My transvestite evenings at the hotel,

With excitement and emotion, I spread out the lingerie that I am going to wear on my bed.
In front of the bathroom mirror, I put on my eye makeup, applying my false eyelashes without forgetting to paint my lips.
I then apply foundation to my cheeks to refine the texture of my skin.
Finally, I adjust a mid-short blonde wig on my head that is more comfortable and less hot so I can keep it on at night.

My heart pounds as I slip into my basque...
Like women, I clasp it at the front, turning it sensually around my waist before pulling my straps up over my shoulders.
I then fill the D cups of my corset with generous silicone prostheses weighing 500 g each.
Then, I pull up a pair of lovely transparent satin panties over my hips which allow a glimpse of my penis.
I then sit on my bed, bending one leg to put on my stockings.
Holding the nylon veil in both hands with the thumbs inside,
I slide it back and forth, raising it very high on my thigh to show off my long legs.

I then attach my luxurious Matterhorn stockings to the eight suspenders of my basque, making sure the seams remain straight.

I complete my transformation by putting on an ivory nightie decorated with brown lace that I fell in love with before slipping my feet into my pumps.

I wander around my room to get used to my stiletto heels which amplify my sway and the sway of my rump as I walk.

Like a girl, I try to take small steps by crossing my legs and squeezing my buttocks to have a more fluid gait.
In front of the mirror, I force myself to walk with my arms alongside my body, without swinging my shoulders, pushing my pelvis forward while rolling my hips.
I love doing this preparation which takes me two hours to emerge from my chrysalis and become this pretty butterfly that I contemplate in front of the mirror.
All the while, I feel the pleasure rising in my loins as I see my clit emerging from my slit panties.

Slipping my hand under my nightie, I caress my breasts while masturbating with the other...