A Weekend Alone

I was alone this weekend, and good boy became good girl. For most of the weekend.

I didn't get too many opportunities to dress up because I lived with my family, but this weekend I was Bobbi again. My parents and sister were away for the weekend, and I had feigned sickness and stayed back. God, I felt like such a dirty, lying slut, who'd stoop to anything just to be girly and slutty; and it was making me horny.

I had just finished prettying up for the evening. It was Saturday, and I was wearing a tiny black minidress, with a wide leather belt tightly wrapped around my waist. The huge buckle glittered with artificial diamonds arranged in the form of a Playboy bunny. The dress ended really high, just about covering my tight ass when I stood, and when I sat there was no way I could hide my panty. The dress belongs to my sister, and she looks really elegant in it, but because I'm taller, on me it screams "Slut!"

I wore a strapless bra underneath that matched my pink satin panty. I had put little mounds of foam in the bra to give my chest the shape I wanted. My hair fell till they just about touched my shoulder, and they gleamed - I had just finished brushing them one hundred strokes.

Over my foundation, I had applied just a light coat of blush to make me look delicate and highlight my cheekbones. A hint of blue silver eyeshadow with a delicate line of eyeliner completed my upper face. Red lipstick with a coat of gloss made my lips sparkle invitingly, making them look so kissable. When I looked at my lips, I imagined them wrapped around the cock head of some hunk, kissing the tip. That was where they belonged. *Gosh* I was such a cock whore in my head...

I had spent a lot of time that afternoon shaping and painting my false nails bright red, matching the lipstick I now wore. They looked so perfect, rounded, nearly an inch long, shining red. I shut my eyes, and imagined my delicate fingers, with my slut red nails wrapped around the base of a huge cock whose head was between my equally slutty red lips.

Black pumps with one-and-half inch heels completed my getup, and as I looked in the mirror, I wished there was really a man coming over to take me on a date; not some fantasy in my head.

I sprayed a tiny whiff of Escada, and I was ready. I spent the evening curled up on my sofa watching "Pretty Woman" while I ate tasteless microwave dinner. I so wish I was Julia Roberts' character in the film...

When it was done, I changed out of my dress, replacing it with a pink nightie. Nothing slutty about it - it came to my knees, didn't show too much cleavage, but made me look pretty and desirable. I took off my make-up, and tucked myself into bed with "Phil", my home made 4" silicon 'boyfriend'.

The only thing that could have made it a better Saturday night, would have been a real boyfriend...