intim-a-sissy part 7. the bedroom 🪞👗
the lighting in her bedroom is so soft and golden.
the lamp on the nightstand is casting a warm glow over the messy duvet.
makeup is scattered all over her vanity. a pair of heels is kicked off near the door.
it's the ultimate feminine sanctuary.
and you are standing right in the middle of it.
she is sitting on the edge of the mattress, leaning back on her hands, her legs crossed.
she is watching you.
you are wearing a pleated skirt you pulled right out of her massive closet.
the fabric swishes around your thighs.
you feel so ridiculous, so exposed, so desperate for her approval.
you're waiting for her to laugh. you're waiting for the joke.
but she just tilts her head, her blonde bangs falling into her eyes.
a soft, genuine smile spreads across her red lips.
"oh my god…" she breathes out, the vocal fry making her voice vibrate.
"you look sooo fucking pretty in a skirt, babe."
it's not a tease. it's not forced humiliation.
she is just stating a fact.
she's noticing your feminization like it's the most natural thing in the world.
because to her, it is. you were always meant to be soft.
"liiiike, it totally shows off your legs…" she purrs, gesturing for you to do a little twirl.
"we should liiiiterally go shopping tomorrow. you need your own wardrobe, sweetie."
she isn't kicking you out of her room for being a pervert.
she is inviting you deeper into womanhood.
it's giving… closet raids, biological sissy, pretty privilege. 🎀🩰
