“Look Sissy boy, crossdressing is an art! You just don’t throw on any old schmate, rag and call yourself a transvestite!” said the hardcore phone sex mistress. “You have to learn the art, the skills needed to be a proper CD, or you’ll just continue to look like a hot mess!” she continued.
“First of all, you got to stop rifling through your wife’s closet. She just wears ugly stretch pants and polyester dresses the equivalent of birth control. Obviously she shops at low end retailers” scowled the hardcore phone sex mistress. “We are going to shop at some boutiques that will provide you with not only better fitting, fashionable outfits, but I will ensure that you look not only better, but sluttier. A classy slut if you will. We will get you lingerie, shoes as well. Next stop will be the wig shop, until your hair grows out to a decent length we have no choice, because that halloween shit you’re pulling doesn’t work.”
“Lastly,” said the hardcore phone sex mistress, “I am taking you to see a professional makeup artist who will school you in putting on makeup like a woman and contouring so you look like one as well” The crossdresser sighed, he knew she was right and he knew he had to continue to call her lest he be the ugliest CD around. You too, crossdressing sissy need to call immediately so you won’t be the laughing stock of crossdressers.
