I was so turned on in fact that I could not bear to wait until I got home to try on my panties and bustier. My original plan had been to drive to the next county after work, buy some underwear, and then rush back home for an evening of transsexual porn and phone sex, but as I drove the miles back to the city, I found myself pulling into a highway rest area. I just couldn't stand to not have those panties on.

Grabbing the Victoria's Secret bag, I ran into the men's bathroom and threw myself into a stall. Unable to control myself I tore my clothes off and stood there naked and frantic, my little dick hard and erect. I am such a little sissy anyway, with my frail build, lack of body hair and small dick, that I look pretty girly even without women's clothing, but the effect of pulling those g-string panties on and fastening the black bustier top in the back was incredible. I was a bitch, there was no other word to explain me.

Urgently, I began to run my hands up and down over my body, massaging my little dick through the lace of the panties, but hoping to prolong the arousal for as long as possible before I came. This was perfect I thought. Here I was, alone in this seedy highway rest area, thoroughly aroused by my underwear and the humiliation I just received. What could be better? I imagined myself totally in the control of another man. Him laughing at my little sissy form. I began to stroke my little cock harder and harder and harder . . .