Daddy’s lil whore

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I had always been fascinated by the feel of womens clothes against my skin, and today was no different. Mom was away on a business trip to Canada, and dad was away at work for the next couple of hours.

I had always had an effeminate look to me, with me being 6’1” and thin as a twig at 19, I was scrawny. I had bought a black wig to go with the outfit that I had picked out. It was black 6” heels, black pantyhose, a black garter belt and panties, with a short black skirt and a little black tube top. I was hard just thinking about what I would look like.

I took a shower and completely shaved myself. My legs were silky smooth and my ass was too. The only hair left on my body was on the top of my head. I dried myself and immediately went to my room. I put on the panties and bra first. I had bought some silicone tits to slide into my bra so that I was now a C cup. I then slid on the garter belt and then the pantyhose. I just love the way the pantyhose feels against my smooth legs. I tucked my package away and slid on my skirt. Next I put on my tube top and zipped up my knee high boots. I applied some mascara, some black lipstick, and with the final touches, I put on my wig. I admired myself in the full length mirror. Damn, I looked like a $1000 dollar hooker. I was so hot I had a hard time keeping my hands off myself.

I was just lying around the house all dressed up when suddenly I looked out the window and saw my fathers work truck pulling into the drive way. I started to panic and went upstairs into my room. I jumped under the covers and took off my wig. At least he would not see me dressed up in my slutty outfit. I heard him open the door, I heard the thump of his duffel bag as it hit the floor, I was starting to sweat from my nervousness.

I could hear him as he came up the stairs, hopefully going into his room to take a shower. I then heard a knock on the door and without warning, my dad opened it. I could see a somewhat puzzled look on his face when he opened the door to my room. He saw my makeup. He came up to the side of my bed and asked what the hell it was all about.

Now my dad is an intimidating man, 6”4” muscular, toned, in his mid forties, about 220 lbs, with short black hair. He came up to the side of my bed and pulled away the covers, only to discover his son, dressed as a high-class whore.