It was about ten minutes before eight in the evening, which didn’t leave me too much time to get ready, the girls were due to pick me up at nine. As I stood with one leg on the edge of my tub, gliding my ever so sharp razor up my calf and thigh, I thought how lucky I was to finally get a night out with the girls. After countless nights of dressing to please my mirror, trying to feel wanted and adored only in my fantasies, I finally had my golden chance to express myself in the way I’ve always dreamed of, going out in drag with my fellow queens.
Just the thought of it ran goose bumps up and down my thighs. Although I’m a full figured girl, I have always loved to express my feminine sexuality either in the clothes I’ve worn or in the manner that I love to carry myself. Once my legs where done I slowly dropped my body into my warm and soothing bubble bath. I loved the feeling as the warmth water rushing to fill each and every crevice of my smooth yet supple body. My fingers massaged the fragranced water and oil into my baby smooth thighs, softly caressing my genitals and breasts.
