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Just as the doors were about to close, a well-manicured hand slipped through, stopping the motion and making the doors retract.'Oh no!'It was Amber, the office slut and most scantily dressed girl in the building. My inner sissy was infatuated with her. I'd spent many hours jealously watching her from across the office, studying her gestures and mannerisms, envying her outfits.Her heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as she stepped inside the elevator."Hiya, babe," she curtsied.I smiled at her bashfully, mesmerized by her gorgeous outfit.'Why?' I thought, 'Why did she have to be working today!'As the elevator doors closed shut, she reached into her handbag, pulled out a stick of gloss, then seductively began isvecbahis (https://isvecbahis.club/) applying it slowly around her luscious lips.Every movement was purposeful. She was a creature of elegance, delicate and dainty, full of feminine grace and sex appeal.My inner sissy yearned to imitate her. 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I thought, turning to look away once more.By the end of the day, my head was spinning. Unable to focus on anything else. When I finally returned home, all I could think about was dressing up. Racing to collect the bag of clothes that lurked by the back door.'Just one last time!' I promised myself.In a frenzy, I rummaged through the contents in search of the perfect combo, something that resembled Amber's isveçbahis giriş (https://isvecbahis.club/) sexy outfit. Enjoying the sensation as I slid on the bustier, clipping the stockings in place, then tucking myself back as I slipped on some satin panties, sending shivers down my spine.'God, I loved this!' I thought, slowly lifting the skirt up over my ass and zipping it tight.After slipping on a silk blouse and some high heels, I rushed to don a wig, applying a thick coat of lip gloss, mimicking Amber's mannerisms. Within minutes the urge took over and I began masturbating to my reflection in the full-length mirror.My moans filled the room as I unloaded my juices, sending orgasmic streams of come all over the mirror. Teetering in my heels as the last few drops splashed against it and began slowly running down the glass, creating a sticky blur over my reflection.'You fucking sissy!' I heard a voice inside my head repeating loudly."That's it," I proclaimed, "no more!"Stripping off, then stuffing the items back inside the bag.After a quick shower, I slung on a t-shirt and a pair of jogging bottoms then picked up the bag and tossed it into a trash can in the back alley.For the next week, I felt a sense of normality again.Amber had been away on business calls and hadn't been in the office for days. The other girls at work all dressed very conservatively, which helped me to focus on my work and not fantasize about their clothing. 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My heart pounded inside my chest as I studied her style, her posture, her pure and sexual femininity.My breath became still as I watched silently, motionless. Frozen in a trance, my mind wildly planning out the next sissy session and what types of clothing I would wear.'No!' I thought, 'I don't do that anymore.'The internal struggle continued, forging a battle between my inner sissy and my stubborn self, desperately trying to cling on to whatever sense of masculinity I still had left. It seemed futile to resist the urge, despite my sincere and often determined attempts.The voice grew louder, "come on sissy, you know you want to dress up and act slutty... just like Amber!"It was true and I knew it. I did want that, more than anything.As the day drew to a close, I finished my work, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the elevator. I was alone as it descended into the lobby. My mind raced the whole way down, fantasizing about all the sexy clothing and lingerie I wished to wear.