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My Wonderful Neighbor By Belle Gordon Things were finally starting to look up. I'd graduated from university with a B.Sc. in computer science and landed an excellent job with a leading software manufacturer. The salary was much more than I'd even dreamed of and the benefits and conditions were amazing. With my first months salary in the bank I'd put a deposit down on an apartment. It was in a modern block in the center of town and was much bigger that I really needed. It comprised a hall, large living room, kitchen/diner, one large bedroom with an en-suite bath and one small bedroom. There was a second bathroom off the kitchen. I'd been lucky to find an apartment that was fully furnished as I had nothing of my own and even luckier to find one that had been furnished by an interior designer. It was decorated in feminine pinks and mauves with lots of frills and ruffles on the drapes but I could live with that. I moved my things in on a Saturday morning. All I had was in three large suitcases and comprised mostly of clothes and books. Unpacking didn't take too long. My clothes I hung in the large walk-in closet. They looked rather pathetic occupying as little space as they did, but I anticipated getting more very soon. The books I placed on shelves in the lounge. Having finished putting my things away, I explored my "new kingdom." I'd only looked briefly when I signed the lease so now was my first chance to examine everything closely. The master bedroom had an enormous four-poster bed with a canopy and drapes at the sided to close over at night. They were made of cream linen with masses of pink flowers printed on them. The carpet was a white, deep shag, pile that almost came up to your ankles and was incredibly soft. There was a huge vanity with three adjustable mirrors above it and more mirrors on the walls. The room was very plainly a woman's room. The remainder of the apartment was fitted out with everything one could possibly need, from microwave cooker to state of the art television and video. The more I looked at the place the luckier I was to have found it. Looking in the hall closet I discovered four bulging black plastic bin liners. I assumed they had been left for disposal but had somehow been overlooked. Out of curiosity I opened the first one to see what was in it and was amazed to discover it filled with dresses, skirts, slacks, and blouses, all of excellent quality and style. My heart was beating faster as I opened the next bag to discover it filled with lingerie. There were dozens of pairs of panties, bras, petticoats, slips, teddies, and Basques, garter belts, nighties, and stockings and tights. They were in every shade of pastel color and all kinds of materials from the finest silks and satin to plain cotton. Tipping out the next bag revealed shoes, sandals, and boots. There must have been fifty pairs varying in style and heel height. The last bag held more dresses, cardigans, coats, and separates. Obviously the previous tenant had wanted to dispose of all her clothes for whatever reason and had left them for collection by the bin men or more probably by a charity shop. I sat down in the midst of all this finery, my mind in a whirl. Suddenly all my long buried guilt came rushing to the surface. I remembered, as a boy, being fascinated with women's clothes and the excitement I felt when I sneaked into my sisters room and put on her underwear. I didn't fully understand then what I was doing, only that I loved the feel of her soft, silky panties against my bottom and my boy cock. I would probably have developed the compulsion to crossdress more had not my sister come home from school early and caught me wearing her things. She told my mom, who told my dad, who beat the living daylights out of me. After that I was too frightened to even look at a pair of panties again. Until now. All my secret desires that I'd kept suppressed for so long came rushing back. I realized I had a massive erection. Standing up I hurriedly kicked my trousers and boxers off then knelt in the piles of clothes. I grabbed a hand full of the silky stuff and wrapped it round my throbbing cock. I was so excited that the merest touch was enough to make me come. My cum exploded from my rampant penis spraying all over the fine silks and satins, and in such a quantity as never before. It seemed like several minutes passed before I stopped ejaculating and collapsed face down on the cum soaked garments. I must have blacked out because I woke up to find myself lying in all the lovely clothes with another hard on. I resisted the temptation to masturbate again deciding to sort the clothes and put them away. It took several hours before I had finally hung all the dresses on hangers and folded and stowed the other stuff into the drawers of the closets. The shoes I sorted into pairs and put them away in the bottom of the closet with their heels to the back and toes pointing outwards. The lingerie I put into drawers of the vanity, panties in one, bras in another, slips and camisoles in a third, garterbelts and hosiery to themselves and the Basques and more unusual stuff into another. The things that were marked with my cum I put to one side to wash later. After I had finished I sat on the bed and stared at all the wonderful clothes hanging in neat rows. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them but I instinctively knew that they would probably change my life. I looked at all the shoes lined up and suddenly wondered if they would fit me. There would be no point keeping them if they didn't. I reached for the nearest ones, a pair of black leather court shoes with 3" heels and pushed my toes into them. My foot slid down easily into them and with a wiggle of me heel I had them on. The fit was perfect. I quickly tried several others, which also fit. Trying a pair of strappy sandals, with exceptionally high heels, I wondered if I could walk in them. I stood up and almost fell with the unexpected shift of weight and balance. I paused for a few seconds to get myself balanced on the balls of my feet and took a step forward. I suspected it would take a lot of practice to be able to walk comfortably in high heels as I tottered and almost twisted my ankle. Having discovered that all the shoes were my size I wondered about the other stuff. I took a dress from the closet, held it against my front, and looked at my self in the full-length mirror. It was dark blue with white polka dots and it appeared to be about right but there would be only on way to find out for sure. Stripping off my shirt and trousers, I stepped into the dress and pulled it up to my waist. I pushed my arms into the sleeves and shrugged it up to my shoulders. It fastened up the front with large white buttons and a wide belt buckled round the middle. It felt perfect. The bust was loose because of the absence of breasts, but it fit nice and snugly at the waist. The length was just right finishing a couple of inches above my knees. I twisted from side to side looking critically at it, and then I turned and looked over my shoulder. My nicely rounded butt filled the back of the dress delightfully. I was very pleased with the way the dress hung and the fit could not have been better had it been made for me. Turning back to the mirror I was momentarily puzzled by what could be causing the front to tent outwards till I realized I was again hard. As if some external force had control of me, I raised the front of the dress and gripped my hard organ. Staring at my reflection I pumped my cock up and down. In no time at all, I felt my orgasm approaching. Stroking slowly, I came again spraying my cum against the image of myself in the mirror. Returning the dress to the closet, I gathered up the lingerie that needed washing. I walked naked into the bathroom and filled the bath. I added some bath oil that my predecessor had left, along with of a lot of other bottles and jars that I would look at later. As I lay in the hot water, I gently rinsed out the delicate panties that I'd soiled and reflected on my life thus far. Throughout my early school years, my life had been miserable. I was the subject of constant bullying, mainly because of my size (or lack of it) and my ineptitude at any sporting endeavors. I was the constant subject of scorn and derision at my inability to kick a ball, and my attempts at throwing one resulted in howls of laughter and taunts of throwing like a girl. As I grew older the ridicule was directed at my apparent lack of maturity. Where the other boys were starting to get body hair and shave I remained soft skinned and hairless. I hardly grew at all, from the time I was ten (when my father had thrashed me for wearing my sisters clothes), till I was eighteen and moved away to enter university. My stature wasn't so important living in a more educated and cosmopolitan environment. There was less stress on sports and more on academia, and as I was studying computer science, the nerdier you appeared the better. I disguised my slight frame by wearing baggy sweaters and growing a ponytail. Even now, at 25 years of age, I am only 5'6" and 125 lb. I need only to shave about once a week and that is in the hope of encouraging more beard growth. My body is almost devoid of hair except for my pubic region, and this is fine and blond. These things are all behind me now as I start my new job, settle into my luxury apartment and have a very comfortable income to support myself. Yes, the future looks rosy. Getting out of the bath, I dried myself on a large fluffy towel. I remembered I didn't have a dressing gown or bathrobe to wear, and I didn't want to dress. It was early evening and I planned to stay in and watch television and eat a pizza. Walking into my closet, I found a wrap that had been left with all the other stuff. It was pink cotton material with lacy ruffles round the hem and neck and secured with a belt of the same material. It is very obviously a feminine garment, I thought, as I tied it round my waist, but it's not as sexy as some of the other negligees hanging in the closet. And anyway, I wasn't expecting company so 'what the hell'. I'd washed eleven pairs of panties, four bras and three pairs of nylons and now looked for somewhere to dry them. Too many for the shower rail so I draped them over the radiators in the lounge and hall. What a pretty sight they all made, I thought to myself. II I'd finished my pizza and was dozing through a documentary about African elephants when my doorbell suddenly rang. I jumped with surprise, as I couldn't imagine who it could be. I went to the door and opened it ajar and peeped out, forgetting I had a spyhole. Standing there was my neighbor from across the hall. I'd seen her briefly when I was inspecting the apartment, initially, and the estate agent had told me where she lived. "Hi" she said, "I've brought you these," producing a bunch of flowers from behind her back and handing them to me. "Sort of a welcome present." She was quite tall for a woman and slim, about the same height and weight as me. A small bust but a nice curve to her hips and tush. She was wearing a V-necked sweater with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and a straight pencil skirt, low-heeled loafers, and short ankle socks. Her hair was a light auburn and pulled back into bun. It was held in place with one of those comb affairs that look like shark's jaws that grip the hair and hold it. She wore a delicate gold chain about her neck and gold hoops in her ears. She was also one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. "My name's Carol." she said, "Carol Parsons. I live across the hall." She half turned and pointed to her door. "Oh. Yes, of course," I stammered, as I stared at her, open mouthed. She smiled at my stupidity and her whole face lit up. I was bowled over. "Are you going to invite me in?" she asked. "Yes... Yes... Of course. Come in" I opened the door wide for her and she walked in. I noticed her eyes open slightly in surprise when she realized what I was wearing, but I was so entranced with her beauty that I had forgotten I was in the pink robe. I led her into the lounge and switched off the TV. "Please sit down. Would you like a drink of anything?" "Some wine would be nice, if you have any." I went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Only red, I'm afraid." I said. As I removed the cork I said, "It's very kind of you to bring me flowers. No one had ever given me flowers before. Thank you. My name's Belle, by the way. Belle Gordon." "Please to meet you," she said. "Belle's an odd name for a man." "Yes. Short for Bellerophon. My father's fault. He was a Greek scholar and I suppose he wanted a god for a son. But this is what he got." I swept my hand downward indicating myself. I blushed furiously when I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. She saw my discomfort and hit me with her radiant smile. "Don't be embarrassed," she said. "I like it. It's very attractive and suits you." "Er... Er... I can explain" "No, you don't have to. If you want to wear a lady's frilly robe that's OK by me." We sat, talked, and drank the wine. As the evening wore on we grew more comfortable with each other. I forgot the way I was dressed and began unconsciously copying Carol's feminine mannerisms. I crossed my legs in the same way and held my wineglass with my wrist crooked and fingers extended. "Are you married?" she asked me. "No, I haven't found the right person yet." I glanced round to where she was looking and again blushed scarlet when I saw she was staring at the panties and bras drying on the radiators. When she saw me blush, she leaned forward and patted me tenderly on the knee and said, "It's OK. I like a man who can express his feminine side." "I hope you don't' think I wear them," I exclaimed. "I found them here when I moved in. The previous tenant must have left them." "That'll be Ursula," she said. "She met a millionaire and ran off with him. Just abandoned everything. But if you are not going to wear them, why did you wash them?" "I don't know. They seemed a bit dirty, so I washed them." "Would you like to wear them? I bet you would." The wine seemed to have lowered my inhibitions because I surprised my self by saying "Actually, to be perfectly honest, I would quite like to see what it felt like to wear such lovely things. Ever since I was a child I've been fascinated by women's clothing." "Great! Let's do it. I bet I can make you look like a beautiful woman. You go and take a nice hot bath and put in lots of bubble and scented oils. Shave your face and any body hair you have, including under your arms. I'll just go and get a few things I need and be back shortly." "Oh no, I couldn't possibly. I'd be too embarrassed," I started to protest, but she had already jumped up and was heading out of the apartment. "It'll be great fun. You'll see," she shouted over her shoulder. I gave a mental shrug, went to the bathroom, and ran the tub. As I lay in the hot scented water, shaving what little hair there was on my face, I realized I was excited by the prospect of dressing as a woman. My penis was erect and my heart was beating faster. My hand trembled slightly as I shaved under my arms and my legs. I contemplated shaving my pubic hair, but decided to just shape it into a heart shape. I was quite pleased with the effect when I'd finished. I reluctantly got out of the tub and patted myself dry with a large fluffy towel. Amidst all the jars and bottles, I found a big box of lavender talcum powder and a puff. Taking it up, I dabbed liberal amounts all over my now smooth body. Carol hadn't said to do so, but I'd also washed my hair and conditioned it. I combed it out and left it hanging straight down my back. Slipping the robe back on, I was alarmed to see my cock protruding. No matter how I closed the front it still stuck out. In the end I just held the robe closed, and keeping my hands over the offending bulge, I entered the bedroom. Carol was sitting at the vanity sorting through the many items and arranging various things. She looked up as I entered and handed me a pair of silk panties. Without a word I tuned my back to her, let go of the robe and stepped into them. The pleasure I felt as I pulled them up my legs and settled them round my waist was exquisite. I arranged my erection so that the head was held against my belly by the elasticized waistband and although it was still very obvious it wasn't poking out like a bowsprit. The panties were cut high on the hips and were of black silk with little red roses all over them. There was a little pink bow in the center at the top that exactly fit under the head of my protruding penis. Carol stood up and bid me take her place at the vanity, but with my back to the mirror. She then went to work on my wet hair, trimming it straight and even, then with her hairdryer and a round brush, she curled the ends inwards all the way round the sides and back. The front she arranged into a Beetles-like fringe, all the time snipping and combing. Finally, when she was happy with the result, she sprayed lacquer all over it, and I had a very attractive pageboy hairstyle. It was time now to start on my face. First she plucked my eyebrows into a graceful arch, all the time saying how beautiful I was going to be. I had a moments of panic, as she was plucking my eyebrows, about what my colleagues at work would think when they saw me, but then remembered I was starting two weeks annual leave and by my return I hoped they would be grown out again. Satisfied with my brows, she now started on my eyes. A shade of blue eye shadow was applied to my eyelids, followed by a generous coat of mascara to my lashes. I am fortunate to have very thick and long lashes so there was no need for false ones. She worked foundation cream into the skin of my cheeks, forehead, nose, chin and neck, followed by a light dusting of powder and a dab of blusher to my cheeks. Finally she turned to my lips. She outlined them with a small brush dipped into a pot of lip paint, then filled in the center with a lipstick. I was instructed to bite my lips onto tissue paper, and then the procedure was repeated till she had built up a thick coating. Lastly, she applied a gloss that left my lips looking as if I had just wet them with my tongue. Standing back, she inspected her work, and then nodded with satisfaction. Happy with the result she reached behind me for a bottle of nail polish and started painting my fingernails. My nails are something I've always been particular about. I have always kept them clean and manicured and I become quite upset if I ever break one, though I've never grown them excessively long. While they were drying, she painted my toes in the same color, and I held my hands at arms length, spayed my fingers, and admired the lovely effect of scarlet fingernails. I naturally assumed there would be some way to remove it later. Finally she was finished and I was allowed to turn around and see what she had created. As I stared into the mirror, my mouth dropped open. Looking back at me, also with her mouth open, was a truly beautiful girl. I could not believe that it was me I was seeing. My blond hair shimmered as it fell to my shoulders and framed my face. The effect of the makeup was to soften whatever masculine lines there were in my face. My nose appeared thinner, my cheekbones higher and more prominent and my cupid lips were full and very kissable. As I continued to stare at myself, Carol pushed my hair aside and clipped pearl drop earrings to my lobes and a double strand of pearls round my neck. "Well, what do you think? Sexy or what?" she asked. I could only shake my head in wonder. "Carol, it's amazing," I eventually said. "If I didn't know it was me, I wouldn't believe it. My God! I'm beautiful! Thank you so much. What do you think?" "I think you're a very dishy broad and I quite fancy you myself. Now lets get on with the fun part, dressing you up to be even more desirable. Stand up and remove your robe then put this on." She handed me a garter belt that matched my panties. I knew the way to fasten it was back to front then to slide it round so the clasp was at the back. Carol told me to push the tabs down inside my panties so that I could lower them without undoing my stockings. The natural, honey tone, sheer nylon stockings she next handed me were a bit of a problem till she told me to gather them into a ball at the toe then to roll them up my legs. The sensation of nylon encasing my smooth legs brought back my erection, which had subsided somewhat during the makeup session. I clipped them to the tabs of the garter, and then stood up. The wonderful feeling of the tug as the tension was taken up between the garter and stocking top was sensational. By now my cock was oozing pre-cum into my panties. Observing this, and without saying a work, she got a tissue and dabbed it up. As she patted the head of my penis I almost came. I had to close my eyes and take deep breaths to control my self. When I thought I was calmed down, I opened my eyes to see Carol smiling at me as though she was enjoying some private secret. My bra also matched the panties and garter belt. It had lace ruffles along the top of the cups and a pretty pink bow between them. There were also bows where the spaghetti straps were fixed to the sides of the cups. Like the garter belt I clipped the fastening together in front, then swiveled it round to the back, then slid my arms through the straps and settled them comfortably over my shoulders. When the bra was in place, Carol came up behind me and pushed her hand down inside the bra cup. I didn't know what she was doing at first, but then I saw her inserting what looked like a real breast complete with nipple. She explained they were breast forms used by women who had had to have a mastectomy. When they were both inserted into my bra, I had a very realistic bust. They were silicone filled and reacted like real flesh that quivered and shook whenever I moved. The weight of them pulling on the shoulder straps was strange, but very exciting. They were not too large, about 36B, and suited my frame and build perfectly. Turning sideways I admired the line and curve in the mirror; I also noticed my cock straining to escape as it twitched inside my panties. A peach satin full slip came next. The delicate lace, round the hem and bodice, was contrasting beige and little bows again adorned the thin shoulder straps. Whilst I held my arms in the air, Carol put it on me and slid it down my body being careful not to muss my hair. Choosing a dress took some time, but we finally decided on a simple black sheath. It came to just above my knees and hugged my hips as though it had been made for me. The neckline was cut low at the back and V-shaped at the front. With some careful arranging of the breast forms and my flesh, I was able to produce a very convincing cleavage and the pearl necklace lay perfectly on the bare skin of my throat. I chose the black court shoes with the 3" heels I'd tried on earlier. Some gold hoop bracelets and a little gold watch, that Carol lent me, completed my ensemble. Standing and twirling in front of the mirror there was no question I was a knock out. Hearing a low whistle I turned to see Carol shaking her head in wonder at the transformation that had taken place. '"You like?" I asked. "You are sensational," she said. "I can't believe how good you look. I knew when I first saw you that you had something special going for you, but you surpass my wildest expectations. Belle, you are a natural woman. Have a practice walking and sitting while I go and change." "Why do you need to change?" I asked. "Because, doll face, you and I are going out on the town. You cannot look so good and stay hidden away. You need to get out there and get the guys drooling over you." "But wait a minute..." Too late, she had already gone. Whilst I waited, I did as she suggested and practiced sitting, standing and walking. I soon got my balance in the heels and learned to take small steps and place one foot in front of the other. The rest came quickly and naturally to me. I instinctively adopted feminine gestures. I kept my knees together when I sat and remembered to smooth the back of my dress before sitting. By the time Carol returned I was fairly competent. Carol had changed into a cocktail dress, similar to mine, but in red. She'd done her hair and put on stocking and heels. She handed me a small clutch bag, explaining that girls do not have pockets in which to keep their things. Looking inside I found lipstick, compact, tissues, credit card and a condom. "You never know," she said, when I queried this last item. We took the elevator down to the foyer and the porter called us a taxi. Although I saw him everyday, he didn't recognize me, and I felt a little reassured. "No one will ever know its you," Carol assured me. As we got into the taxi, I glanced back and saw the doorman who was holding the door of the car for us ogling me and I noticed a definite bulging at his crutch. For some reason, this gave me an enormous thrill, to think I could have this effect on a man, and my own cock, which I'd carefully tucked away between my legs, started stirring again. We went to a hotel and had a drink in the bar before entering the restaurant for dinner. The waiter made a huge fuss over us and flirted outrageously. When we left and headed for the ballroom, I was quite giddy with excitement from all the attention we'd received and the thrill of being in public dressed as a woman. If the dishy waiter knew I was a man, I thought, he'd probably have a fit. Before we entered the ballroom, I whispered to Carol that I needed to spend a penny. "Follow me," she said, and veered off to the ladies cloakroom. I was a little apprehensive, as I'd never in my life been into a ladies loo before, but, I reasoned, I couldn't use the men's, so I had no choice. There were about six or seven ladies in there, some in the stalls, and some touching up make up at the mirrors. I was greatly relieved that no one seemed to take any notice of me as I entered a cubicle. I hitched up my skirt and slip and slid my panties down and was about to pee standing up when I thought that if someone saw which way my toes were pointing under the division screen they would be bound to get suspicious, so I turned and sat down. I discovered it was easier to do it sitting and much less messy. I dabbed my penis dry with paper so as not to mark my panties, tucked myself under and rearranged my clothes. Carol was touching up her lipstick when I emerged. I joined her, took my own lipstick from my purse, and tentatively touched it to my lips. I hoped no one would see my lack of expertise, but all were too preoccupied with their own make up to notice me. We found a table and ordered drinks. I was worried that someone might ask me to dance and mentioned my fear to Carol. "I should hope you would be asked," she snorted, "A beautiful woman like you should not have to sit out dances." "But I've never dance with a man before, and what if he should suspect." "No one is going to suspect you are anything but a beautiful and desirable woman, so don't worry. Look, all you have to do is let the man lead, just go where he takes you and it'll be all right. It looks like you are about to find out what it is like to dance with a man." As she said this, a handsome man in a tuxedo approached the table. I half hoped he would ask Carol, but with a small bow, he held out is hand to me. Taking a deep mental breath, I smiled, took his hand, and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. The dancing area was quite crowded as he took me in his arms and moved me backward into the midst of the other dancers. This was the first time I had been so close to another man before. His aftershave and the musky odor of his skin were a heady fragrance. His arms were so big and strong that I was almost crushed as he enveloped me in them, and I could feel his muscular back rippling through his suit. "You're a very beautiful woman," he whispered in my ear. I could feel his hips pressing into my stomach and the unmistakable hardness of an erect cock rubbing against me. My own penis was threatening to burst forth with the excitement of the moment and realization that I could have this effect on another man. I had never considered myself in any way gay before, but now the awful truth was that I was excited and turned on dancing in the arms of this man. Furthermore I knew he had an erection because of me and I was flattered to have caused it. "I'd love to fuck you," he breathed into my ear as he nuzzled my neck. I was shocked to hear such a thing. Of course, the logical consequence of dressing and acting like a woman was to be treated like a woman. It was a facet of the escapade I hadn't thought through. Did I want to be fucked by a man? I didn't know. I was too new to transvestitism to be able to decide. I did know I was tremendously stimulated by the fact that this man was excited by me and that he wanted to make love to me. "Thank you," I replied. "I'm very flattered you find me attractive, but as I've only just met you, I'm afraid I have to decline your offer" "Oh well, it was worth a try" he said, as he led me back to the table. With another polite bow, he left me. Carol had just returned also and she looked at my flushed state and said "Well?" "He said he wanted to fuck me," I said. "I'm not surprised," she said, "What did you say?" "I said I didn't know him." "Implying that if you did know him, you would let him do it?" "Yes. I mean No. I don't know what I mean. This is all so new to me I don't really know what I feel. It came as a shock when he said it. I'd never even considered doing anything like that before. I'm so confused. Can we go home now, this is enough excitement for one night." III Next morning, I awoke and wondered if it had not all been a dream. Thoughts and feelings came back to me of the wonderful experience of wearing all the lovely clothes of a woman. Of Carol, and her beautiful smile. Of going to the hotel and dancing with a man who declared he wanted to fuck me. The more that I thought about it the more confused I became. I didn't think I wanted to be fucked, but then again, I wasn't sure. Deep down the prospect was very exciting. Getting out of bed, I padded barefoot to the bathroom and unthinkingly sat on the bowl to urinate. I'd worn a lilac, silk baby-doll nightie, with matching panties, to sleep in that I couldn't remember putting on. It just seemed the natural thing to do. Looking in the mirror, I saw that I'd also removed my make up the night before. I brushed my hair and was pleased to see that it had kept the style Carol had set it in, and with a shake of the head, it again framed my face. I found a negligee in the closet, slipped my arms into the sleeves, tied it together at the bust with a bow and went to find some breakfast. As I sat in the breakfast nook eating toast and orange juice, my doorbell rang. It was Carol, her radiant smile lighting her face, who sailed in with a cheery "Hello gorgeous. How's my beautiful girl this morning?" She kissed me on my lips, and my heart missed a beat. She sat down and poured herself a coffee. She was wearing a tailored charcoal gray linen suit and white silk blouse, black high-heeled shoes, and tan stockings. Her hair was done in a French plait that exposed her dainty ears. Gold earrings hung from her lobes, and the same chain she'd worn last night was round her neck. She looked every inch the high-powered executive. "My, you do look smart" I said "are you going somewhere?" "Yes, I have an appointment with my lawyer this morning, but we can meet for lunch and then go shopping. What do you say?" "OK," I said, not quite sure what I was letting myself in for. "What shall I wear?" meaning, I wasn't sure whether she wanted me en-femme or in my male attire. "I'll look something out for you," she said, as she disappeared into my bedroom. A few minutes later she was back and heading for the door. "See you later." After a leisurely bath, taking care not to wet my hair, I walked naked into the bedroom to see what she had chosen for me to wear. Lying on the counterpane, with my lingerie, was a lovely printed floral two-piece suit. The skirt was basically blue with yellow and red flowers, flared and pleated. The little bolero jacked had three quarter length sleeves and a single button fastening. She'd also left me an ivory silk blouse. Seated at the vanity I spent a lot of time getting my make up just right. I didn't want to overdo it, so I applied just a hint of eye shadow and just enough mascara to darken my lashes, a little blusher and pale pink lipstick. I was very pleased with the result and congratulated myself on becoming quite an expert. Glancing at my watch, I decided I'd better hurry if I was to make our rendezvous. Stepping into the lace trimmed black satin panties, pulling them up my legs and snuggling them round my bottom, I started to get hard. By the time I'd got the matching bra on and inserted my breast form, I was fully erect. Pre-cum was dripping from the head of my penis by the time I'd fixed my stockings to the garter belt. I slipped the shoes onto my feet and stood in front of the mirror rubbing my cock through the silky panties. In no time at all, cum erupted from the rigid phallus being stroked by the beautiful girl standing there. It shot through the air, splashing onto the reflected image, and formed tracks as it slid down the mirror. I collapsed backwards onto the bed, gripping my cock as semen dribbled from the eye. Several minutes later, I arose, cleaned the mess up and changed my panties. I finished dressing, (the two piece fitted me perfectly), checked my purse, and left the apartment. The porter again failed to recognize me as he hailed a cab for me. I was very nervous getting into the taxi as this was not only the first time I'd been out in daylight but also my first solo outing. I was reassured somewhat by the taxi driver's indifference to me and to everything else except the congestion on the streets. I arrived at our meeting with a little time to spare, so I found a table and ordered a gin and tonic to help calm my nerves. When Carol arrived, she again kissed me on my lips and sat down full of chat. Lunch was soon over so we headed for the shops. Carol wanted a new outfit for an important date she had coming up and she said she had seen the perfect thing in a little boutique she knew. The owner greeted Carol warmly and they were soon involved in choosing a dress. I spent my time looking at the lovely things on display especially the lingerie. I realized it was the first time I had been able to openly inspect intimate items of feminine wear. Before, I'd always had to do it surreptitiously and with guilt. I found a lovely Basque that I simply had to have. It was purple and black lace with little roses stitched all over the front and a lace frill round the bottom edge and bra cups. The sides and back were a stretchy elastic material and the bra straps and garters were detachable. I showed it to Carol and she insisted I try it on there and then and led me into the changing room. "What about...?" I nodded my head in the direction of the owner. "Oh, don't worry about Mrs. Abernathy. She knows everyone's secrets and is very discreet." Carol helped me undress and remove my bra and garter belt, and then wrapped the Basque round my waist. It took some doing to fasten all the hooks and eyes down the back, but when it was done, the feeling of being tightly constrained was well worth the struggle. I re-inserted the breast forms and re-connected my stockings. The effect was breathtaking. Despite having carefully tucked way my penis before I'd left my apartment, seeing myself dressed in this sensational article made me instantly hard again. As I gazed enraptured at my reflection, Carol slid her hands round my waist and gripped my cock. She watched, over my shoulder, as she slowly started to masturbate me. I half turned my head, and her lips met mine in a kiss that was soft and tender. Turning me completely round she took me in her arms and kissed me long and deeply. Her tongue forced it's way into my mouth. I sucked it, tasting her sweet breath. She rubbed my cock harder and faster, and I was soon approaching my climax. I gasped as she pushed me over the edge and my cum again spurted into the air. At the moment of my ejaculation, I opened my eyes and saw, in the mirror, Mrs. Abernathy watching the spectacle. I was too far-gone to do anything about covering myself, and she had a perfect view of my rampant penis being furiously pumped by Carol and spraying semen onto the carpet of her changing room. As I watched her, she smiled at me and withdrew behind the curtain to reappear a few seconds later with a new pair of panties, which she to handed me. I changed my panties, but decided to keep the Basque on. Leaving the changing room, I was embarrassed meeting Mrs. Abernathy, but she behaved as if nothing untoward had taken place. I paid her for the Basque and panties, and, as she handed me a receipt, she said, "I hope you enjoy your purchases, sir. Please come again. We have a lot of customers like you and are always happy to serve them." Later, as well strolled round the mall, I told Carol that Mrs. Abernathy had seen what we'd done in the changing room. "Well, I hope she enjoyed it," she said and started to giggle. "I certainly did. Did you?" "Oh yes. But I was terrified another customer would walk in and catch us.' IV Later that evening, I relaxed on the couch. I'd changed into a casual sleeveless summer dress with a wide skirt. I'd kept the Basque on; as I loved the feeling of constraint it gave me, but had removed my panties. When I had changed, I had not considered wearing anything but the female clothes hanging in my closet. It seemed the natural thing to do. I shuddered at the thought of wearing rough male clothing again. After the soft and silky garments I now wore, I couldn't see how I'd get used to them again. When Carol arrived, she had also changed and was wearing a loose skirt and blouse, dark stockings, and casual shoes. She carried a bottle of wine, which she promptly opened. Sitting next to me on the couch she handed me a glass and said, "Today was fun wasn't it?" "Sure, I could easily get used to this way of life. You know, I didn't even consider wearing any of my own clothes when I changed this evening. I could happily live in female's clothing all the time." "That's because you are a beautiful girl, Belle, and the clothes suit you so well. You were destined to wear them." "No. You're the beautiful one." I said. "Can I kiss you?" "Of course. I thought you'd never ask." I leaned forward and brought my lips to hers. We crushed our lips together in a passionate kiss. Again she forced her tongue into my mouth and I was happy to suck it in. My hand reached for her breast and I squeezed it gently. I could feel her nipple hardening through her blouse and bra. As our kiss continued I opened the buttons to her blouse, slid my hand inside, pushed her bra up and caressed her small perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples were hard and prominent and as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger her breathing became more rapid. After a while we parted to catch our breath and I removed my hands from her breasts. She made no effort to close her blouse but unclasped her front opening bra so that her lovely breasts were exposed to my gaze. I leaned forward and nuzzled my face between her tits, then brought my lips to her nipple. I took the lovely nubbin in my teeth and gently worried it before sucking on it. Carol rubbed her hands through my hair as I paid homage to first one nipple and then the other. I found that if I opened my mouth wide I could almost take her whole breast in. "They're not very big, I'm afraid," she said. "Oh Carol, they're perfect," I said. "I wish I had real tits." "It can be arranged," she said, cryptically. As if by some unspoken command, we again fell together and started to kiss. My roving hand went to her knee, and I rubbed it in a circular motion. I loved the feel of her nylons on my sensitive fingertips. Slowly, my stroking hand worked its way up her thigh under her skirt. I came to thicker material of her stocking tops, and then I felt the garter tab holding them up. Her soft bare skin above the stocking top felt very hot after the coolness of the nylon, and the change of texture was surprising. My hand crept higher and moved to caress the curve of her hip. The texture changed again as I encountered her silk panties with the lace trimming. As my moving hand started to move toward the center vee where her thighs meet, Carol started moaning into my mouth and push at my shoulders. I took it to be passion and kissed her harder. My hand slid across her flat stomach and my finger tickled her navel, then my hand descended and enclosed an erect penis lying inside her panties. I froze in shock. I pulled my lips from Carols and I started into her eyes, my mouth hanging open in surprise. The moment seemed to last an hour till the spell was suddenly broken, when Carol took her lower lip between her teeth, raised her eyebrows and shrugged. We smiled at each other and I realized my hand still gripped her silken covered cock. I gave it a squeeze to tell her I didn't mind and then rubbed it gently. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "Because, my darling, you weren't ready for it. But now I think you are." She reached under my skirt and held my rampant shaft. "See," she said, "This proves it. Kiss me, Belle, make love to me, I want you so much." Our lips mashed together with renewed passion, and we kissed fervently each holding the others cock and mutually masturbating. When we broke for air, Carol whispered in my ear, "Come to the bedroom, Belle, I want you to fuck me." She got on all fours on the bed and lowered her panties to her knees. Reaching behind herself she griped my prick and directed it to her pussy hole. I pushed against her pink rosette. The head of my cock entered easily, and I slid into her to the hilt with a single lunge. My cock was gripped tightly by the muscles of her anal passage as I paused, buried in her. I could feel the heat of her body entering my shaft as I started to withdraw and push in again. Short strokes to begin with, then lengthening, till I withdrew almost the whole way leaving only the head inside her sphincter, then plunging in as far as I could. I gripped her hips and rammed myself into her as though I was trying to reach her throat with my bloated organ. My strokes became frantic as I bucked and pounded into her receptive anus and it wasn't long before I reached my climax. I let out a long, agonized scream as my sperm sprayed into her hot depths. Still my hips pumped in and out of her as I unloaded the greatest orgasm I ever remember having, pouring a huge amount of semen into her. Eventually my pistoning hips slowed to a stop and I collapsed onto her back, my organ still embedded in her rectum. I lay on her, gasping for breath, as my cock slowly shrank and slipped from her. I must have passed out for a short while because I awoke to find Carol lying on her side facing me and tracing patterns with her fingers round my face and neck. "Did you like that?" she inquired. "Wow!" was all I could say. "That was fantastic." "Would you like me to do it to you?" I thought for a moment before replying, "Yes, I'd like you to. Ever since that guy said he wanted to fuck me, I've been thinking about it, and the more I think about it, the more I want to do it. Make me a woman, Carol, but be gentle it's my first time." She reached for her purse and withdrew a tube of KY. Squeezing an inch onto her hand, she smeared it liberally onto her penis, then, with her fingers coated, she turned me onto my stomach and pushed one into my anus. She pushed it in to the second knuckle, withdrew it, and then pushed a second digit into me. She worked them in and out as she stretched my ring with her fingers, then I felt her remove them and kneel between my spread legs. Soon I felt the blunt head of her cock pushing at my rear entrance. My sphincter strained inwards and suddenly opened admitting her gland into my body. I relaxed my muscle and sighed, as she smoothly slid all the way into me. For the first time in my life my body was being invaded by another living organism. She rested for a while to let me accustom myself to the feeling of being filled with a hot living phallus. "OK?" she whispered in my ear. I nodded yes, and she began to slowly withdraw from me a short distance then let her weight push herself back in. Slowly the length of her strokes increased and I began to experience a very pleasurable sensation. I began pushing back to meet her thrusts, as I wanted her to penetrate me more deeply. Suddenly I realized I wanted to see her lovely face as she fucked me so I told her to stop. She thought she was hurting me but I reassured her she wasn't, and turned onto my back. I raised my legs into the air and invited her to enter me again. This time the feeling of infiltration was so much more intense. "Ohhh, yes, fuck me Carol," I cried, "give it all to me. Ram your beautiful cock into me and fill me with your cum!" She fucked me furiously, pounding in and out of my anus, her balls slapping against my bottom cheeks. I felt her hand gripping my erect cock and pumping it in time with her thrusts. I was surprised to discover I'd become hard again after the work out I'd given it screwing her arse. I could feel my climax approaching as Carol screamed in ecstasy. She shuddered, as her discharge filled my rectal canal, and my own orgasm erupted from my swollen cock and sprayed onto our heaving bodies. The feeling of having my pussy filled with her cum was incredible. I wanted to keep her buried in me for ever and savor the exquisite sensation of being filled, but, as is the nature of man after a climax, the organ inevitably shrinks to it's flaccid state. When Carol rolled off me, I experienced a sense of loss and emptiness when her cock slid from me. We lay side by side regaining our breath and composure. "Was it as good as you expected?" she asked eventually. "It was better than I dared hope," I said, "in fact, it was wonderful. Do it to me again please, my wonderful neighbor." Yes things were definitely looking up. The end. This is the first story I have posted and would value any comments you would care to make, be they good or bad. Also, whether I should write more. I can be contacted at [email protected]