A day at the museum
Posted on: April 21, 2009
The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, that is. That was the assignment for the sissy. To go to the museum and have its photograph taken outside with the facade of the museum in the background.
The stipulations were that the sissy had to wear the pants, blouse and shoes that it had bought for the occasion, as well as black pantyhose, black panties and black bra underneath its clothes. it would wear the wig, and it would have to put on its make-up.
Mistress Cassandra had left a lot of gaps in Her instructions, so the slut felt entitled to interpret the gaps to its advantage.
In the morning, after breakfast, it showered and shaved its legs. it put on foundation and eye makeup, as Mistress had instructed. it put on its lacy bra and panties, and then a new pair of black pantyhose. The silk blouse in fuchsia came next. It was soooo weird to do up the blouse buttons, and also the fastener on the pants, and the zip – everything on the other side!
The slut felt that Mistress had not been specific about exactly when the wig and shoes were to be worn. So the slut put on a pair of sneakers, a baseball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. Since it was drizzling outside, the slut wore a black overcoat and took an umbrella with it. It carried the wig, its pumps and the camera in a shoulder bag and set off for Central Park.
When it got to the park it found a quiet corner and put on the wig and the black pumps. It opened the coat buttons and continued walking towards the museum on 82nd Street.
How do you girls (real girls, that is) do this???? My feet were killing me before i even got to the Dairy. i had to use small, mincing steps to ease the pain on my toes, and i had an itch in my pantyhose.
it arrived at the museum and looked around. There were all these school kids on field trips – all of them very curious. “Come away from there Billy”, one little boy was told as the school mistress pulled Billy away quickly.
it stood for a while, watching, trying to find someone suitable to take the photo. After a few minutes i thought the best form of defense is attack. So i approached an asian-looking man and said: “hello darling. Would you mind taking a pic of me?”. He looked a bit bewildered, but took my camera and smiled. “Now don’t run off with my camera, because i won’t be able to chase you in these heels”, i warned him.
He took the photo, and i was out of there.
i walked slowly back through the park, then on the other side i changed out of my wig and shoes. i managed to get back to my apartment using the back entrance to the building, and only met one person in the elevator.
The brothel slut blog 
April 21, 2009 at 4:55 pm
LOL…gaps, schmaps…it did well. As the weather was very iffy. Excellent picture, and also it acted like the perfect tranny!