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My Initiation
bycdandy©
Chapter 1

She was ambling slowly through the mall gazing in shop windows. A
stunningly beautiful brunette wearing dark stockings over long shapely
legs, a white cotton blouse decorated with delicate embroidery and a
beige skirt that seemed to hug the hips then flair out at the knees.
Unable to help myself, I stared openly at her legs beneath the skirt,
the shape of her gorgeous body, letting my eyes roam up to her small,
but perfect breasts, and up to her beautiful face. And there I lingered drinking in the beauty.

I'm a face person. There are leg men, breast men and bottom men but I
look at the face. A beautiful face always attracts me first. Especially
the eyes. And she had eyes that caused the pulse to leap and the heart
to flutter. Dark and sultry. Come to bed eyes. Somehow, I thought she
looked familiar. Hadn't I seen her somewhere before?

She must have felt my gaze on her, because she stopped and looked right
at me. Those beautiful eyes opened wide and her hand flew up to her
mouth, the colour draining from her face. She turned on her heel and
almost ran out of the mall doors. I caught sight, with a small thrill,
the flash of white lace below her skirt and thought I saw the distinct
outline of a thong through the thin material of her skirt as she
disappeared. I took a deep breath. Did I know her? I didn't think so but
I'd certainly seen her somewhere before. Strange reaction too. Perhaps
it was someone else she had seen. I looked around and mentally shrugged
then continued my window shopping trip.

I was sitting in my office on Monday morning when there was a knock on
the door and Mike Davis poked his head in.

"Steve, got a minute?" he said.

"Sure Mike, come on in" I replied. He worked in another department but
I'd seen him around the corridors. We were only really on nodding terms.
He stepped in and slowly walked over to my desk.

I looked at him closely. He looked awful.

"Hey Mike" I said "What's up. You look terrible"

He sat down opposite and looked into his lap. "It's about Saturday," he mumbled.

I searched my memory for what he could be talking about.

"Saturday? What happened Saturday? I said. Had someone in his family
died? Been robbed? House burned down?

"In the mall - Saturday morning. When you saw me." he said as he looked up.

I was sure I hadn't seen him but while pondering this he said "You were
looking right at me."

"Mike I don't know wh ..." I started

"I just wanted to ask you not to say anything to anyone. I'd be finished
here if it got out. Everybody would laugh" he said.

"Mike, what are you talking about?" Then it hit me. The girl with the
beautiful eyes. That familar face.

"That was y..?"

"You know it was. You were staring at me with your mouth open" he
exclaimed "Why do you think I ran?"

He looked thoroughly miserable. His fingers were screwing the end of his
tie into a ball.

"Mike, I never realised it was you." I said "I just was admiring a good
looking girl. I always stare at good looking girls." Pausing, I said
"You mean you dress up in...in.."

"Yes!" he said "Don't piss me about Mike. You knew it was me."

I looked at him.. Yes it was. The eyes of course. That's how I'd thought
I recognised him. I smiled.

"Mike." I said calm down. Have a coffee" I got up and went to my coffee machine, my mind in a whirl. How could this wreck of a man sitting in my
office chair be that wonderful girl in the Mall?

I took his coffee over to him and sat on the desk facing him.

"First" I said "I have no intention telling anyone. That's not my style. Second, I thought I recognised your face but dismissed it as a mistake.
Third, I thought I was looking at a beautiful girl, so I stared. Was
that really you?... Wow" I smiled.

He looked at me, searching my face for the truth

"You're not kidding are you?" he pleaded "

"Scout's honour" I said saluting him "If you hadn't come in here
confessing, I wouldn't have made the connection. You would have fooled
anyone."

"I didn't go out to fool anyone" he said

"Sorry" I said "Perhaps enchanted would be a better word." I smiled

He looked a lot better now. The colour was returning to his cheeks. He
smiled back.

"It was my first time out of the house y'know" he said "I've always been
too scared to venture out dressed... in.. you know"

There was an awkward silence while I searched for a line. The guy was
clearly upset.

"How long have you been err.. dressing in.. err" I said lamely. He
hesitated, perhaps wondering if he could trust me.

"Ever since I was young. "he said quietly. "I've always had a 'thing'
about women's clothing" he sighed "but I've only been fully dressing for
about 6 months. I've always kept in my house but on Saturday I really
wanted to go out. To see if I could look like a real woman"

"Well Mike.. You certainly succeeded. You looked one hundred percent
woman to me." I said. It wasn't a lie. I had thought I was looking at a stunning girl. Somehow, the idea now disturbed me, but in an mildly
erotic way.

The change was miraculous. He seemed to grow in his chair. The worry
lines faded and he grinned back at me.

"You're not kidding are you. I was so worried that I would come in today hearing lewd comments and people giggling. The idiots in my department
are always talking about somebody and I thought if it got out.."

"I wouldn't do that Mike" I said seriously "I'm not like that."

My own life wasn't too squeaky clean since my wife had left me -
Internet porn, late night chat rooms, cybersex etc. loneliness and a
lack of sexual satisfaction can do funny things so who was I to
criticise? And to be honest, I was fascinated by he thought of a man
dressing in female clothing. I had always found women more attractive in clothing than out of it. When you've seen one shaved twat you've seen
'em all and breasts were usually the same shape. But a girl dressed in
really expensive clothing – and especially underwear was, for me, a real delight.

"Thanks Steve" he said gratefully "Anything I can do for you..."

"Nonsense pal." I said "But I'd check my fingernails before coming into
work if I were you." I looked at his hands

He looked down and saw a speck of red nail varnish on his little finger.
We both laughed and he got up and went to the door, scratching at the
red mark.

"Thanks for being so understanding. I feel a lot better now." he said

"Don't mention it" I said "Oh and Mike" he paused looking at me warily,
"You really were stunningly beautiful"

He blushed and grinned but at the same time gave me a curious look . And disappeared closing the door.

Chapter 2

I saw a fair bit of Mike over the next few weeks. We'd stop and chat in
the corridors, he'd pop into the office for a coffee occasionally and
although he was in a different department, always seemed to be around. I
liked this. He was a good laugh but I never forgot that beautiful girl
with the 'knock-out' eyes.

One Friday night he popped his head into my door and said "There's a few
of us going to the pub after work. Wanna come?"

I thought it over. I hadn't been out for three years and I suppose I was
stuck in a bit of a social rut. Socialising wasn't my way of enjoying
myself anymore. "No thanks Mike. I got loads to d..."

"Oh please Steve. I'd really like your company. Most of them are real
pratts and I need a mate." He looked desperate and he called me a
'mate'. I was touched. I had no 'mates'. No friends at all really and if
he considered me a 'mate' then a mate I would like to be.

I laughed "OK then but only for an hour"

"Great" he said, his face breaking into a grin "See you at five." and
slammed the door.

He was right. They were pratts. Wannabe yuppies. Telling tales about
their workmates.. 'so and so was dating'.. 'somebody in purchase was
purported to be gay' - the head of sales was shagging the general
manager's wife... All they could talk about were other people's secrets.
It was all complete bollocks.

Mike looked at me, his eyebrows raised and murmured quietly, "You see
what would have happened if they'd found out? I'd have been crucified."

I nodded. "You work with this lot?" I murmured "They're morons"

"I know" he said out of the corner of his mouth. "I get this all day.
That's why you're here. Moral support." He grinned.

"No-one's spoken to me yet" I protested.

"Count yourself lucky." he laughed. "Join in if you want"

I smiled at the challenge and thought about it for a few minutes 'OK' I
thought 'go for it!'

"You know Shirley in asset maintenance control is a lesbian" I said
loudly. The group were shocked into silence.

"She's been seen with several women." I said. "Been taking them home for weekends. I understand she likes.." I whispered "leather and warm custard"

I had them. They were riveted and the silence was complete. A thin gawky
girl put her hand to her mouth and looked horrified but excited.
"Really" she exclaimed breathlessly. "What does she do with the custard?"

I cupped my hand round my mouth and whispered "Goes inside the leather.
Feels wonderful I'm told. Instant orgasm. Try it"

They broke into frenzied chatter, "I wouldn't have thought it"... "Is
she the blonde" ... "She seemed a nice girl"... "Custard?".. and so on.

"Who's Shirley and where the hell is asset maintenance control?" said
Mike, an amused look on his face.

"Dunno" I said "just made it up."

I think it was one of those moments that cements a friendship. We
laughed till our sides were aching. Tears rolled down our cheeks and the
pain in the diaphragm lasted into the next day.

"That's why I asked you to come" he spluttered "You saved my life
tonight" He slowly stopped smiling "It's getting to be a habit " he said softly.

I looked into his eyes and saw the girl again.

"Aww knock it off" I said "haven't had so much fun for years"

"How many years?" he asked quietly.

"Come on" I said and grabbing my glass headed for the bar. We found a
couple of stools at a quiet end of the bar and ordered another drink.

"Lots of years" I grimaced and took a sip.

"That sounds like a long story" he said quietly.

"Not really" I said "Wife left. Stopped going out. Got into a rut. My entertainment is the internet and .." I thought for a moment. "The
internet I suppose. The more seedy side." I confessed.

As the evening progressed our voices had tuned down to 'very soft' and
as far as I was concerned, there were only the two of us in the bar. The 'Yuppie morons' sounded like distant seagulls chasing a fishing boat. To
me, they ceased to exist! I told him of my sour marriage and my
loneliness. I thought Mike was lonely with his 'hobby'.. I felt I could
talk to him. He had shared a secret with me and I felt safe pouring my
heart out to him. He told me of his childhood. How he was an only child
brought up by his mother, how he could never talk to girls. The tangled
tongue syndrome! "I'm not gay" he said. "I like looking at women as much
as any man but my brain refuses to control my tongue." Perhaps that's
why I.."

"Shhh" I said as one of the spotty youths came over. All the others ad
left and he looked as if he wanted to join us.

"Isn't it your bedtime? Mum will be worrying" I said coldly

He looked at his enormous sports watch hanging loosely on his skinny
wrist. "Oh err... It's time I was going. Bye. See you Monday" And almost
ran out of the bar.

Mike broke into hysterics. "Oh bastard. " He said "he was one of the
better ones."

"Tell him he's in bad company" I laughed.

I looked at my own watch. Ten O'clock. Mike and I had been quietly
chatting for 4 hours. I couldn't believe it. However the quiet mood had
been broken.

We stayed another hour just talking men things. It turned out we shared
a love of music, books, wildlife, scenery.. a hatred of politics,
football and in that hour, we - sort of - laid down a trusting
friendship. We went for a curry afterwards and when I finally got home I
felt as if a breath of fresh air had blown through my life. I had been
out, made a friend and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

We met quite often after that. We'd go out for a few drinks and stop off
for a late night meal and usually end up at one of our houses for a
nightcap. He was, now, totally unashamed of his cross-dressing and we
discussed it a lot. He tried to explain what he got out of it.

"I always felt I should have been born a girl. It's the feeling of being beautiful" he explained one night. "At first it was just feel of the
clothes.. the softness of female lingerie against my body that excited
me but as time went on and I experimented with wigs and makeup, I
realised I could look nice as a woman."

I thought nice was a bit of an understatement. The girl I'd seen had
been nothing short of stunning.

"I spent months getting the right makeup for my skin tone. I search
loads of sights on the internet for cosmetics and read all I could on
how to do it. The clothes were easy." He shrugged "I know what I like to
see a woman wearing and just tried to match my figure to that."

"Ah the dreaded Internet" I said "You either love it or hate it but
it'll find whatever you want."

"Did you find that you wanted on the internet?" he asked seriously. I
looked and felt uncomfortable.

"An attempt at relief from loneliness I suppose, which didn't work. Some
sexual release – in the form of porn sites... Sex chat rooms, that sort
of thing. God but here are some really strange people on there. I think
I was becoming one of them too. Do you know I sometimes went on
pretending to be a woman just for cyber. So you may be saving me too" I
said seriously.

I didn't mention that my surfing, since we had become friends, had
included Transvestite and Transformation sites. Most of the exhibits I
had seen – the so called 'chicks with dicks' looked obnoxious to me.
Huge oversized breasts, thick plaster makeup, and dicks to frighten a
donkey. Their clothing was always garish, extravagant, pretend lingerie. Usually a tight Basque in red and black or lime green and orange and
they always looked so fierce! Often, they had their dick up another's
ass and both were smiling at the camera, as if in ecstasy.

There had also been the 'real' transsexuals. Men who felt as Mike had
been talking about. Who didn't dress for sex but for a change. Who had
feminine feelings and needed to express them. I never saw any as
physically attractive as Mike had been though.

Secretly, I wanted to see the girl again. Somehow I couldn't ask Mike to
dress up for me. Mike was a mate and I wanted to keep it that way. I was
also worried he might take it the wrong way and think I wanted to see a
freak show. I could see that girl every night in Mike's eyes. It was
slowly driving me bonkers.

Chapter 3

So I devised a plan. I booked a table at a posh Italian restaurant in a
nearby town. One where we wouldn't be known. I didn't think he'd want to
be seen locally. Then I rang Mike one Saturday morning.

"Hi Mike, It's Steve" I said when he picked up the phone.

"Morning mate" he said. We'd only parted in the small hours of the
previous night and he sounded sleepy.

"Look Mike. I need a favour." I began hesitantly.

"Sure, what can I do for you?"

"It's about Michelle. I've been wanting to take her out for ages and
I've booked a table at the Valle Dora in Ludley tonight." I said with a
rush. "And I'd really like to take Michelle out for dinner but I'm a bit
shy." My words were tumbling out now, "Can you ask her for me?"

There was silence on the end of the phone.

"Mike? You there? " I asked.

"You want to take err.. Michelle out for dinner?" he said hesitantly.

"Yeah – that's right. It's a lovely restaurant and I wondered if you
could ask her for me. I've been wanting to take her out for ages" I was repeating myself now and babbling. Beads of sweat stood out on my brow.
My hands were shaking. How would Mike take this?

"I'd ask her myself but err.. well I never see her." I babbled. Then
Mike caught on.

"You sure Steve?" he asked

"Yeah err – I've booked a table and err.. please ask her Mike" I pleaded.

"I'm certain she'd be delighted" Mike replied. There was worry in his voice.

"Ah that's great – Thanks Mike – Tell her I'll pick her up at eight. Bye."

I slammed down the phone before my nerve broke and sat on the sofa.

"Wow" I said and grinned to myself.

OK, I had all day to get myself ready. I felt like a kid on his first
date. First I went to buy some new clothes. The lot. I hadn't bought
anything for myself since my wife left. All my clothes all had that
'lived in' look. Then a haircut. By seven I was feeling and looking
pretty snappy. An hour to go. I paced nervously. Would Mike be on the
doorstep or Michelle, the name I had christened her. I'd be disappointed
if Mike appeared. As much as I liked him, I wanted to see the girl
again. That fleeting glimpse of Michelle had completely captivated me.

I needn't have worried. When the door opened, Michelle stood wearing a
stunning pale blue Chiffon layered dress. I was unable to breathe. She
looked even more beautiful close up, dark, long hair, small gold
earrings and a matching necklace. She looked a bit nervous, I thought as
she stood with her hands clasped in front of her.

I must have been gaping with my mouth open because she smiled and said
"Don't you know it's rude to stare Steve?"

"I – I'm sorry" I stammered "You're even more beautiful than I
remembered." And she was. The dress showed her figure to its best and
the dark coloured stockings revealed long, shapely legs. This wasn't a
man! It was a beautiful woman. I was speechless.

She blushed and looked down.

"Really" I said you're a knockout"

We drove to the restaurant and at no time did I feel as though I was
here with a man dressed as a woman. She was completely feminine, sexy
and self assured. The conversation was a bit awkward at first but soon
warmed up and I found that it became easy to chat to her about a range
of subjects. The conversation was completely different to the talks Mike
and I had engaged in. Mike never entered my head the entire evening.

Afterwards I drove her home and she asked me in for a coffee. It was an
odd feeling. This house I'd been to so many times with Mike and now I
was here with Michelle. All trace of Mike had gone though. There was a delicious smell of perfume, the lights were low and she put some soft
jazz on I'd never heard before. We sat on the sofa and sipped our coffee.

"Thank you for a lovely meal" she said "I haven't been out before in the evenings." She hesitated. "Why did you ask me?"

"I've wanted to meet you ever since I saw you in the mall." I replied shyly

"But you know what I am don't you?" She said an amused look on her face,
head cocked to one side.

"Of course" I said "I also know you are extremely beautiful, good
company and very, very feminine"

She smiled blushing again.

"And you don't find that strange?" she said "Let me put it this way. I
am a man dressed as a woman. Here, I live as a woman and at work, I live
as a man. Doesn't that worry you".

I felt I was being tested. I thought a few moments. "No. "I said. "At
work you are Mike, my friend. "Here, you are Michelle, A beautiful
woman. Here, You don't behave like Mike, you don't look like Mike and
you are a girl I have wanted to meet since I saw you. She blushed again.

It was late when I left her house with a promise of another evening out
the following Friday. That night, I pondered over our date. I knew it
was Mike dressed up yet I also knew it wasn't. Her whole manner was
different. There were no jokes, moments of loud laughter girl watching.
At her house, the music and atmosphere was different. I was in a girl's
house. I looked forward to our next meeting and for some reason was
sorry that I might not go out with Mike again. "I hope he doesn't mind
too much" I said to myself with a laugh.

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My Initiation
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Chapter 4

Monday morning, Mike dropped by for morning coffee.

"So how was your weekend" he said with a grin.

"Terrific" I said "and yours?"

"The best. Never had a better time. How was Michelle?"

I could tell he wanted my 'morning after' impressions

"Mind your own business" I laughed "seriously though, she was amazing."
I looked at his eyes. The only giveaway. Yes they were the same. No eye
shadow or other makeup of course but definitely Michelle's. They could
have been brother and sister.

"That about sums up how she felt" he said "And wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?" I said "I'm the one who should be thanking her for a lovely evening."

The following Friday was just as exciting. Her taste in clothes was
remarkable. This time she wore a simple, pale green skirt coming to just
above the knee with a short split up the side which revealed an
enticing, white lacy slip. Her white v-neck blouse showed just enough of
the top of the slip to stop the heart. I stayed later than ever that
night at her house. Our conversations were becoming more intimate and
the time just disappeared.

Then one Friday night, our conversations took on a new turn. She asked
me what I liked to see in a woman and what did I like to look at on the internet. I told her that internet porn was boring. When you've seen one
or two frenzied sessions, you've seen hem all. The girls were always big chested, shaven tarts and had all the allure of a store mannequin. I
told her I liked to see women with at least some clothes on. Usually
underwear, I'd said blushing, but there's nothing nicer than seeing good
legs beneath a miniskirt or pretty panties. A camisole top covering
small neat breasts was much more of a turn-on than bare breasts. The
outline of a thong under tight clothing would leave me panting. She
seemed very interested in this and kept up the questions of my feminine preferences.

"Have you ever tried any female underwear on?" she asked.

"It's something that never occurred to me" I answered with surprise.
"I've never really had any contact with lingerie. My wife had a white
cotton panty fetish and never owned a suspender belt or stockings. She
wore jersey pyjamas to bed and tights the rest of the time."

Michelle laughed. "You poor thing. You seem to like looking at it though."

I did too. I had browsed a lot of the online catalogues thinking I was
looking at the models but was I really?

"Yes I do." I said. "It always seems something taboo for men. I used to
go shopping with my wife and if she went anywhere near a lingerie
section, I would feel slightly embarrassed. You could see all the other husbands looking around at anything but the underclothes, as if to say
'I'm not really looking at these panties and bras'. Silly really"

I felt this was leading somewhere but I had no idea where. I found out
later.

As I was leaving, she handed me a small parcel saying "A present for
you. For all the lovely nights out I've had."

I started to open it but she covered my hand saying "Not till you get
home. Now go. It's late." She emphasised this with a squeeze and a
lovely smile that set my heart eating. I wanted to kiss her and, even
more, to stay the night. It was becoming more difficult to remember who
I was with.

Reaching home, I stripped off and headed for the shower. It was almost
three and I was tired. A long day at work followed by a long, but
enjoyable, evening. On returning I climbed into bed and reached for the
light. The parcel was lying where I'd left it on the chair.

Curious, I climbed back out and picked it up. It was very light and tied
with gold ribbon. I opened it up and looked inside. The contents made me
gasp and I felt I had to sit down. Inside were some exquisite, lacy
items of women's underwear. On top lay a silky pair of French knickers.
Cream, with a fine lacework around the legs and a delicate bow. I lifted
them out and held them up. They were beautiful. I ran them through my
fingers. The sensation was fantastic. They had a life of their own –
seeming to want to slip through my hands.

I put them on the bed beside me and looked at the next item. It was a
matching camisole top. The same lacework and bow. For some reason my
hands were shaking. Putting this beside the panties, I looked at the
last items.

They were a pair of sheer dark stockings. They were stay-ups with
beautiful lace tops. As they fell across my knees There was no weight to
them just a gossamer touch. I felt an electric charge in the pit of my
stomach. I was breathing faster and starting to get an erection. Should
I try them on? No-one could see or would know that I had tried women's underwear. I slipped one of the stockings over my foot marvelling at the
sudden smoothing out of my skin. I drew it further up and over my knee.
Being fair haired, there was no sign of hairy legs. Just a smooth,
slightly shiny leg. I pulled it all the way up and adjusted the lace
band round my thigh. It was as though all my nerve endings had come to
the surface at once. I could feel air sitting on my thigh. I moved my
toes and the material rippled across them. I pointed my foot and the
slight stretch travelled all the way up. It was fantastic. I moaned and hurriedly put the other one on. I now had so many stimulating nerves
needing attention, I didn't know where to touch or stroke.

I looked at the panties. Then making up my mind I lay them across my
lap. They were so cool. I put them over my feet and slowly drew them up
my legs. I had an erection now and containing it in these fine panties
was difficult but moving it about only caused more friction than I could
stand. I finally got them settled and reached for the camisole. I
slipped it over my head and drew it down. It just came to my hips –
cool, soft and incredibly sexy. My hands were just wandering over my
silken body now, testing every feeling, enjoying the beautiful clothes
as I looked down. My body looked pretty apart from the tent in front.

I opened the wardrobe door to have a look in the mirror and was
instantly disappointed. My man's head on top of women's underwear. I
looked just like all those cross dressers I'd seen on the internet. Men
dressed up in girlie clothes with a hard on. I looked stupid. It was
such a same to put these beautiful clothes on a man's body. My erection
slowly subsided. I went back to the bed and sat down. Now that I had
seen myself, looking down at the flimsy lace and nylon didn't seem so
erotic. I undressed carefully and folded them back in the box. I would
return these to her and ask her to wear them for me.

I woke early Saturday morning after a restless night. Dreams of being in
the office dressed in just ladies underwear haunted me. No-one had
seemed to notice but I kept trying to hide behind the desk in case they
saw what I was wearing.

At ten o'clock the phone rang. It was Michelle.

"Good morning Steve" she said gaily

"Michele" I said warmly "I was just getting up." The lie escaped all on
its own.

"I hope I didn't wake you" she said "only I been worried I might have
offended you with my present."

"Of course you didn't offend me" I said quickly "They were beautiful."

"Oh good it's just that ... well making a pasta tonight and I wondered
if you'd like to help me eat it"

I felt a thrill. "Hey sure" I replied "I'll bring the wine."

"Great "she said "About five then?"

"Five? " I queried "Isn't that a little early for dinner?"

"Of course not. It'll make a nice long evening." She laughed.

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone.

Chapter 5

I arrived at her door promptly at five clutching a bag with two bottles
of wine and the parcel.

"Steve" she smiled widely "I'm so glad you came." She reached out and
pulled my arm in through the door.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." I grinned. "Not every day I
get asked to dinner by a beautiful lady.

She closed the door behind me and I passed her the bag.

"I err... brought your gift. " I said lamely "They would look much
prettier on you. Please don't be offended.

"Of course not " she said taking the bag "come on."

I followed her into the lounge and sat down on the sofa.

She opened a bottle of the wine and brought me a glass. I'd made a good
choice – It was excellent.

She sat down beside me with her legs tucked up and looked at me very
sexily over her glass.

"What did you really think of the lingerie?" she said quietly

I looked back uncomfortably. There was to be no lie here.

"I thought they were exquisite. "I answered "I've never seen such
beautiful clothes. So soft and silky. "My mind thought back to my first impression. "How the stockings just seem to have a life of their own.
And the fineness of the panties, So smooth and silky. Nothing like my
own underwear." My voice had fallen to a near whisper as I described how
I felt as I touched them.

"Did you try them on? " She said in the same sexy voice.

Ah. The question I had been dreading. If I lied now she would know and
we could be finished.

"Yes" I said and looked into her eyes. There was a slight smile on her
face, but not a mocking expression - more triumphal I thought later.

"And how did they feel?"

"Amazing" I said "They were heaven." I described the feelings I'd
experienced. There was no embarrassment now. We both knew what had
happened. She must feel it every time she got dressed.

"Then I looked in a mirror. "I sighed "And saw a man dressed in women's underwear. I looked like those pictures you see on the internet. Usually
in red or black panties with a cock pointing out, a grubby slip
stretched over a fat stomach. You know the men with their heads
missing." I smiled sheepishly. "I decided I couldn't let anyone see me
like that and I looked awful. Not err.. pretty as I expected."

Michelle was nodding slowly. "I know Steve" she said quietly. "I've been there."

"No but you're stunning. "I exclaimed "You're a knockout. Take it from a
man who has splendid taste in girls."

"At first I was just one of your 'Internet headless wonders' she said
"but I knew I could do something about that. It took a while though" she admitted with a smile.

I nodded blushing. I had forgotten for a while there. "I'm sorry
Michelle. I didn't mean.."

"I know that " she interrupted. "Will you do something for me though"

"I'll try "I said anxious to make up for my blunder.

"Let me dress you" she said quietly "Complete. All bells and whistles.
Let me show you how you can look if it's done properly." She was
speaking fast now. Not letting me interrupt.

"I. err.. " I stammered

"If you don't like the result or what I'm doing we can forget it forever"

I thought for a moment. She took my empty glass, got up and went over to
the bottle of wine. As she was filling the glasses my mind was doing
some fast thinking. I had enjoyed wearing the clothes. I did want to
experience the feelings again and as long as only Michelle saw me, what
was the harm?

"Ok" I replied "I am yours for the night to do as you will, My Lady "I
stood up and bowed dramatically. She gave me my glass and I took a large
gulp.

She giggled, nearly spilling her own wine. Come on then she said and
walked towards the bedroom.

"What right now?" I asked

She looked back. "Mine for the evening. Remember?" she laughed.

I sighed and followed her.

I'd never been into her bedroom before and was surprised how tidy and
feminine it looked. A massive king size bed covered with an ivory
bedspread, decorated with pale, pink roses and green vines stood in the
middle of one wall flanked by two neat bedside cabinets. Wardrobes
covered one side of the room and a large vanity unit sat against the
other. The curtains matched the bedspread and were, thankfully heavy
and, more importantly, closed.

"Ok, clothes off" she said without turning and started fishing about in
the dresser drawers.

I hadn't banked on that but it made sense so I took my shirt off and
stepped out of my trousers and stood in my boxers waiting. She turned
round holding out a suspender belt on one finger.

I don't think his will go with them" she said and smiled.


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