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 fair sex. I like dressing up as a woman.

I ca n't call back 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 chemical element 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 dance step mum is a P.E instructor. I do n't know how my dad got so lucky ... She is sparse and a thing of knockout ! I catch myself looking at places I should n't from time to metre. She does n't help herself, wearing leg covering so tight that they help uncover mounds and crevices.

Working a four on four off shifting is nice, I get a fair bit of unornamented time. It was a Thursday like any early, Steph ( my step mum ) was at school and my dad was at the store. I woke up about 10 o'clock. A overnice lie in compared to my 4am starts 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 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 clutch the opportunity and try out some outfits while the menage was hollow. I 'm not really sure as shooting why I had never tried it before.

After waking up my first thought on my head was n't breakfast, was n't a laundry. It was crossdressing. I do n't know where the pulsing thought came from, but I did n't deal. I got out of bed and headed straight for my Dad and Steph 's bedroom. I stopped at the door. Did n't spread out it, I just stood there, frozen. `` I better chip and see if everyone has actually gone before I do this ''. So I went down the steps and made sure the coast was clear. It was. The cognitive operation was a go !

As I walked through the vena portae that carried me from the landing to my parents elbow room butterflies had grown in my stomach. I was scared but head strong. I was where I wanted to be but at the same clip I knew I should n't have been there. My first task was to patronize. I needed to pick out what I liked and did n't like. Steph has been in my life for a long while, so I knew what sort of dress she had.

Opening the cupboard I started to shake with both excitation and nerves. It was a very very strange tone to ingest this new experience of emotions flowing through my whole torso. I could n't find fault one item to focus my eyes on. My oculus where glancing at everything. Dresses, wench, blouses, bodysuits. It all looked good.

Pausing for a minute, I quickly refocused my attending. I wanted to try things on but I needed to get into cast. I opened Steph 's drawer and picked out a bra. There where fancy ones and a variety of higher end ones, but I needed to be cautious as I did n't need to piddle a mess. No one can get hold out what I 've been up to. To be safe I chose a canonic albumen bra at the top of the pile.

With no hesitation I put the bra on and shoved some air sock in the cups to get a bull bust. Immediately I felt a rush. My heart fluttered and I was immediately errect. I did n't pay any aid to my now rock hard appendage, instead my intellect was already looking for a pair of panties that would be comfortable to wear down, and look the part. My centre were drawn to a polka dot pair that had a petty bow in the gist. They where fragile but big enough to shroud the top of my tough swelling.

As I was grabbing the panties I had chosen my deal felt a smooth sensation that sucked every ounce of awareness I had. What was that ? It was so flabby. I reached in for it to find it was a duet of lightlessness leotards ( or pantyhose wherever you 're from ). I 've always had a affair for tights. My favourite voodoo. I ca n't excuse the reasons why I like them so often. I definitely do n't need anyone finding out about my attraction either !

I pulled them out of the drawer and slid into them. I felt another rush flow right through my body. I had pilomotor reflex all over but a warmth 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 double-dyed. It was rule. Had a waist belt on it and was ideal for hugging the frame I had imagined I would face like. I took it off the hanger and put it on.

My look was almost sodding. Lastly I wanted some heels. There was an egress here tho, a big one. My base are a sizing 7, Steph is only a size 4. But I got looks, I found a pair of smuggled faux leather mortise joint stiletto boots that fit. They were the stop touching. I looked at myself in the closet mirror and my body was beautiful. I would await back up at my face and just see disgust.

There was an urge from within to represent with my look. I pulled my dress up a little, just to slew my helping hand under the tights and panty. Grasping my tool with a intention. Looking at my body the whole time in the mirror. Gazing at the peach. My senses where overloaded. The feel of the tights against my peg, the concentration of the belt ammunition that wrapped the dress around my name. Me metrical unit, warm and high off the level, angled to stimulate discomfort but not hurt. I was in awe.

stroking my attentive peter I felt good, I felt feeble at the knees at a feel in the mirror that made me swoon.

Then it happened.

Not a coming, not a rush, not something I could accept ever seen coming. The front line doorway opened.

'' Hi Kevin '' shouted Steph.

The language seemed to send a shiver deep throughout my soul. All the blood that was flowing so warm, suddenly seemed to turn to ice. My radiated typeface turned pale like the animation 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 sewer and locked the threshold. Sat on the toilet seat and prayed. Steph 's footfall where like humble burst. I could learn every motility, every crack on the stairway seemed to be ear splitting.

'' Did you have a unspoiled sleep ? I 'm just here to clean up some clothes for parents evening. '' Steph 's interpreter passed through the mesh room access seemingly, making me feel very vulnerable. I did n't know what to do ? Should I start to bare ? Should I hide the grounds in the cesspool cupboard ? Pretend I 'm in the exhibitor ? Even if I did do up with a resolution my mind had disconnected from my consistency. I was stuck.

'' Yeah, I 've not long been up. Why do you need clothes ? Are you not wearing any ? '' My panic-struck state managed to collapse a joke.

'' Of course of action I am you Muppet. I need a wooing for parents evening ''. I could head up her rumaging round of golf in the cupboard. Then I realized. I had left her drawer exposed, I had left the hanger that once held the frock I was now wearing on the bed. What if she wanted these specific cad ? I was caught. I thought this is the end. What were the reverberation to be ? Would she tell my dad ? Would she recount my friends ? Would I be alienated ?

My mind would n't retard 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 place. I felt prophylactic. As the front door shut, my inwardness reset and my head started to focus back on my senses again.

I stood up, paying attention to the sound of the heels on the grueling tile floor. I was back in the zone. I headed straight back to the bedroom. Opened the door and turned the Light on. I was eager to get back to what I was doing. My now soft member did n't take long to get going again.

'' What the screw are you doing Kev '' ... That was it. That was the exact instant when I knew I was a dead 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 mess I had left.

'' Well ? '' She asked waiting for a response. Like I was in any sort of state to give a response.

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

'' I think you 're in pauperization of a penalty fit for a sissy like you ''. `` I ca n't believe you 're just using my clothes like that you disgusting petty slit ''. `` Well ? Do you birth anything to say ? ''.

I did n't eff how to answer, I was in terminated shock.

'' Turn around ''.

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

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

I mustered up the courage to verbalise, `` Please do n't order anyone ''.

I could n't see her. I did n't cognise what she was doing. Then I heard it. The shot sound from her headphone. The noise was like a volcanic eruption that sent shockwaves through my pectus. What proceeded was a explosive clap. The sound confused me at first. Then the sensation of hurting spread from my ass to my backbone. I had been struck. She slapped my ass ... What with ? I did n't know, but the pain sensation was excruciating. I turn my promontory and my middle caught nada but a bridge player in the air. Poised and prepared for another strike.

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

Again. I was in incredulity how much pain one hand could cause. Maybe it was the combining of fear and shock 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 comportment before. Reluctantly I turned around. I expected my face to be next to have the agonising painfulness.

'' Open your mouth ''. I was perplexed, why did she want this ? I was in no position to contend, I was on all four, with searing bother from my ass. I stayed silent and obliged. I was like a robot, being told to perform a simpleton task and unequal to of saying no.

My pecker was still at full-of-the-moon tilt and all the while my green goddess where working overtime in the backdrop. Something brushed past my nose and I thought nothing of it. It was n't a helping hand that it me in the side. It was a moist, sweaty, dampness smell. An intoxicating smell, that hit me hard in the cheek. I knew exactly what it was.

This was n't my first time experiencing this flavor. I did n't even get a chance to have one thought.

'' Are you going to do your job or what you fucking whore ? '' I was bewildered by the interrogation. Again not knowing how to really respond my physical structure had obeyed the control before my brain had time to even decipher the dustup in the demand.

I began to lay to rest my nose oceanic abyss into the task at hand and gustation the juices the lay so sweetly on her exposed mouth.

My eyes were open but could n't believe what they were seeing. Steph stood in presence of me completely naked. My own step mum. She stripped whilst my spinal column was turned. She planned this. My tongue was taking in penchant with every movement but declined to admit what it was tasting. My nose could smack the angelic powerful scent but denied every knowing.

'' Ohhhhahh ''. Steph 's groan told me everything I needed to bonk. She was dripping with ecstasy from her puss. I did n't roll in the hay why she was turned on at the mint of me in her apparel, but I did n't really 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 clip, turn onto your back ''.

I edged myself closer to the end of the bed and continued to leaf and stroke my tongue against her beautiful vagina. It was a unlike angle but an angle I enjoyed. She was pretty lots sat on my human face. There was a lot of weight bearing down on my head but I did n't mind.

'' ohhh Ohhh OHHH '' ... The moans increased `` OHHH screw 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 font. Her torso was slumped over with her head now next to my sizably hard member. As I continued to hire 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 sensitive even her breath seemed to tease my prick. I could n't even woolgather of something as bizzare and unrealistic as this. The situation no longer felt like a punishment of any sort. Now exposed to the chemical element my tool after Steph tool it from beneath the tights and panties, seemed to farm 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 whole. I was back in stupor 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 mouth.

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

I pushed two of my fingers in to her, trench, and started to thrust as I resumed my relishing session. I was focused on pleasing her and I lost track of what she was doing to me. My throbbing prick was lost in a trance. The heat had overcome every part of me. My respiration and nitty-gritty where out of sync. I was out of balance wheel just from the sheer pleasure. As I was thrusting away she started to moan again. This clip the humming vibrating throughout my whole shaft. I could try the succus staring to seep out, she was going to cum again. The moans only got louder and more violent.

I lost it. I exploded my shipment into her throat. Feeling every pulsation and expand into her closed in jaw. My cutis touching her tooth with every expiration wave. `` OHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK '' ... She screached as she came simultaneously with my turmoil.

I could palpate the quick cum dripping off my appendage onto the leotards and being soaked up. We lay still for a brief but consummate moment, catching our breather. Letting the rush flow free and confessedly. Her beautiful bare organic structure on top of my invest 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 support her counterweight she was still shaking through to her core. The look was n't pleasance, or joy. It was disgust. Was she repulsed by what she saw ? Or by what had happened ? No.

'' I have to go back to body of work. I 've got a class in half an hour. 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 word fell out of her mouthpiece. She was embarrassed herself. Confused about what just happened. Befuddled about the causality.

All the use had dissipated. She got her phone out and deleted the painting of me. It was obvious she did n't want any of this to get out. The looming scourge of my crossdressing orphic going public was no longer. She did n't want my dad to find out. She did n't require anyone to come up out.

I was safe.

I took everything off and Steph got dressed, ready to go back to work as if goose egg 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 laundry and that 's pretty much it ''

Steph looked up from her dinner. To my surprise she directed her sentence at me. `` Thank you for doing the laundry ''. A convention conversation, spoken straight. I was a bit weirded out but it came to pass in a consequence.

Steph and I have never spoke about the event since, no body ever found out, no body got harmed. It was a obscure 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 quetch. We get along all right, as if it was all imagine. Like it never happened.

But it did happen, and I will never forget it. I hope you hold back my occult too .