Emily's day out - the fantasy continues

As we stepped out of the front door, I felt a sense of liberation that finally Emily was in the real world as herself. Some anxiety too – as I’d be a tall boy, and as a gurl I was positively Amazonian, as we walked along to the tube station I noticed eyes looking my way (and in the direction of my gurlfriends) – the girls mostly smiled and went on their way oblivious, but in the boys’ faces I spotted a different look – one which suggested that we might have dialled up the sexy a little bit too much. Whilst I’d gone for the slouchy look, at, as had three of the others the other three were in heels, VERY short skirts and my darling scots lassie had the tops of her stockings showing!
I told them all that there was a lot of walking involved in the day, but they just laughed it off and carried on walking along, hips swinging in the morning sunshine.
We boarded the tube, and I sat opposite the girls in skirts, catching a glimpse of lace encapsulated clitty as one of them crossed her legs – eyes locked onto mine – she knew exactly what she was doing! The discomfort of getting hard while tucked was a new sensation and it took all my willpower to draw my eyes away – intently reading the advertisements above the seat. We got to Tower Hill and walked up into the fresh air to look at Tower Bridge and the tower of London. I laughed as some of my friends struggled in their heels on the Victorian cobblestone streets, enjoying theirs and others admiring glances at my bum as I walked ahead explaining what everything was.

We’d been going for a couple of hours when it was agreed that it was time for a sit down and a cup of tea (and maybe some cake) – so we found a café and sat down, we ordered and I noticed the waiter’s groin enlarging as he looked at the legs of the bevy of beauties he was serving – seeing the effect, I noticed a few of us blushing – we chatted for a while, and the glam girls admitted that they may have made a mistake with the heels. The beautiful Irish girl slipped her shoe off and rubbed her nylon covered feet – popping foot up onto my leg under the table to allow me to rub it for her, she smiled with pleasure as I massaged her feet, noticing that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her glossy nude tights.