Now that I am more comfortable walking in my heels, I painted my toes pink, dressed up in my thongs and little black dress and strutted my sissy ass. As I pranced and twirled, I imagined walking the ramp in a sissy pageant. Soon the slut in me took over, swishing and stripping, imagining being forced to dance in a strip club for a bachelorette party. The giggles and laughter of the pretty girls added to the humiliation and excitement. The bride was glad that she was marrying a real man with a real cock and not a little sissy with a tiny weenie.