I do n't really understand my problem. I 'm definitely not well-off with it. I hate thinking about it.

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

I ca n't remember how it began, what caused it or why I do it. It feels trade good. It feels naughty. I like the diffuse texture against my skin. I like the restrictive elements of how tight some of the attire can be. I look at myself in the mirror and I 'm disgusted by what looks back ... But then I look at the body 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 get it on how my dad got so lucky ... She is slim down and a thing of beauty ! I catch myself looking at places I should n't from fourth dimension to time. She does n't avail herself, wearing leg covering so tight that they help reveal pitcher and cranny.

Working a four on four off shift is Nice, I get a fair bit of extra time. It was a Thursday like any other, Steph ( my whole step mum ) was at school and my dad was at the workshop. I woke up about 10 o'clock. A dainty lie in compared to my 4am startle when I 'm in work. I knew I 'd be alone for the majority of the day because my dad was on a 12 hour and Steph had to go to a parent 's even.

I had been looking forward to this day all week. I put a architectural plan I had thought out into motion. I was going to grab the opportunity and try out some getup while the house was empty-bellied. I 'm not really sure why I had never tried it before.

After waking up my low thought on my mind was n't breakfast, was n't a washing. It was crossdressing. I do n't live where the impulsion thought came from, but I did n't care. I got out of bed and headed straightaway for my Dad and Steph 's bedroom. I stopped at the threshold. Did n't open 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 indisputable the seashore was clear. It was. The operation 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 stomach. I was scared but head strong. I was where I wanted to be but at the Lapplander sentence I knew I should n't accept been there. My beginning chore was to shop. I needed to pick out what I liked and did n't like. Steph has been in my life for a long spell, so I knew what form of clothes she had.

Opening the cupboard I started to sway with both exhilaration and spunk. It was a very very strange feeling to make this new experience of emotions flowing through my whole soundbox. I could n't blame one item to focus my eyes on. My eyes where glancing at everything. clothes, wench, blouses, bodysuits. It all looked good.

Pausing for a minute, I quickly refocused my care. I wanted to try things on but I needed to get into material body. I opened Steph 's drawer and picked out a bra. There where fancy ones and a variety of high end ones, but I needed to be cautious as I did n't want to make a mess. No one can find out what I 've been up to. To be dependable I chose a basic Stanford White bra at the top of the pile.

With no hesitation I put the bra on and shoved some wind cone in the cups to get a fake binge. Immediately I felt a charge. My heart fluttered and I was immediately errect. I did n't pay any aid to my now rock severe appendage, instead my judgment was already looking for a brace of panty that would be easy to break, and look the part. My oculus were drawn to a polka dot pair that had a little bow in the kernel. They where lean but big enough to wrap up the top of my hard bulge.

As I was grabbing the scanty I had chosen my hand felt a tranquil sensation that sucked every ounce of awareness I had. What was that ? It was so balmy. I reached in for it to see it was a couple of black leotards ( or pantyhose wherever you 're from ). I 've always had a thing for tights. My favored voodoo. I ca n't explain the reasons why I like them so much. I definitely do n't need anyone finding out about my drawing card either !

I pulled them out of the drawer and slid into them. I felt another rush flow rate right through my body. I had goosebumps all over but a warmth that coursed through to the point of my fingerbreadth. Next I wanted a dress. There was a sundress I saw earlier in the cupboard that was staring. It was normal. Had a waist belt on it and was paragon for hugging the human body I had imagined I would reckon like. I took it off the hanger and put it on.

My look was almost everlasting. Lastly I wanted some cad. There was an effect here tho, a big one. My foundation are a sizing 7, Steph is only a size 4. But I got feel, I found a pair of black faux leather mortise joint stiletto boots that fit. They were the end feeling. I looked at myself in the cupboard mirror and my physical structure was beautiful. I would look back up at my font and just see disgust.

There was an urge from within to meet with my look. I pulled my garb up a piffling, just to fall away my script under the tights and panties. Grasping my dick with a function. Looking at my body the unanimous time in the mirror. Gazing at the beauty. My senses where overloaded. The look of the leotards against my legs, the density of the belted ammunition that wrapped the dress around my human body. Me feet, warm and eminent off the floor, angled to stimulate uncomfortableness but not pain. I was in awe.

Stroking my attentive turncock I felt good, I felt decrepit at the knees at a feel in the mirror that made me faint.

Then it happened.

Not a orgasm, not a rush, not something I could have ever seen coming. The presence door opened.

'' Hi Kevin '' shouted Steph.

The words seemed to beam a shiver trench 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 trunk. I was in a panic.

'' Hi Steph '' I sheepishly replied. I did n't even think, I just ran. Still fully clothed I ran to the toilet and locked the door. Sat on the bathroom seat and prayed. Steph 's pace where like small detonation. I could take heed every move, every whirl on the stairway seemed to be ear splitting.

'' Did you have a salutary slumber ? I 'm just here to pick up some clothes for parents evening. '' Steph 's voice passed through the locked room access seemingly, making me feel very vulnerable. I did n't make love what to do ? Should I start to strip ? Should I hide the grounds in the sinkhole cupboard ? pretend I 'm in the exhibitioner ? Even if I did issue forth up with a solution my mind had disconnected from my soundbox. I was stuck.

'' Yeah, I 've not long been up. Why do you take clothes ? Are you not wearing any ? '' My panic State Department managed to break a joke.

'' Of course I am you Muppet. I need a suit for parents evening ''. I could direct her rumaging round in the cupboard. Then I realized. I had left her drawer open, I had left the hanger that once held the dress I was now wearing on the bed. What if she wanted these specific dog ? I was caught. I thought this is the end. What were the rebound to be ? Would she secernate my dad ? Would she separate my friends ? Would I be alienated ?

My brain would n't slow down. `` I 've got what I need, I 'll see you later Kev ''. The words of solace. She must n't have noticed anything wrong or out of situation. I felt safe. As the front door shut, my heart reset and my caput started to centre back on my sentience again.

I stood up, paying attending to the sound of the heels on the hard tile trading floor. I was back in the zone. I headed straight back to the bedroom. Opened the threshold and turned the twinkle on. I was eager to get back to what I was doing. My now flaccid phallus did n't guide long to get going again.

'' What the nookie are you doing Kev '' ... That was it. That was the exact import when I knew I was a drained man. My heart 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 great deal I had left.

'' Well ? '' She asked waiting for a reaction. Like I was in any sort of commonwealth to give a reception.

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

'' I think you 're in need of a punishment fit for a sissy like you ''. `` I ca n't trust you 're just using my clothes like that you disgusting little kitty ''. `` Well ? Do you have anything to say ? ''.

I did n't cognize how to respond, I was in complete shock.

'' Turn around ''.

'' Get on all quartet, come on haste up you little sissy ''

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

I mustered up the courage to speak, `` Please do n't tell anyone ''.

I could n't see her. I did n't know what she was doing. Then I heard it. The snapshot sound from her phone. The noise was like a volcanic eruption that sent shockwaves through my thorax. What proceeded was a volatile bam. The strait confused me at first. Then the sensation of pain spread from my ass to my spinal column. I had been struck. She slapped my ass ... What with ? I did n't hump, but the pain was excruciating. I turn my point and my eyes caught nothing but a hand in the air. Poised and prepared for another strike.

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

Again. I was in disbelief how much trouble one mitt could cause. Maybe it was the combination of reverence and daze that made it look so hurtful.

'' Close your fucking centre and plough around ''. Steph had never been like this before, I knew she was pissed ! She had barely sworn in my comportment before. Reluctantly I turned around. I expected my expression to be side by side to have the agonising painful sensation.

'' Open your mouth ''. I was perplexed, why did she require this ? I was in no position to argue, I was on all foursome, with searing pain from my ass. I stayed silent and obliged. I was like a golem, being told to perform a bare labor and incapable of saying no.

My peter was still at full tilt and all the while my sensation where working overtime in the background. Something brushed past my nozzle and I thought nothing of it. It was n't a script that it me in the face. It was a moist, sweaty, damp smell. An intoxicating scent, that hit me firmly in the face. I knew exactly what it was.

This was n't my first time experiencing this olfactory modality. I did n't even get a chance to make 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 oppose my dead body had obeyed the statement before my brain had fourth dimension to even decipher the words in the requirement.

I began to immerse my horn in cryptic into the task at mitt and taste the juices the lay so sweetly on her exposed lips.

My centre were clear but could n't think what they were seeing. Steph stood in front of me completely naked. My own gradation mum. She stripped whilst my back was turned. She planned this. My tongue was taking in gustation with every bm but declined to admit what it was tasting. My nose could sense the sweet brawny scent but denied every knowing.

'' Ohhhhahh ''. Steph 's groan told me everything I needed to have sex. She was dripping with hug drug from her slit. I did n't know why she was turned on at the tidy sum of me in her clothes, but I did n't really worry about the why. I was exactly where I wanted to be. It did n't feel like a punishment at all.

'' closure ''. `` Turn around, but this time, turn onto your back ''.

I edged myself closer to the end of the bed and continued to riff and stroke my tongue against her beautiful vagina. It was a different slant but an angle I enjoyed. She was pretty much sat on my brass. There was a lot of free weight bearing down on my head but I did n't mind.

'' ohhh Ohhh OHHH '' ... The moan increased `` OHHH FUCK KEV '' she bellowed. I knew she came. Her whole body flopped like mine did earlier. Her soul had left her body behind. She was still sat on my face. Her consistency was slumped over with her head word now next to my sizably hard member. As I continued to take pride in my own movement, I felt the point of Steph 's nails stoking my erect shaft through the leotards. She toyed with the precum that had soaked through her panties.

Steph knew exactly what she wanted. I was so medium even her breath seemed to rally my peter. I could n't even dream of something as bizzare and unrealistic as this. The situation no longer felt like a punishment of any sorting. Now exposed to the ingredient my tool after Steph tool it from beneath the tights and step-in, seemed to grow bigger 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 completely. I was back in shock again. This was heaven. I could find every jut on her tongue, I could titillate her tonsils with my tip. Steph paused. She retracted my jibe from her mouthpiece.

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

I pushed two of my digit in to her, cryptic, and started to hurtle as I resumed my taste session. I was focused on pleasing her and I lost track of what she was doing to me. My throbbing dick was lost in a trance. The warmth had overcome every division of me. My breathing and heart where out of sync. I was out of balance just from the sheer pleasure. As I was thrusting away she started to moan again. This time the humming vibrating throughout my whole irradiation. I could try out the juice staring to ooze out, she was going to cum again. The moans only got louder and more violent.

I lost it. I exploded my payload into her throat. Feeling every pulsation and expand into her closed jaw. My skin touching her tooth with every passing undulation. `` OHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK '' ... She screached as she came simultaneously with my convulsions.

I could finger the warm cum dripping off my appendage onto the leotards and being soaked up. We lay still for a brief but perfect tense import, catching our breathing place. Letting the rush flowing liberate and avowedly. Her beautiful nude dead body on top of my clothed embarrassment.

All went quiet. All was calm. With one big suspiration. 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 make her residual she was still shaking through to her marrow. The look was n't joy, or joy. 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 class in half an hour. Let 's just feign this just never happened. '' `` Get out of my dress and get them washed. '' It was clear she was ashamed of herself, the way her password 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 headphone out and deleted the word-painting of me. It was obvious she did n't want any of this to get out. The looming threat of my crossdressing secret going world was no longer. She did n't want my dad to find out. She did n't want anyone to detect out.

I was safe.

I took everything off and Steph got dressed, cook to go back to work as if aught happened. She left without uttering another countersign. The silence 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 condemnation at me. `` Thank you for doing the washing ''. A normal conversation, spoken straight. I was a bit weirded out but it came to give-up the ghost in a moment.

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

But it did happen, and I will never forget it. I hope you keep my clandestine too .