From Casual Crossdresser To Overnight Porn Star, Part 2

Part 1: An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse

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Part 2: A Date With Cherry Knot

In high anticipation, I arrive at Tammy’s studio a little bit early. It gives me some time to calm myself down and stop my uncontrollable shaking from the excitement of starring in an adult crossdressing movie. I take a few deep breaths and chug down the mini-bottle of vodka I bought along the way. Slightly buzzed, I’m ready to go.

Tammy greets me warmly at the door and let’s me in. In plain view is the “studio” with a bed and surrounding cameras in one corner and a dressing area in another. She introduces me to two other gentlemen, one the cameraman Paul and, the other, the producer Tom. Everyone seems nice and relaxed which helps to reduce my anxiety.

Then another rather attractive woman steps into the studio introducing herself as “Cherry Knot,” one of the more frequented stars of their movies. I immediately fixate on her gorgeous long red hair and matching red spandex tank top holding back her huge breasts. Oh, and she mentions she specializes in forced feminization. I’m delighted to meet her.

“Well, this is it,” Tammy says, “where the stars are born,” adding while giving me her patented wink. “Let’s start, shall we?”

She goes on to explain what we’re going to be doing the first day, not filming any scenes in particular but getting comfortable allowing my longtime pantyhose fetish fantasies go on display for the first time in public. It is fairly nerve-wracking but they tell me other “stars” of theirs have gone through the same thing.

Cherry tells me she even had to too while caressing her hand down my chest, giving me a hard-on that almost hurt. I think I’m at ease now.

“So let’s do this!” I exclaim.

“Time to get you dressed up,” Tammy says with a hint of excitement. We head over to a table with my costume, so to speak. There are a couple pairs of Wolford Neon pantyhose, one black and the other suntan, what looks to be a Jane Fonda inspired shiny black high-cut leotard and a pair of long black satin gloves.

She instructs me to strip down to which I happily oblige. Cherry comes back with a rum and coke she had just made in the kitchen believing it would help ease me further. Surprisingly, I don’t feel at all shy right now in my naked state. I take a big gulp of the stiff cocktail anyway to keep my light buzz going.

“Now let’s put these on and use the suntan pantyhose, too,” Tammy says pointing out the satiny garments lying in front of me.

I first slip on the Wolfords over my shaven legs and high up onto my waist (like I’ve done a million times before) then the leotard which I just notice has a thong back and shows off my long slender legs quite nicely too. At last the silky gloves come one, so long that they come up to my shoulders.

This sort of silky erotic dress-up in front of strangers was enough to resuscitate my erection just earlier. It didn’t happen to go unnoticed either.

“Looks like you’re a natural,” Cherry says before bending over and jokingly gives a quick kiss on my bulging crotch. This puts me at ease more than her rum and coke ever could.

Now comes the final touches, a long dark-hair wig and makeup. Tammy and Cherry spend maybe twenty minutes applying the lipstick, makeup and getting every last eyelash in place. It is definitely more pampering than I have ever done on myself and the result looks absolutely incredible. Shall I say, I look and feel so passable!

Paul comes back with the last thing missing in my outfit, tan colored leg warmers. I eagerly throw them on and step in front of the huge full length mirror in the dressing area. Wow, I think I’m in love with this 80’s Jane Fonda retro look. Tight, sexy, and shiny which are all things I absolutely crave as a crossdresser.

Yet this was entirely a coming out party for me of sorts done in the best way possible. Here I am being made up to a more than passable crossdresser, in front of strangers no less, and being encouraged to get turned on by it. What more could I want?

“Showtime dear,” Tammy says, which I guess that answers that question. I become nervous yet, since this is a trial run with no filming, I try to convince myself this will only be a public display of my devious sexual habits. This proceeds to make me even more nervous.

As myself and the rest of the crew make our way to the set with the bed in the corner, I notice Cherry still in the dressing area taking off her jeans to reveal her shiny tank top is actually a red thong leotard and has on underneath what appears to be black Wolford tights given the shine on her legs.

The throws on a pair of matching red leg warmers and a cute belt around her slim waist completing the 80’s retro exercise girl appearance. She then straightens out her hair in the mirror and heads over to where the rest of us are.

As I sit on the bed, while the rest stand around, Tammy gives me a few instructions. Fairly simple, rip a hole in the front of my tights, pull the leotard to the side a bit, pull out my shaft and start wanking away until I come. Then she explains the added catch where Cherry comes in to rip another hole in my pantyhose and gives me ass sex with a six inch strap-on that I just now see her putting on.

So I go to work ripping open the suntan Wolfords (a blasphemy!) and with a few short strokes, I’m harder than steel. I begin my moaning. Any fear I had earlier quickly disappeared as I bask in masturbation ecstasy as my girly persona.

“Louder, don’t hold back!” Tammy says. I respond with screaming ecstasy, something I have never done, not even in the privacy of my home for fear of someone taking notice. The “ooohs” and “ahhhs” are loud in my best girly voice and appear to please everyone. I wank myself even harder.

Now it’s Cherry’s cue to come in. While still on my back, I pull my nyloned legs up and back giving her prime ass access as she forcefully rips a large hole in the pantyhose with her fingernails. She doesn’t waste time as she very slowly inserts the strap-on deep into my love canal and begins thrusting, picking up speed after each successive one.

Meanwhile, I don’t even skip a beat pleasuring my own joy rod. Cherry motions my wanking hand away as she now grabs my throbbing cock while continuing to ram me with the strap on and now appearing like she is riding a bull in a rodeo. Then with quite a display of skill, she unleashes her grip and starts stroking my rod continuing her thrusts. My girly screams continue.

As Cherry can tell I am about to come, she lets go of my abused member giving control back to me. I return to wank it harder and harder, then moan faster and faster. Cherry speeds up the pace of my ass pounding.

I explode in sheer pleasure, literally. My come reaches all the way to my face and just hitting my lips. I curiously lick the warm goop off of my lipstick savoring the rather salty taste of my own love juice.

Then I take notice of everyone’s reaction… nothing but smiles. I must have done something right. Cherry bends over to give me a kiss, this time on the lips.

“You are a natural sweetie,” she says with a smile taking a swipe a my come stained leotard with her finger and having a taste for herself. “Can’t wait for filming!”

“Ok, that’s a wrap. Nylon masturbation down perfectly, you are definitely ready for filming our pantyhose sex scenes. Can you come back this Saturday?” says Tammy handing me a towel.

Why yes, I’ll be there early.

Next > Part 3: Jane Fonda’s Kinky Workout