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Daddy's Slut

Liam's POV ;)

I looked around the apartment happily, the candles in the room giving off a nice glow. I knew what I was going to do tonight; I was going to really entertain my longtime boyfriend. Since him and I met three and a half years ago he'd been obsessed with my feminine body, my now slightly long wavy hair, and my girlish figure.

I'd never really cross-dressed much before I met him, but I made it a habit to try it once in a while now when I'm alone in the house. After the first year I was sure we'd be together forever and I knew that he felt the same way when he asked me to move in with him. I moved in with him, and then I started cross-dressing. He never really knew about it, that I knew of.

After cross-dressing a couple times, I started noticing how right he was. I do look really good in dresses, the clingy material made me look smaller, and it made my pale skin look almost voluminous. I started noticing also how weird I felt in boys clothes, how weighed down and baggy I felt.

I started wearing dresses around the house when I cleaned while he wasn't home, and I always wear girl panties now, I told him that was because of him liking it. It wasn't all him, though. Secretly, I loved it.

I didn't know how he was going to take me cross-dressing for him. I'm not some little sissy bitch—okay sometimes I am—but only sexually. I can kick his ass even if I wear a skirt. But I wanted him to see how right he was, how sexy I actually do look in a dress.

I worked hard to get the house and myself ready for tonight. Up until this point, no one had ever seen me dressed up as a girl, and I was really second guessing myself. I had to have the house clean because I can't stand a messy house on top of everything else.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair curled a little bit, and my chocolate brown eyes have a dark ring of eyeliner around them, making them look darker. My cheeks were naturally red, not blushed. My pale skin looked almost like it is glowing, and the dress I was wearing curved with my body, fitting me tightly, yet just right. The dress sleeve comes off my shoulder, and exposes the skin there. It makes me look really sexy, and I liked it.

Zayn has a kinky streak, he loves making me vulnerable, he loves degrading me, he loves making me completely mindless, and he just loves basically making me fall apart. I loved Zayn when he was in full on Dom mode. He didn't get like that often, because I'm not submissive, but recently I'd been finding out more and more about myself... like the fact that I don't get off nearly as good as I do when he treats me like a slut. I loved it when he degrades me, and a part of me wants to tell him to do it more often.

Under the dress, my dick was wrapped up with a bow tied around it. I knew he'd like that, because he'd done it to me before. I decided not to even bother with panties, knowing they will just get in the way anyway, and that he'll just rip them off me... and break yet another twenty dollar pair of underwear.

I continued to scan myself, licking my dark red lips, and turning to the side. I looked at my ass in the black material; it is rounded and sexy, the material clinging to my body in ways that really accent it. The dress is short, not even meeting mid-thigh, about six inches up. My feet and legs look perfect, in the black heels I'm wearing. My legs normally look short in jeans, but in this outfit, my legs didn't seem to ever stop. I shaved every inch of my body before I got dressed, and I really look good tonight... really good.

"Liam baby, I'm home!" Zayn called from the living room. I momentarily freaked out, but calmed myself down, and dimmed the lights in our bedroom just enough to catch his attention at the end of the hall. I crawled on the bed and sat in the middle of it, my legs open just a slight bit, teasing him a little. "Babe?" he asked, his voice closer to our room, and my heart started beating faster. I heard his footsteps in the hall, right by our room. "Babe!" he called, and opened the door to our room, and stopped.