Emily's day out - the fantasy continues

, slipping on a lace trimmed robe I. slipped into the corridor tiptoeing to the bathroom – desperately trying not to look into the open bedroom doors as I went, fearing that I’d lose what little self-control I had left and not be able to wash and prepare myself for the day ahead – remembering that one of my jobs was to be a tour guide for my lovely American gurlfriend.

I stepped into the shower noticing as I got in how much I loved my newly shaved body, and also just how much sticky cum I had running down my long legs. Again, the thought of it stirred my clitty and I yanked the shower control to cold to make her lie down nicely again!

Using a nicely scented soap I lathered my body washing myself and occasionally slipping two fingers inside, ‘just to be clean’ – I ran the razor over my legs just to ensure that they remained silky smooth for that evening, when we’d planned to go to a club for gurls like us. My original plan was to do the tour in boy clothes, I had never been out in public as Emily, and hadn’t considered changing this plan at all – but as I towel dried myself I looked into the mirror and saw the ‘wrong’ face looking back at me. I knew there was no way I could spend any time with these lovely gurls as anyone except me, Emily.

I thought about what I had packed to wear, and remembered I had a nice pair of patterned leggings and a sloppy top I could pair up with a baseball cap and sunglasses over my hair and wear my usual trainers. I’d need to tuck my clitty away if I were to go out in leggings, but I’d seen one of the other gurls untucking herself the night before, so I thought I could make that work.

I sat in front of the mirror and made Emily come back, light, natural makeup today, with a light lip-gloss, just enough to make sure I was the gurl inside on the outside too.

I selected a pair of panties advertised for ‘no visible panty line’ and pushed my clitty backwards and under me before pulling the panties up, a bit tighter than usual. Looking in the mirror, I had done pretty well, the bulge had gone (pretty much) and as I pulled on the cool leggings, I admired the swell of my hips and my nice tight bum.