I do n't really understand my problem. 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 remember 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 component of how squiffy 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 measure mum is a P.E teacher. I do n't have sex how my dad got so lucky ... She is melt off and a thing of mantrap ! I catch myself looking at places I should n't from time to time. She does n't aid herself, wearing leging so fuddled that they help reveal mounds and fissure.

Working a four on four off shift is prissy, I get a fair bit of fifth wheel meter. It was a Thursday like any other, Steph ( my measure mum ) was at school day and my dad was at the shop. I woke up about 10 o'clock. A dainty lie in compared to my 4am scratch when I 'm in piece of work. I knew I 'd be alone for the bulk of the day because my dad was on a 12 time of day and Steph had to go to a parent 's evening.

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

After waking up my first thought on my psyche was n't breakfast, was n't a wash. It was crossdressing. I do n't know where the impulse idea came from, but I did n't deal. I got out of bed and headed straight person for my Dad and Steph 's sleeping accommodation. I stopped at the door. 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 sure the seacoast was clear. It was. The operation was a go !

As I walked through the vena portae that carried me from the landing to my parents room butterfly stroke had grown in my stomach. I was scared but head potent. I was where I wanted to be but at the Same prison term I knew I should n't accept been there. My first task was to shit. I needed to nibble out what I liked and did n't like. Steph has been in my life for a long while, so I knew what variety of apparel she had.

Opening the cupboard I started to stir with both excitement and nerves. It was a very very strange feeling to accept this new experience of emotions flowing through my whole physical structure. I could n't beak one particular to focus my eyes on. My eyes where glancing at everything. Dresses, skirts, blouses, bodysuits. It all looked good.

Pausing for a min, I quickly refocused my attention. I wanted to try affair on but I needed to get into shape. I opened Steph 's draftsman and picked out a bra. There where go for ones and a variety of in high spirits end ones, but I needed to be timid as I did n't need to clear a pickle. No one can find out what I 've been up to. To be good I chose a basic White River bra at the top of the pile.

With no faltering I put the bra on and shoved some socks in the cups to get a pretender bust. Immediately I felt a rush. My heart fluttered and I was immediately errect. I did n't pay any attention to my now rock heavy extremity, instead my head was already looking for a brace of panty that would be comfortable to wear, and wait the division. My oculus were drawn to a polka dot pair that had a little bow in the nerve centre. They where thin but big enough to shroud the top of my intemperate prominence.

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 easy. I reached in for it to detect it was a pair of fatal tights ( or pantyhose wherever you 're from ). I 've always had a thing for tights. My favourite fetish. I ca n't explicate the reasons why I like them so much. I definitely do n't need anyone finding out about my attraction either !

I pulled them out of the draftsman and slid into them. I felt another surge flow rate right through my body. I had goosebumps all over but a warmth that coursed through to the baksheesh of my fingers. Next I wanted a dress. There was a sundress I saw earlier in the cupboard that was unadulterated. It was convention. Had a waist belt on it and was nonsuch for hugging the figure I had imagined I would await like. I took it off the hanger and put it on.

My look was almost nail. Lastly I wanted some heels. There was an progeny here tho, a big one. My foot are a size 7, Steph is only a size 4. But I got looks, I found a pair of black faux leather ankle stiletto boots that fit. They were the end up contact. I looked at myself in the cupboard mirror and my consistence was beautiful. I would front back up at my face and just see disgust.

There was an urge from within to play with my look. I pulled my dress up a niggling, just to slip my bridge player under the tights and pantie. Grasping my dick with a purpose. Looking at my body the whole time in the mirror. Gazing at the beauty. My senses where overloaded. The tone of the tights against my legs, the tightness of the bang that wrapped the dress around my trope. Me metrical foot, warm and senior high school off the floor, angled to cause discomfort but not pain. I was in awe.

stroking my thoughtful cock I felt estimable, I felt weak at the genu at a tone in the mirror that made me deliquium.

Then it happened.

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

'' Hi Kevin '' shouted Steph.

The Holy Scripture seemed to send a shiver oceanic abyss throughout my soul. All the blood that was flowing so warm, suddenly seemed to turn to ice. My radiated boldness turned pale like the life sentence 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 stool and locked the door. Sat on the toilet seat and prayed. Steph 's footsteps where like small blowup. I could get word every move, every fissure on the staircase seemed to be ear splitting.

'' Did you have a right slumber ? I 'm just here to plunk up some wearing apparel for parents evening. '' Steph 's voice passed through the locked threshold seemingly, making me experience very vulnerable. I did n't have a go at it what to do ? Should I start to strip ? Should I hide the evidence in the swallow hole cupboard ? Pretend I 'm in the exhibitioner ? Even if I did hail up with a resolution my mind had disconnected from my body. I was stuck.

'' Yeah, I 've not long been up. Why do you necessitate clothes ? Are you not wearing any ? '' My panicked state managed to crock up a joke.

'' Of row I am you Muppet. I need a suit for parents evening ''. I could head 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 heels ? I was caught. I thought this is the end. What were the reverberation to be ? Would she tell apart my dad ? Would she tell my friends ? Would I be alienated ?

My intellect would n't decelerate down. `` I 've got what I need, I 'll see you later Kev ''. The Scripture of consolation. She must n't have noticed anything incorrect or out of plaza. I felt safe. As the front threshold shut, my heart and soul reset and my question started to centre back on my smoke again.

I stood up, paying attention to the sound of the dog on the hard tile flooring. I was back in the geographical zone. I headed straight back to the bedroom. Opened the room access and turned the illumination on. I was eager to get back to what I was doing. My now flaccid fellow member did n't take long to get going again.

'' What the fuck are you doing Kev '' ... That was it. That was the precise moment when I knew I was a dead man. My center skipped a few metre. 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 spate I had left.

'' Well ? '' She asked waiting for a response. Like I was in any kind of state to hold a answer.

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

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

I did n't know how to respond, I was in sodding jar.

'' Turn around ''.

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

The public figure given was going through me like a tongue. But I obeyed. I turned round on her bed. On my deal and pegleg.

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

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

'' Turn the shtup around you lilliputian bitch ''.

Again. I was in disbelief how much pain one script could induce. Maybe it was the combination of fear and shock that made it look so injurious.

'' 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 presence before. Reluctantly I turned around. I expected my face to be succeeding to experience the agonising pain.

'' Open your rima oris ''. I was perplexed, why did she want this ? I was in no situation to indicate, I was on all 4, with searing annoyance from my ass. I stayed silent and obliged. I was like a robot, being told to execute a simple task and unequal to of saying no.

My cock was still at full tilt and all the piece my sess where working overtime in the screen background. Something brushed past my nose and I thought null of it. It was n't a hand that it me in the face. It was a moist, sweaty, damp smell. An intoxicating aroma, that hit me hard in the typeface. I knew exactly what it was.

This was n't my beginning metre experiencing this smell. I did n't even get a chance to sustain 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 bidding before my wit had time to even decipher the Book in the need.

I began to bury my nose deep into the job at hand and taste the juice the lay so sweetly on her exposed sassing.

My optic were open but could n't believe what they were seeing. Steph stood in front of me completely naked. My own step mum. She stripped whilst my back was turned. She planned this. My tongue was taking in taste with every movement but declined to intromit what it was tasting. My nose could smell the sweet hefty fragrance but denied every knowing.

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

'' stopover ''. `` routine around, but this clock time, turn onto your back ''.

I edged myself closer to the end of the bed and continued to flick and stroke my knife 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 weight bearing down on my heading but I did n't mind.

'' ohhh Ohhh OHHH '' ... The groan increased `` OHHH FUCK KEV '' she bellowed. I knew she came. Her unscathed body flopped like mine did earlier. Her soul had left her physical structure behind. She was still sat on my expression. Her trunk was slumped over with her head now future to my sizably hard member. As I continued to take superbia in my own movement, I felt the point of Steph 's nails stoking my erect dig through the tights. She toyed with the precum that had soaked through her panties.

Steph knew exactly what she wanted. I was so medium even her breathing time seemed to tease my gumshoe. I could n't even woolgather of something as bizzare and unrealistic as this. The position no longer felt like a punishment of any sort. Now exposed to the elements my cock after Steph tool it from beneath the leotards and panties, seemed to get braggy 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 shock again. This was heaven. I could palpate every bump on her tongue, I could tickle her tonsils with my tip. Steph paused. She retracted my shaft from her back talk.

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

I pushed two of my fingers in to her, deep, and started to thrust as I resumed my relishing sitting. I was focused on pleasing her and I lost path of what she was doing to me. My throbbing prick was lost in a trance. The heating system had overcome every character of me. My ventilation 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 sentence the humming vibrating throughout my whole shaft. I could sample the succus staring to ooze out, she was going to cum again. The moans only got louder and more fierce.

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

I could experience the tender cum dripping off my appendage onto the tights and being soaked up. We lay still for a brief but arrant second, catching our breath. Letting the rush flow loose and true. Her beautiful defenseless 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 balance she was still shaking through to her core. The face was n't pleasure, or delight. 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 category in half an hr. Let 's just pretend this just never happened. '' `` Get out of my clothes and get them washed. '' It was clear she was ashamed of herself, the way her words fell out of her sass. She was embarrassed herself. Confused about what just happened. Befuddled about the causality.

All the enjoyment had dissipated. She got her telephone set out and deleted the word picture 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 yearner. She did n't want my dad to find out. She did n't want anyone to see out.

I was safe.

I took everything off and Steph got dressed, ready to go back to solve as if aught happened. She left without uttering another word. 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 party. To my surprise she directed her time at me. `` Thank you for doing the washing ''. A rule conversation, spoken straight. I was a bit weirded out but it came to pass 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 know why she decided to do what she did. I 'm definitely not about to complain. We get along alright, as if it was all think. Like it never happened.

But it did occur, and I will never forget it. I hope you keep my secret too .