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THE SUITCASE
by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas
I was an orphan living with an aunt and uncle after my parents
died, and, except for that, had a rather ordinary childhood. I
did the usual guy-things, except my slender build never really
lent itself much to sports. As I reached puberty, I was as horny
as the next guy, and dated regularly. I was definitely
heterosexual, and still am, but one incident that happened when
I was sixteen changed my life forever. The girl I was going
steady with and I had progressed from the usual adolescent
fumblings and making out. Ellen was a good-looking redhead, and
one Saturday night, after the movies, we were petting in my car
which was parked in a secluded area in the woods. I felt her
tugging at the belt on my jeans, then, opening my pants, she
reached through the opening of my jockey shorts and pulled out
my erect cock. She had never done that before, and I guess that
my playing with her breasts and the finger I had slipped into
her panties and onto her clitty for the first time had gotten
her really turned on. Our mouths were locked together as we
fingered each other, and as her body gave a great shudder of
orgasm, I felt myself spurting what felt like quarts of cum.
We sat there getting our breath back, and I looked down at my
lap. My shorts were covered with cum, completely soaking wet,
but fortunately, none had gotten on my white jeans. Ellen wiped
off her hand with a tissue, and after we murmured a few of the
things teenager say to each other, I said to her, "I think I've
got a problem now." She asked me what I meant, and I pointed to
my soaked shorts. We tried cleaning it up with tissues, but they
were still sopping wet. "I guess I'll just have to take them
off," I said, and I pulled off my jeans, then the shorts. I put
the jeans back on, and discovered why we wore underwear. My cock
was a little sore from Ellen's handjob, and the rough denim
rubbed against it. "Oh, shit," I said, "my jeans feel like
sandpaper! But I can't put my shorts back on, because my aunt
will see the wet spot immediately." There didn't seem like any
answer to the problem, so I started the car and began to drive
Ellen home. Before we even got out of the park, however, the
movement of my foot on the pedals was rubbing me raw. I pulled
over and said that maybe we should wait for a while, and I might
be able to move without causing so much pain.
"But Steve, its almost midnight - I have to get home or my
mother will ground me for a week," she wailed. She thought for
a minute and suggested, "I know what we can do," and she reached
under her skirt, wriggled her hips, and produced her panties.
"Here, why don't you put these on under your jeans? They'll
protect you, and I can get home on time." "What, wear girls
panties," I said, "are you nuts?" "Don't be silly, Steve, nobody
will ever know - I'm certainly not going to tell anyone that you
got my panties off! But if I don't get home right now, we can
forget about going out for the next month." There didn't seem to
be any choice, so I stripped off my jeans again, and slipped the
white nylon panties up my legs and around my cock. I noticed a
little tingling sensation, but didn't think anything of it, as
I started driving again. By the time we got to Ellen's house,
however, there was plenty to think about. I kissed her goodnight
and she ran into the house, just beating her curfew. I sat there
in amazement for a minute - the same foot motions that had
agonized my raw cock before had entirely different effect on my
panty-covered cock. It was sticking out in a huge hardon, bigger
than it ever had before. The feel of the nylon rubbing against
it sent waves of a wonderful, different sensation through my
body. Combined with the thought of where the panties had been
just before I put them on - well, I had never felt so good! By
the time I got home, I felt ready to shoot another load, and
thankfully, my aunt and uncle were already in bed.
When I was walking upstairs, planning on heading into the
bathroom, I heard my Aunt Betty's voice, "Steve, is that you?"
Yes, Aunt Betty," I answered. "Everything OK, dear? Did you have
a good time?" "Sure, Aunt Betty, we enjoyed the movie," I said,
"G'night." "Night, Steve," she said, maternal duty over as the
young one was safely home. I practically ran into the bathroom,
and took off everything except the panties. My cock made a
tent-like bulge in them, and the delicious feeling kept coursing
through my whole body. I looked at myself in the mirror, and,
slipping a hand inside my panties, I pulled my cock up through
the top, still savoring the feeling of the nylon against my
balls and asscheeks. I didn't think of anything else except
those feelings as I climaxed again, and even later on, when
thoughts of whether I might be a fag or not crept into my head,
I dismissed them and concentrated on how the panties felt on me.
When I went to bed that night, I didn't take them off, but I put
jockey shorts on over them, in case I wasn't under the covers in
the morning when Uncle Jim might come in to wake me up. I
needn't have worried, though - I was wide awake at 6 o'clock,
with another raging hardon!
When I saw Ellen the next day, I lied and told her that the
panties had ripped, and she said, "Don't worry, they were just
an old pair anyhow." I had, of course, hidden them deep in my
closet, and they provided me with many pleasurable times in the
weeks that followed. But the feel of them on me was just too
good to be believed, and soon I was also digging into the
bathroom hamper, and trying on Aunt Betty's panties as well!
This panty wearing continued on for months, until the idea of
trying on other female clothes came into my head one night when
they were at a wedding. I looked in the hamper and took out a
bra and a pair of pantyhose, and before I knew it, all of them
were on my body. The sensations I had felt from just panties
before were nothing compared to this. I stuffed two more pairs
of panties inside the bra cups, giving me breasts, and tingling
my nipples with the touch of nylon. The pantyhose legs slid
silkily together as I walked around the bathroom, then reaching
back into the hamper, I pulled out a full slip, and lowered it
over my arms and head. The silken feeling was all over my body
as I twirled around in my frillies. The slip brushed against my
pantied cock, and felt just unbelievably wonderful. I knew that
my aunt and uncle would be out until very late, and I snuck into
their bedroom.
I opened my aunt's closet and began looking through her dresses.
I was very careful not to disturb anything as I selected a long
pink gown she had worn a couple of years ago when she was matron
of honor at her best friend's wedding. There were matching
high-heeled shoes at the bottom of the closet, and taking them
out as well, I walked over in front of the full length mirror.
I stepped into the high heels, noticing how they made my legs
feel so much longer, although they were a little tight. I held
the gown over my head, and it slid down over my body. Aunt Betty
had a really good figure, and the sheath dress clung tightly
around me. I pulled up the side zipper, and looked back in the
mirror. If it weren't for the boy's haircut and face, you'd
never be able to tell that I was a guy, I thought to myself. I
stood looking at myself for a long time, knowing that this would
not be the last time I saw myself this way.
And, of course, it wasn't - throughout the rest of my teenage
years and early twenties, I continued to dress as often as I
could, progressing on to include makeup and nail polish. Longish
hair was in style, and, although my uncle wasn't thrilled about
it, I let mine grow. I never tired of seeing myself dressed as
a girl, and even when the immediate excitement of wearing
panties wore off, the warm feeling I got never has.
I was 22 and had just graduated from college when tragedy struck
- my aunt and uncle were both killed when a drunk driver plowed
into them. Between their insurance and the settlement from the
lawsuit, I had $3,000,000, and I knew I'd never have to work if
I didn't want to. The three or four weeks right after they died
were awfully tough to get through, though, and I was more of a
zombie than anything else. I was pretty much cut off from
contact with other people, since both of my guardians had no
living siblings and my grandparents had died when I was young.
I didn't dress at all, and I was probably close to a mental
breakdown, until one day I just said to myself that I had to get
it together. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was horrified
at what I saw: I hadn't shaved in I don't know how long, my hair
was dirty and tangled - I was a real mess. The house was
littered with pizza boxes, Chinese takeout containers and I
realized that I had been basically a hermit, living on fast
food, when I thought of eating at all. I stripped off the filthy
jeans I had been living and sleeping in, and took my first
shower in weeks. I shaved off the scraggly beard that covered my
face, and used a blow dryer on my shampooed head. As I looked at
myself, I saw how long my hair had gotten, and I found myself
styling it into a shoulder length feminine hairdo. The wavy hair
framed my face, and the first feelings of a returning sex drive
came over me.
I had still been sleeping in my own room, and when I looked in
there I almost wanted to puke at the filth. I went into the
master bedroom room, and the old urge to cross-dress gripped me
again. I still fit into Aunt Betty's things, and I went into her
lingerie drawer to pick out what I was going to wear. As I
slipped on a pair of black lacy panties, the touch of them
against my cock caused not only an immediate erection, but I
came as soon as I pulled them up. I walked over to the dressing
table, and looking for some tissues to clean myself off with, I
opened the drawer. I didn't see any tissues, but in the back was
an unsealed envelope. Curiosity overcame the need to clean up,
and I took out the tiny key that was inside. I was puzzled about
what it could be for, until I thought of a locked suitcase that
was on the top shelf of Aunt Betty's closet. I had sometimes
wondered what was in it when I had gone in there, but had always
been more concerned with picking out what dress and shoes I
would be putting on. I pulled the suitcase off the shelf,
carried it over to the bed and inserted the key. I had
half-expected to find it empty, but then why would it have been
locked and the key have been hidden? And its weight told me that
it definitely wasn't empty.
Many thoughts flew through my head when I looked inside - mainly
that children never really know their parents, or guardians, in
my case - the suitcase was filled with all kinds of outrageously
sexy stuff. I looked in amazement at the lingerie, sexy outfits,
vibrators, porno magazines inside. I couldn't picture my aunt
wearing or using any of these things, but I realized that she
and Uncle Jim must have played at various fantasy games when
they made love, at least some of the time. The lingerie
consisted of every type of exotic garment there was, mostly in
black or red - crotchless panties, corset-like things with
hanging garters, garter belts and stockings - things so unlike
the pastel colors of the feminine, but not nearly so sexy,
contents of Aunt Betty's lingerie drawer. I sat there in my
cum-stained panties, holding up each item in turn, then started
looking at the rest of the suitcase's contents. I looked through
the magazines and saw that their tastes were certainly eclectic.
Everything from straight pornography to S&M with both males and
females in dominant and submissive roles. I then looked at the
rest of the clothing and found a black leather dominatrix
outfit, what looked like a little girl's frilly dress, except
that it was in a size that would have fit Uncle Jim (apparently
I wasn't the only one in the house who'd ever cross-dressed!)
and a beautiful black satin French maid's outfit, trimmed with
white lace.
I was almost beside myself, as I held the maid's dress up in
front of me. I pictured all the work that had to be done to
clean up the house, and myself dressed in this doing it! I found
that I couldn't wait any longer, and I took off the black
cum-stained panties and began to put on some of the things I'd
found. First, I slipped on a pair of crotchless black lace
panties, thrilling at how the usual pleasure of the panties
against my cock was heightened by the sensation of the open
crotch sides rubbing on my hanging genitals. I put my arms
through the straps of a long, severe looking black lace-up
corset that had eight hanging garters. I began to lace it up,
and felt it compressing my body. It wasn't too bad around the
hips, but when I struggled to join the sides together at the
waist, I found it almost deliciously impossible to do. I lay
down on the bed, the corset around me and pulled and pulled on
the laces. My breath was nearly cut off as the boned sides
finally met. A wave of dizziness swept over me, and I almost
panicked at the thought of fainting, but I found that I could
manage to breathe shallowly, once I got used to the
constriction. Even Aunt Betty must have been confined in this
corset, as good a figure as she had. I continued the lacing,
noting how the flesh of my body was pushed upward into the bra
cups, until the garment was fully closed from top to bottom. It
took a minute or two for me to be able to sit up, so rigidly was
my body restricted by the corset - but what a wonderful agony it
was.
My body was held in an extremely upright position, for the
entire length of my torso, and as I began to attach long real
silk black stockings to the garters, I was amazed at the
incredible feel of the sheer material on my legs. I finally
finished with the stockings and reached into the suitcase for
the pair of black patent leather high heels I had seen inside.
Their heels had to be 4 1/2 or 5 inches, much higher than any of
Aunt Betty's regular shoes. They were a size too small for me,
and my feet felt the same tight squeezing that my torso did from
the corset. I rested for a moment, then awkwardly stood on the
super-high heels. The last thing that I needed to do was fall
down and break an ankle, dressed as I was, so I was extra
careful until my body adjusted to the unaccustomed angle that
the shoes forced me into. I picked up the satin maid's uniform
and slipped it over my head. Without the constricted waist that
the corset gave me, it would clearly have never fit. The skirt
of the dress was micro-short, and layers of ruffled crinoline
made it flare out around my hips, exposing the tops of my
stockings and the garters that held them up. I quickly tied the
lacy white apron around me, and fastened on the white lace neck
and wrist bands that I found in the apron pocket. I freed my
hair from the neck of the dress and letting it swing free, I put
on the lacy little maid's cap that would complete the outfit.
Taking tiny, mincing steps in the heels I walked over to the
dressing table and used two bobby pins to hold the cap in place.
I quickly applied a cream foundation and powder, rouge, eye
shadow and a pair of thick false eyelashes. Then, after applying
a ruby red lipstick, I looked at my reflection, drinking in the
whole picture for the first time. Between the long wavy hair and
the made-up face, the image that I saw was every man's fantasy:
a young, sexy French maid stared back at me. My cock, of course
was as hard as a rock by this time, and was peeking out from
under my skirt. I immediately stood up and walked over to the
full-length mirror. What I saw delighted me - from the saucy
little cap to the tips of my spiked heeled shoes, I was every
inch a gorgeous woman, with a sexy hourglass figure. I found
that I had been holding my breath as I looked at myself. I
couldn't resist reaching under my skirt and touching my erect
cock. I looked my reflection straight in the eye as I brought
myself to a spurting climax.
After I had cleaned myself off, I threw myself into cleaning the
house. Forced into tiny steps by the shoes and severely
restricted motions by the corset, it was an agonizing ten hour
job, but it was finally done. I collapsed onto the bed,
stretching my aching feet and stockinged legs out in front of
me. I realized that I hadn't been excited by what I was wearing
since early in the morning. The usual sensations I felt from
wearing all the sexy feminine clothes were still there, but
instead of sexual arousal, a feeling of warmth and naturalness
spread over me. I sensed that I had reached a new plane of being
when I had opened the suitcase, one I would fully explore in the
days to come.
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