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Sorting Out ? Part 6: Cleaning the Dorm Laundry Room.
When my senior year of college rolled around, I moved from a very
large main dormitory to the ground floor of a brand new dorm
building. The top five floors were all women, and there was no
stair access to these top floors from inside on our floor.
Ground floor was accessed by an outside door to a lobby, and then
there was a hallway with about 20 rooms, 2 guys per room. I was
around 6?2? and 178lbs, fairly long blonde hair over my ears
parted in the middle, and a thin but nice looking blonde goatee I
grew during the summer.
When I got there in the Fall term, I moved in and got to know the
other guys on the floor (40 all together). Around the end of
September, I was there by myself in the room while my roommate
went home for the weekend. On Saturday morning I was doing
laundry down at the end of our hallway. While my load of clothes
was going, I walked out and looked at the door to the right that
was the locked door at the end of the guys? dorm hallway. It was
about halfway the down the length of the entire building and I
wondered what was at the other end.
It was usually locked, but this morning it was unlocked and
opened. I walked down the hallway and realized that I was in an
unfinished area of the building, like a basement, with cinder
block walls, no carpeting, and lots of storage of boxes and
furniture (desks, beds, lamps, dressers), and cleaning supplies,
a lawnmower, mops and buckets?basic maintenance stuff. I went
into the third door on the right and there were large cardboard
boxes stacked 3-4 high to the ceiling and on the floor were
probably 4 very large white plastic trash bags, some were tied up
and sealed with duct tape, others were loosely twisted but not
sealed or tied. I went over and looked at the boxes and then
opened wider the top of one of the 4 bags on top that was not
sealed. It was full of women?s clothing.
Some skirts, some blouses, and sweaters. I then noticed a pair of
pantyhose and started rummaging around further into the bag and
found at least a dozen other pairs of pantyhose as well as a
white nylon and lace full slip. My interested was really piqued
and I then looked in the second bag and found perhaps 30 pairs of
shoes and some more clothing (dresses, skirts, pants, sweaters).
I then stretched open a tear into the third bag that was sealed
with tape, and there was literally 50 pairs of panties or more,
every color style and fabric you could imagine, as well as more
pantyhose, half-slips, camisoles, full slips, and more than 20
bras. The fourth bag was more of the same: clothes, lingerie, and
shoes.
I was stunned and just stood there looking at this cache of
feminine clothing and started thinking about dressing again. It
had been a few years since I had really dressed up in complete
women?s clothing (when I had done house-sitting for the family
that went on the cruise). My heart was racing a bit as I thought
about what I would do next.
I then heard somebody in the hall say, ?Anyone down the hall
here?? and I quickly pushed all the bags flat down again and went
out the door and turned the light out. I walked back down toward
our room and met a maintenance worker who said, ?Can I help you
with something?? and I quickly said I was just looking to store a
few things down here. He went along with my story right away and
said that would be fine, and that if there was any furniture I
wanted to switch with my room I could help myself. I said I might
take another floor lamp. He then said there are also some
bookcases and chairs and linens and curtains stored in the boxes
in the end room.
I walked down with him and we went into the room I had just been
in. He told me which boxes had what. As we neared the boxes, he
bent over and pushed aside the white plastic bags of clothing and
said something like, ?One of these days we?ve got to get the
ladies upstairs to come claim all the laundry they leave in their
laundry rooms and in the dryers and in their rooms after they
left for the summer break, or else just donate this stuff to the
thrift store in town.?
Well there it was?.. the explanation. This was clothing from the
women on the five floors above us, left over from last spring
term in the rooms and in the laundry areas.
He then told me to be sure and turn the light off and shut the
hall door when I?m finished trading any chairs and lamps. I said
thanks and walked out with him as he headed past my room to the
lobby. Wow! Just 40 feet down the hall from my room were four
plastic bags full of women?s clothing and my roommate was gone
for the weekend. I could not resist the immediate temptation, and
headed back into the storage room and started looking more
closely through the bags.
A lot of the stuff was really very small sizes?little tiny size 2
and size 4 Petite dresses and skirts for waists under 24 inches.
Some of the panties were also very small as were some bras (30A
and 32B and 30B sizes). Same with the sweaters and shoes, lots of
shoes in women?s sizes 5, 6, and 7. But I was determined to check
it all out and see if there was anything that would fit me (6?2?
and 178 lbs).
The disappointment came when some of the nicest things were in
really small sizes. But in about 15 minutes time I was able to
come up with 5 or 6 bras in the 36B and 38B and 38C sizes, 8-10
panties that would obviously fit. Then 4-5 queen size pantyhose
and one half slip with a very wide stretchy waist, one full slip
that was actually for someone bigger than me, and a few skirts
and dresses in the size 12-14-16 range.
I only found two pairs of shoes I thought would fit: navy blue
flats (closed toe and heel in woman?s size 12) and black closed
toe with open-heeled sandals in woman?s size 11. I found a few
?large? blouses and sweaters and was done. That was it! This was
all the stuff that would fit me and would match if I put them on
together. I put everything over my arm, grabbed the two pairs of
shoes and headed out the door.
I then realized I needed something to cover these as I carried
them, so I put them into my empty laundry bag while my stuff was
put in the dryer. I went down to the room and shut (and locked)
the door behind me. Whew! My heart was racing again. I closed the
blinds on my window and laid the clothes out on the bed. I
immediately stripped down to my skin and chose these hot electric
magenta satin panties (very low ride hip-huggers) trimmed in
black seams. I put on one of the 36B bras (light blue stretch
lace with a lace soft-cup). Wow, it felt great all over again as
usual to be in women?s lingerie.
I immediately sat on the bed and cross my legs like a girl and
started rolling up some tan pantyhose and slid them on and pulled
the waist up high and tight against my lower chest. I slid my
feet into the navy blue flats and was very happy to find that the
leather was stretched out pretty well and my feet went in nice
and snug but still comfortable. I then put on the large size full
slip, it was a copper-tan colored nylon with lace cups and
matching lace on the hem. It fit loosely over my shoulders and I
adjusted the straps to sit closer to the bar cups. I quickly
grabbed some socks and rolled them up and put them in the bra
cups. I was feeling so good in tight satin panties, pantyhose,
bra, full slip, and flats.
The slip went to an inch above my knee and felt so light and airy
on my thighs as I swayed from side to side. There were two
skirts, one blouse, one stretch knit top, one sweater, and two
dresses. I opted for the long-sleeved Laura Ashley country floral
print dress. It was 100% cotton, had a fitted elastic waist with
4-5 buttons up the front to the small-ruffled collar, and buttons
on the small-ruffled cuffs of the long sleeves. It was size 14
and a delicate light pink flower pattern and felt absolutely
wonderful laying over the lingerie.
Well here I was, in my dorm room, wearing panties and bra, full
slip and hose, flats and a cotton floral dress. Now what? I
couldn?t go out the door onto the floor?I?d look ridiculous with
my small blond goatee and no make-up. I was sitting on the desk
chair, legs crossed and feeling very wonderfully feminine when
someone knocked on the door. I almost shot straight through the
ceiling. The adrenaline was rushing and I quickly went to the
door and asked who it was (probably in a total panic voice).
It was a guy from across the hall wanting to know if I?d come get
my laundry out of the dryer cause he was ready to use it. I said,
?Give me a minute, I?m getting dressed? (and was I ever getting
?dressed?) and he said okay and went back down the hallway. Wow,
was that close. I was out of the clothes in about 10 seconds flat
and stuffed everything under my bedspread and threw pillows on
top.
I went and got my stuff out of the dryer and headed back to my
room. Once inside, all I could think of was getting dressed
again, but I needed some privacy. I went down to the laundry room
and again and said I was leaving for the day and that my roommate
was gone for the weekend, so if anyone?s looking for us, we?re
not around. He said okay and I went back to the room, turned off
the lights, and locked the door. It was Saturday morning around
9AM and I was in my room alone with a nice pile of women?s
clothes.
Well I went straight back into the same exact outfit I had just
stripped out of and spent 15 minutes looking at myself in the
mirror on the back of our door. I wanted to shave my legs and
shave off my goatee immediately, and then get some make-up and
head to walk around campus, but I knew that was a crazy idea. So
I spent the morning sitting at my desk, trying to be very quiet
when I heard people in the hall outside the door (wanted them to
think no one was ?in? at our room).
For the next 3 hours all I did was change into other panties and
other bras, try on the blouses and the skirts and the sweaters,
as well as the other dress, and kept switching shoes. By early
afternoon that first day, I had even taken a short nap wearing
just a bra and panties, hose and half slip, laying under the
sheets for about an hour or so sound asleep. But I had to get
back to studying in the library, so I put everything rolled up in
the blue dress into the top of one of the bags and stuffed it
under the other three bags.
So now (I thought) I had my own private stash of women?s clothes
for senior year. I dressed up almost every other weekend or so,
alone in the room, while my roommate was either working or home
at his parent?s house.
One outfit I liked was wearing these hot pink strong bikini satin
panties with black hose and the largest bra (I think it was 38C)
and the plain white half slip (no lace trim, just very basic). I
wore the plain black skirt and the stretchy knit top that clung
to the bra cups and showed the straps through the fabric front
and back, and wore the black open-heeled sandals. Everything fit
very snug and made me feel very sexy, so I would lay back on the
bed and feel my hips and thighs and the skirt and slip, or move
my hands all over the bra while crossing my legs back and forth,
or spreading my legs while I laid on my back.
I would pretend that I was a girl in the dorm upstairs from our
room, and I had snuck my boyfriend into my room and we were alone
and rolling around on the bed together. I would then slowly
undress myself and pretend that he was undressing me as we laid
on the bed together. Once I was down to just the panties bra slip
and hose, I would go under the sheets and lay back and spread my
legs and pretend he was on top of me and wanted to make love to
me.
When my body reached its peak excitement, I would usually roll
over on my chest and have press my pubic area hard into a pillow
and have a tremendous orgasm. I always stuffed a hand towel
inside my panties right before I went over the top so that I
would not mess up the panties or the other lingerie.
I never did shave my goatee and I certainly did not get any make-
up or go out dressed up, but I really wanted to, and I thought
about it quite a bit. I imagined that I was walking through the
student union and getting whistles from observers who liked my
legs and how my hips swayed, or who liked my chest and the bra
straps showing through my top.
I usually played out these fantasies alone in my room, but always
was immediately brought back into the reality of being a guy,
dating girls, being a student-athlete, once my roommate would
return. It was fun, a nice distraction from the routine of
school, and yet I wondered again, why I felt so good acting
feminine and why did I enjoy these clothes and lingerie so much.
When I got back from a weekend trip off campus in late January
that school year, my roommate was in Washington, DC for the
weekend with his PoliSci class, so I was ready to relax in bed in
some nice silky underwear and clothes. But I went back to the
storage room to find that everything had been removed and the
room and hallway and other rooms were now being worked on by
carpenters to make other dorm rooms for next Fall term. The stash
of lingerie and clothes was gone and my 4 months of sneaking off
on weekend evenings or early mornings to dress up was not to
continue.
So, more to come in the next installment of me, ?Sorting Out??.
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