I do n't really realize my trouble. I 'm definitely not comfortable with it. I hate thinking about it.

I 'm a crossdresser. I 'm not gay, I do n't want to be a woman. I like dressing up as a woman.

I ca n't recollect how it began, what caused it or why I do it. It feels good. It feels naughty. I like the soft texture against my skin. I like the restrictive elements of how fuddled some of the dress can be. I look at myself in the mirror and I 'm disgusted by what looks back ... But then I look at the organic structure and I 'm in a trance.

My dad works at a shop and my step mum is a P.E teacher. I do n't know how my dad got so lucky ... She is slight and a thing of lulu ! I catch myself looking at places I should n't from time to time. She does n't help oneself herself, wearing leging so tight that they help reveal hummock and fissure.

Working a four on four off switch is nice, I get a fair bit of spare metre. It was a Thursday like any other, Steph ( my footmark mum ) was at schooltime and my dad was at the shop. I woke up about 10 o'clock. A nice lie in compared to my 4am starts when I 'm in work. I knew I 'd be alone for the legal age of the day because my dad was on a 12 hr and Steph had to go to a parent 's evening.

I had been looking forward to this day all week. I put a design I had thought out into motion. I was going to confiscate the chance and try out some outfits while the house was empty. I 'm not really for certain why I had never tried it before.

After waking up my first thought on my mind was n't breakfast, was n't a backwash. It was crossdressing. I do n't know where the impulse mentation came from, but I did n't handle. I got out of bed and headed straight for my Dad and Steph 's bedroom. I stopped at the threshold. Did n't spread out it, I just stood there, frozen. `` I better check and see if everyone has actually gone before I do this ''. So I went down the stairs and made trusted the coast was clear. It was. The cognitive process was a go !

As I walked through the portal vein that carried me from the landing to my parents room butterfly stroke had grown in my abdomen. I was scared but head stiff. I was where I wanted to be but at the same metre I knew I should n't have been there. My first project was to shit. I needed to nibble out what I liked and did n't care. Steph has been in my life for a long while, so I knew what sort of clothes she had.

Opening the cupboard I started to shake with both excitement and nerves. It was a very very strange feeling to have this new experience of emotions flowing through my solid trunk. I could n't blame one item to focus my optic on. My centre where glancing at everything. garb, skirts, blouses, bodysuits. It all looked good.

Pausing for a arcminute, I quickly refocused my aid. I wanted to try things on but I needed to get into human body. I opened Steph 's drawer and picked out a bra. There where visualize ones and a variety of higher end ones, but I needed to be timid as I did n't want to cook a mess. No one can feel out what I 've been up to. To be safe I chose a basic white bra at the top of the pile.

With no wavering I put the bra on and shoved some windsock in the cups to get a manipulate bust. Immediately I felt a rush. My warmheartedness fluttered and I was immediately errect. I did n't pay any attending to my now sway backbreaking appendage, instead my psyche was already looking for a pair of panties that would be well-heeled to wear, and look the part. My optic were drawn to a polka dot pair that had a minuscule bow in the centre. They where thin but big enough to extend the top of my severely bulge.

As I was grabbing the panties I had chosen my hand felt a smooth sensation that sucked every ounce of knowingness I had. What was that ? It was so voiced. I reached in for it to notice it was a twosome of calamitous tights ( or pantyhose wherever you 're from ). I 've always had a matter for tights. My ducky fetish. I ca n't explicate the reasons why I like them so a great deal. I definitely do n't need anyone finding out about my attracter either !

I pulled them out of the drawer and slid into them. I felt another thrill flow right through my physical structure. I had goosebumps all over but a heat that coursed through to the tips of my fingers. succeeding I wanted a dress. There was a sundress I saw earlier in the cupboard that was perfect. It was formula. Had a waist belt on it and was nonesuch for hugging the material body I had imagined I would take care like. I took it off the hanger and put it on.

My look was almost complete. Lastly I wanted some dog. There was an issue here tho, a big one. My feet are a size 7, Steph is only a size of it 4. But I got looks, I found a yoke of Negroid faux leather articulatio talocruralis stiletto boots that fit. They were the finishing touch. I looked at myself in the closet mirror and my body was beautiful. I would front back up at my face and just see disgust.

There was an urge from within to play with my feeling. I pulled my dress up a little, just to err my hand under the leotards and scanty. Grasping my tool with a purpose. Looking at my body the whole time in the mirror. Gazing at the beauty. My senses where overloaded. The flavour of the tights against my legs, the tightness of the smash that wrapped the dress around my pattern. Me invertebrate foot, warm and senior high school off the floor, angled to cause discomfort but not hurt. I was in awe.

Stroking my paying attention stopcock I felt unspoiled, I felt weak at the stifle at a look in the mirror that made me swoon.

Then it happened.

Not a climax, not a boot, not something I could consume ever seen coming. The front door opened.

'' Hi Kevin '' shouted Steph.

The words seemed to send a tremble deep throughout my soul. All the blood that was flowing so warm, suddenly seemed to turn to ice. My radiated face turned pale like the life had just left my body. I was in a panic.

'' Hi Steph '' I sheepishly replied. I did n't even retrieve, I just ran. Still fully clothed I ran to the john and locked the door. Sat on the stool behind and prayed. Steph 's footsteps where like small detonation. I could hear every move, every cleft on the stairway seemed to be ear splitting.

'' Did you have a secure sleep ? I 'm just here to pick up some dress for parents evening. '' Steph 's voice passed through the lock room access seemingly, making me feel very vulnerable. I did n't know what to do ? Should I start to strip ? Should I hide the evidence in the sump cupboard ? Pretend I 'm in the exhibitor ? Even if I did come up with a solution my nous had disconnected from my body. I was stuck.

'' Yeah, I 've not long been up. Why do you need clothes ? Are you not wearing any ? '' My panic State managed to crack a gag.

'' Of course I am you Muppet. I need a causa for parents evening ''. I could head up her rumaging round in the cupboard. Then I realized. I had left her drawer clear, I had left the hanger that once held the dress I was now wearing on the bed. What if she wanted these specific hound ? I was caught. I thought this is the end. What were the repercussion to be ? Would she tell my dad ? Would she evidence my friends ? Would I be alienated ?

My mind would n't slow down. `` I 've got what I need, I 'll see you later Kev ''. The words of consolation. She must n't have noticed anything wrong or out of place. I felt safe. As the straw man door shut, my pith reset and my head started to center back on my senses again.

I stood up, paying attention to the sound of the heels on the arduous tile floor. I was back in the zone. I headed straight back to the bedroom. Opened the door and turned the light source on. I was bore to get back to what I was doing. My now flaccid member did n't subscribe long to get going again.

'' What the fuck are you doing Kev '' ... That was it. That was the take moment when I knew I was a dead man. My fondness skipped a few beats. I was frozen. My soul was no more. Steph had n't left, she knew exactly what I was doing. It was obvious. The open drawer, the mess I had left.

'' Well ? '' She asked waiting for a response. Like I was in any form of DoS to give a reception.

Steph paused for a minute `` sit there and let me think what to do ''. All my fearfulness had come true, everything I panicked about was to become a realness. I was fucked !

'' I think you 're in demand of a penalization fit for a pantywaist like you ''. `` I ca n't think you 're just using my dress like that you disgusting little pussy ''. `` Well ? Do you throw anything to say ? ''.

I did n't know how to answer, I was in complete jolt.

'' Turn around ''.

'' Get on all fours, come on hurry up you little pantywaist ''

The name given was going through me like a knife. But I obeyed. I turned round on her bed. On my custody and legs.

I mustered up the bravery to speak, `` Please do n't evidence anyone ''.

I could n't see her. I did n't jazz what she was doing. Then I heard it. The snapshot audio from her phone. The noise was like a volcanic eruption that sent shockwaves through my breast. What proceeded was a explosive clap. The sound confused me at first. Then the sensory faculty of pain spread from my ass to my back. I had been struck. She slapped my ass ... What with ? I did n't jazz, but the painful sensation was excruciating. I turn my question and my eyes caught zip but a hand in the air. Poised and prepared for another strike.

'' Turn the fuck around you little kick ''.

Again. I was in incredulity how much pain one handwriting could cause. Maybe it was the compounding of fear and stupor that made it appear so hurtful.

'' Close your fucking eyes and turn around ''. Steph had never been like this before, I knew she was pissed ! She had barely sworn in my bearing before. Reluctantly I turned around. I expected my side to be future to experience the agonising painful sensation.

'' spread out your mouth ''. I was perplexed, why did she want this ? I was in no position to argue, I was on all Little Joe, with searing pain sensation from my ass. I stayed silent and obliged. I was like a automaton, being told to do a simple task and incapable of saying no.

My turncock was still at good careen and all the while my senses where working overtime in the background. Something brushed past my nose and I thought nothing of it. It was n't a helping hand that it me in the face. It was a moist, sweaty, moistness smell. An intoxicating spirit, that hit me intemperate in the font. I knew exactly what it was.

This was n't my beginning time experiencing this smelling. I did n't even get a probability to have one thought.

'' Are you going to do your job or what you fucking whore ? '' I was bewildered by the question. Again not knowing how to really react my body had obeyed the command before my brain had prison term to even decipher the Holy Scripture in the demand.

I began to sink my nose bass into the task at hand and predilection the juice the lay so sweetly on her exposed sassing.

My heart were open but could n't believe what they were seeing. Steph stood in front line of me completely naked. My own pace mum. She stripped whilst my back was turned. She planned this. My tongue was taking in taste with every campaign but declined to admit what it was tasting. My olfactory organ could smell the sweet right scent but denied every knowing.

'' Ohhhhahh ''. Steph 's moan told me everything I needed to know. She was dripping with ecstasy from her kitty. I did n't cognize why she was turned on at the sight of me in her wearing apparel, but I did n't really give care about the why. I was exactly where I wanted to be. It did n't feel like a punishment at all.

'' Stop ''. `` Turn around, but this fourth dimension, become onto your vertebral column ''.

I edged myself closer to the end of the bed and continued to flick and stroke my natural language against her beautiful vagina. It was a different angle but an angle I enjoyed. She was pretty much sat on my face. There was a lot of weighting bearing down on my head but I did n't mind.

'' ohhh Ohhh OHHH '' ... The groan increased `` OHHH fuck KEV '' she bellowed. I knew she came. Her entirely trunk flopped like mine did earlier. Her soul had left her eubstance behind. She was still sat on my face. Her consistency was slumped over with her pass now next to my sizably gruelling phallus. As I continued to take pridefulness in my own front, I felt the level of Steph 's nails stoking my erect shaft through the tights. She toyed with the precum that had soaked through her panties.

Steph knew exactly what she wanted. I was so sensible even her breath seemed to rally my dick. I could n't even stargaze of something as bizzare and unrealistic as this. The site no longer felt like a penalisation of any sort. Now exposed to the elements my cock after Steph tool it from beneath the tights and panty, seemed to grow self-aggrandizing than it ever had. I was more turned on than I 've ever been before.

As Steph licked and teased me, I stopped licking. I was in awe, she took me in solid. I was back in impact again. This was heaven. I could feel every bump on her tongue, I could tickle her tonsils with my tip. Steph paused. She retracted my shaft from her oral cavity.

'' What are you doing Kev, I did n't say arrest ? ``

I pushed two of my fingers in to her, deep, and started to hurl as I resumed my tasting session. I was focused on pleasing her and I lost runway of what she was doing to me. My throbbing dick was lost in a enchantment. The heat had overcome every part of me. My breathing and centre where out of sync. I was out of equilibrium just from the sheer pleasure. As I was thrusting away she started to moan again. This clip the hum vibrating throughout my whole shaft. I could sample the juice staring to exudate out, she was going to cum again. The moan only got louder and more violent.

I lost it. I exploded my load into her pharynx. Feeling every heartbeat and expand into her fold jaw. My skin touching her teeth with every passing wave. `` OHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK '' ... She screached as she came simultaneously with my convulsions.

I could feel the warm cum dripping off my process onto the tights and being soaked up. We lay still for a brief but unadulterated import, catching our breath. Letting the rush flow free and honest. Her beautiful naked body on top of my clothed embarrassment.

All went quiet. All was calm. With one big sigh. Steph got up.

'' W-w ... What the fuck was that Steph ? ''

There was no reply.

'' That was amazing ''. `` Why ? '' I asked.

Steph looked at me, as she stood up. She could barely hold her symmetry she was still shaking through to her core. The look was n't delight, or pleasure. It was disgust. Was she repulsed by what she saw ? Or by what had happened ? No.

'' I have to go back to work. I 've got a year in half an hour. Let 's just pretend this just never happened. '' `` Get out of my dress and get them washed. '' It was pass she was ashamed of herself, the way her give-and-take fell out of her mouth. She was embarrassed herself. Confused about what just happened. Befuddled about the causality.

All the enjoyment had dissipated. She got her phone out and deleted the picture of me. It was obvious she did n't want any of this to get out. The looming scourge of my crossdressing surreptitious going public was no longer. She did n't desire my dad to find out. She did n't want anyone to find out.

I was safe.

I took everything off and Steph got dressed, gear up to go back to mould as if cypher happened. She left without uttering another parole. The secretiveness was deadly.

Later that evening we were all sat down for dinner as normal. My dad spoke first, `` have you got up to anything today ? ''

I replied, `` not a lot, did some washing and that 's pretty much it ''

Steph looked up from her dinner. To my surprisal she directed her sentence at me. `` Thank you for doing the washing ''. A convention conversation, spoken heterosexual. I was a bit weirded out but it came to decease in a moment.

Steph and I have never spoke about the event since, no body ever found out, no body got harmed. It was a confusing experience for the both of us, I do n't love why she decided to do what she did. I 'm definitely not about to complain. We get along fine, as if it was all imagined. Like it never happened.

But it did encounter, and I will never forget it. I hope you celebrate my underground too .