In the quiet of the dawn, our sissy boy wakes to find his body betraying him, his cock straining against the confines of his tight tights and short skirt. He timidly touches himself, feeling the silky fabric and the heat of his own desire. His embarrassment grows as his arousal does, the sight of his reflection in the mirror - a mix of innocence and perversion - spurring him on. He tentatively strokes himself, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him, his juices dampening the tights as he chases his morning release.