like men have done to women for ages. I expected him to pull my tights down for access, but he pulled out a pocketknife. I heard a click as the blade lock engaged. A thrill of fear ran through me. I did not know what he was going to do. He pulled the tights fabric covering my hole and cut a small slit, giving him access, but leaving my clit and the last apparent remnants of any manhood tightly imprisoned beneath the tight control panty of the tights and Mary Beth's satiny red panties.

"I have been thinking about that tight pussy all afternoon. I brought lube. I want to make sure your pussy stays nice and soft and fuckable so I can use it all week. "

I felt his large fingers reach through the slit and pull the crotch of the panties to the side. The cold chill of the lube caused me to flinch and tighten as his fingers from his free hand roughly reached inside the opening and spread lube around my hole. I was a little tender as he pushed through the gripping ring, spreading my ass to prepare it for the taking. He pushed the finger in further before moving it in and out, finger fucking me like the slutty girl I had become. I gasped through the red skirt veiling my face as he inserted a second lubed finger, opening me further in preparation for his cock. As I became accustomed to his invading fingers, my nerve endings came alive. I was buzzing with an edge of raw sexual desire from my afternoon frolicking in this house of girly delights. I pushed into his fingers to extract all the stimulation they could provide.

"You are a hot little slut," he teased as he withdrew his fingers. I heard the rattle of metal as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped and felt a thrill of anticipation.

He stepped out of his pants and boxers and began to slowly lube his cock. As he stroked his manhood, it grew thick and hard through my red tinted view. His cock swung rudely as he lifted my legs and knelt on the end of Mary Beth's bed.

Resting my legs on his shoulders, he reached between my legs and pulled the panty fabric further to the side. He grabbed his now fully hard cock around its veiny shaft and guided the bulbous head toward my waiting hole. I felt the tip against the lubed entrance to my hole as he pressed forward with surprising gentleness. I breathed deeply to relax the ringed gauntlet of muscles guarding against his invading cock.

As he mounted me and pressed forward, the head of his cock began to spread me. My muscles reluctantly submitted to his hardness. I felt a flash of pain as the ridge ringing the head of his cock broke through my hole. My hole gripped his substantial girth as his shaft followed. The pain turned to pleasure. I felt pressure deep in my loins as the tip of his cock pushed against my insides. I pressed my legs against his shoulders to lift myself, allowing him further access. The force of his body pressing against my ass confirmed that he was fully inside.

As he exhaled a sigh of pleasure, the endorphins from the unyielding invasion stretching my ass reached my brain. As he slowly pulled out and pushed back into me, my entire being was focused on his cock. He began fucking me like the woman I had become, like I was really Mary Beth, taking his pleasure with his hungry cock. I was completely lost in the feeling of being mounted and fucked in the most animalistic way. There is nothing more submissive and feminine than receiving a man's rock-hard, lust-fueled cock. I was fully open to him, and he owned my body, taking further possession of it with each aggressive thrust into my inner being. I felt fully taken, fully fucked, and fully feminine as I submitted to his desires.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts as he hungrily pursued the pleasure rising in his raging root planted deep inside me. I was now beyond pain, filled only with pleasure. My focus was on the teasing stimulation of the sharply ridged head of his cock skating across my prostate, my clit helplessly imprisoned under the cruelly controlling tights and heavy red satin panties. Using my legs as leverage, I began to buck into him desperately trying to increase the stimulation of his cock against my prostate.

He moaned. "I love fucking you."

His response and the look of lust and growing pleasure on his face was shockingly rewarding. I felt like a woman, submissively taken, a vessel for the pleasure of a man. I felt completely feminine in panties, tights, dress, and heels.

The deep thrusting of his dominating cock stretched me as I moved against him, opening myself to his complete ownership.

As I moved my body in rhythm to meet his thrusts, he began to grunt with lust-crazed effort. He pounded me in a driving beat, slapping his body against my sissy smooth ass.

I wanted to please him, to give him pleasure, to be a womanly vessel for the release of his lust. I was a slave to his cock, driven by my feminine desire to drive him to ecstasy and my own lust for the stimulation of his veiny, bulbous cock scraping across my prostate. He was taking me like the woman I was in this moment. I loved seeing the look on his face as he took his pleasure from my body. I pulled my legs closer together on his shoulders to squeeze his cock inside of me as tightly as I could as he moaned. I playfully rubbed my red stockinged feet on his face because it was cute and something I imagined Mary Beth might do. He loved it, and pushed further against me using his hands to grab my ankles for leverage to thrust more deeply and vigorously inside of me.

As we continued this desperate dance of depravity, his face began to tighten with the effort of each thrust. He began to breathe even more rapidly. His mouth opened in a guttural groan. He drove into my ass even harder. His body began convulsing, and his cock jumped and spasmed inside of me as he climaxed. He shoved all his weight against me in a few final thrusts deep into my soul.

His body shook as the contractions of his powerful orgasm possessed him, and he came deep inside of me, deep inside of the woman he was fucking, deep inside of the Mary Beth I had at least temporarily become. He continued to thrust into me until he had filled my body with his seed, before collapsing against my body in blissful exhaustion.

I felt a great sense of accomplishment, completeness, and femininity. I was fully owned, fully bred, and fully dominated. The very essence of his masculinity was deposited within me, confirming his manhood and blasting away any remaining traces of mine.

After a few minutes, he pulled his softening cock from my ass. As he stood to leave the room, his pants in his hand, he said to me, softly, "I am going to take a shower and watch the football game. You'll be the halftime entertainment. I love sexy dance team girls. Dress accordingly for your performance."

I remained on the bed, basking in the feminine bliss of being fucked by a real man.