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House Sitting for Ms. Gleckner
By SxyTViny
One hot early August in New Jersey, I was 16 years old and
Ms. Gleckner asked if I wouldn't mind house sitting for her
while she and her sophomore daughter Regina went away to
California for a week to visit with relatives. My only
responsibilities would be to water the plants and take in
the mail. Otherwise I was free to enjoy the middle class
luxuries of their home including a small backyard swimming
pool, cable television, and a hi-fidelity stereo system,
which I could play at full volume without disturbing any
neighbours, since it was safely installed in their groovy
finished basement cum lounge. Being a high school boy still
living with Mom, I jumped at the chance to experience the
freedom of solitude for a week. I could stay up all night,
smoke cigarettes in the house, talk on the phone all I
wanted, without anyone bothering me... oh yeah, and I could
masturbate incessantly.
Friday evening at 6 o'clock Ms. Gleckner showed me around
their home, pointing out all the plants requiring daily
water, a few that were only to be watered every other day,
and where to stack the mail. Smiling she told me to "make
yourself comfortable honey," called upstairs for Regina to
"hurry sweetheart" and out the door they disappeared into a
black Lincoln Town Car waiting for them at the curb,
luggage promptly entrunked by a moustachioed giant in a
grey suit.
I stood motionless looking out the front screen door for a
number of minutes before abruptly clapping my hands once,
shlunking the dead bolt locked and throwing off all my
clothes. I ran up the stairs into the shower of the master
bathroom practically swooning as the bolts of hot water
kneaded my teenage flesh. I revelled in the thick lather of
shampoo encasing my head, pasting down my long hair,
sealing my ears, foamy, drooling, interior. I ran the bar
of soap over my skinny body. I had virtually no hair
anywhere above my hips and very little below.
When I was sure no one could read my thoughts I'd admit to
myself how inadequate this felt. I'd imagine myself
inhabiting a 6 foot hairy muscular frame someday and
kicking everyone's ass. The schoolyard accusations, "Pussy!
Faggot!" echoed relentlessly between my ears.
Wrapped in a big towel I sat down on the corner of Ms.
Gleckner's king size bed. I lit a cigarette. I walked over
to the air conditioner, flipped it on, and felt my heart
pump as a shudder shuffled through me.
"Fuck me, I can't help myself."
And I gave in to the urge. I admitted to myself the real
reason for being so excited about staying here, all alone,
for a week.
"I am a faggot pussy!"
Frantically I pulled open every drawer, every closet, every
box, every basket, every bag, assessing what I had to work
with. God, she had everything. Completely entranced I
operated on autopilot, as if I'd done this a million times
before. It was eerie, I knew exactly what to do.
I found a lacy black bullet bra with nice pointy cones,
heavy with concentric circles of stitching. Very 1950s. I
intuitively managed to clasp the three hooks in front of me
and then spun the contraption around my ribs and slipped my
arms through the straps. I used balled up pantyhose and
some loose shoulder pads I found to fill the cups to
capacity. I stared at my fresh profile in the full-length
three-way mirror. Now I had a huge pair of luscious tits
like two torpedoes sticking straight out ahead of me. I
felt high.
I found a pair of panties that seemed to go with the bra.
They were black and silky, cut rather full with seven rows
of lacy ruffles across the very sheer back, and lotsa lace
around the legs and waist. "Pantywaist," I whispered.
However, my cock was impossibly stiff, there seemed to be
nowhere to put it so I removed the panties shortly after
trying them on.
Next I pulled on an open bottom girdle. It was very heavy,
very tight, thick, black, silky. It went up over my belly
button and the bottom arced right above my cock, and short
garter straps with metal clasps hung down from inside the
hem all the way around, 8 all together.
Very carefully I pulled on sheer black seamed nylons,
gorgeous with Cuban heels and clocks at the top of the
seams. I attached all the garters, doing my best to keep
the seams nice and straight in the mirror. And then, for
the best part I found a gleaming pair of black patent
leather skyscraper stiletto heeled pumps with wicked pointy
toes and a fiendishly severe arch. I forced my feet into
them. It took quite a while, and hurt quite a bit, but I
was intoxicated, possessed, driven with a will never before
experienced in any endeavour.
I felt dizzy as I studied my visage in the mirror. I felt
powerful and perfect. I gave in to swishing and swirling
around the room. I was extraordinarily graceful, losing my
balance only a couple of times. I wrapped a long corset
around my torso, connected up the many hooks in front,
running my finger over the boning covered in satin and
frothy lace. It didn't take long to figure out how to pull
closed the back, and as the strings tightened the garment,
completely rearranging my organs it seemed, jutting my tits
forward and thrusting my ass back, conspiring with the
stilettos to pitch my body into a fever, it dawned on me
that I'd found my true calling. Serenity flooded my being.
Despite the frenzy. I knotted up the corset strings around
my now 20" wasp waist and minced gaily over to the vanity
table to apply makeup. I'd seen the girls in school do it.
First I spackled on a mask of creamy foundation and then
the powder puff all over to dry and matte the finish. I
carefully drew a sharp line in crimson around the outside
of my ample lips. I filled my sucky lips in with a wet
frosty glossy pink lipstick, very thick and shiny. Then I
brushed on gobs of gloss. I found some purple glittery
eyeshadow, some dark blush. I ran sooty black liquid
eyeliner across my upper lids, extending beyond the eyes
and feathering upwards like a real bad girl. I caked on the
mascara, top and bottom lashes of course, and then found
some silvery white eyeshadow to offset the purple and
black. I painted a fake beauty mark by my mouth and another
on my cheek. My hands shook but I was careful and got
lucky. The transformation was exquisite. I looked like a
fucking girl! A bad slutty sexy girl.
I felt the precum oozing out my cock and got worried that I
was going to get cum all over everything. I found a rubber
in the medicine cabinet and rolled it on. I squirted a
bunch of gel into my hair and began to brush it out
furiously. I teased it up into a huge Jersey girl style big
hair helmet, spray fixing it with gallons of Aqua Net. A
high feathery wall in the front, big bouffant bubble at the
back, nice sharp swooping flip above the shoulders. I put
big silver hoop earrings on. Yes, I pierced my ears in the
frenzy, madly stabbing the earrings through my earlobes and
then dousing the spot with alcohol, wiping the blood away.
I looked like the hottest chick I'd ever seen. Like out of
a magazine!
I found a gorgeous shiny black silk blouse and tightly
snapped myself into it. I was totally fagging out and I
loved it! The blouse had long sleeves that were kind of
loose on the forearm but then went very tight at the wrist
with a long shiny French cuff. The collar was high and
pointy as it fanned out to the shoulders. I put a black
velvet choker around my neck. I found a delicious black
leather skirt, buttery soft, high waisted, not too short,
just above my knees, very tight, hobbling even, it zipped
up the back. The final touch was an ultra wide cinch belt I
found, black patent leather with a huge silver buckle. It
was a dream. I chain smoked cigarettes prancing and posing
in the mirror for hours.
I kept absentmindedly rubbing my cock in the condom all
sticky with precum. I went down into the kitchen. I
squirted a ton of honey into my mouth, gobs of it, I don't
know why. I peeled three bananas and threw them into the
freezer, I don't know why. I took a fourth banana, peeled
it and pushed it whole down my throat until I gagged, again
and again, I don't know why. I found a cucumber, covered it
with a condom, greased it with KY jelly and shoved it into
my ass, I don't know why. It hurt terribly going in and
made me feel like I was gonna shit, but I kept at it for
awhile, and then something scary happened. The cucumber
disappeared up my little pussy ass!
"Omigod!" I was up on the kitchen table when I heard the
front door swing open and the chattering voices of several
women. I went numb.
To be continued
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