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First Outing
By Pat The Bunny
I thought about adding a disclaimer here about not reading
this piece if you don't like its nature, but I don't need
one. Because not only is this relatively mild story true,
but I just returned from the events forthwith I shall now
describe.
I, like many here, have a fascination with the delicacy of
the female form, their easy grace of mannerisms, and the
constraining yet paradoxically free-form shape of women's
clothes. Through the years I've enjoyed studying many
gentle curves and the graceful motion they induce. Yet more
than that, the very thought of having my own set of breasts
and sensitive nipples to fondle on my own slender body is
enough to make me light-headed and want to consume enough
phyto-estrogens over time that I might actually grow my
own. Which I've done.
Faced with a day off from work, and my wife visiting a
friend at the beach, I once again put on her old Maidenform
size 36B bra, which not only fits my pubescent swollen pecs
perfectly but also gives them a good shape. I dug through
her clean laundry and found the panties for which I
searched - the flowered ones with high sides. I started to
move away from the window to change, but then felt my heart
skip a beat when I thought of the remote chance that my new
neighbor, the graphic artist girl, might see me dressed in
a bra and putting on girly panties. I stayed at the window
and squeezed into them and my favorite pair of my wife's
old jeans that I can zip up only if tuck my maleness back
as far as possible. Even so, the jeans are so delightfully
tight that the front of them are perfectly flat, and the
crotch so tight I can feel my pulse in my penis. And when I
look at my buns in the mirror, they flow into the pear-
shaped pants seat like they belong there. Which they do.
I had more time today, so I thought I'd look through the
extra dresser we recently unearthed in the spare bedroom,
in search of a few new things to wear. In it I found some
things that looked great on my wife when she bought them,
before she couldn't fit in them anymore. I tried on a few
blouses that I liked and a few cute pullovers that I
adored. But the one that made my heart stop was a fitted
magenta boat neck blouse that was shorter than the others.
I knew it would look delicious on me when I noticed how
difficult it was to pull over my shoulders.
"If I ever get this on, I might be stuck and never get it
off!" I mumbled to myself.
Running to the mirror, I was very pleased at how the
tapered bodice stopped an inch above my jeans and
complemented my tiny girly tits.
The effect was pretty enough that I pulled out her makeup
and my theatrical skills. I used a lightener around my eyes
for a more youthful appearance, whitish powder on my
forehead and jaw line, a gentle pinkish blush on my cheeks,
and an eyebrow pencil on my eyelashes for a touch of drama.
A tiny bit of lipstick made my lips look slightly pink and
smell great. I shook my head to tousle my five-inch hair.
Not content, I used a curling iron to add a little body to
my straight hair. The thought of turning a few heads in
public crashed into my head for the first time. I knew I'd
never "pass" as a woman, nor with my height would I ever
want to try. But I bet myself with these jeans and the
right look, I could get someone to wonder why this guy
looked, well, kind of pretty. Which I did.
I slid into my wife's most girly flip-flops, the yellow
ones with pink flower design.
"If my feet can't cover all flowers, someone might notice,"
I thought.
The magenta blouse was too much. I slowly pulled off the
confining top, inch by inch, the whole time thinking, "If I
had this on when my wife came home there is no way I could
get if off in time before she saw me in it."
The thought made the crotch of my jeans tighter in seconds.
I found a white blouse with baby blue stripes that looked
almost like a shirt I have, except that the collar and
features on it were more delicate, and it buttoned the
girly way, backwards. Again, androgynous, yet pretty. The
blouse wasn't as long as a guy's shirt, and the sides of
the blouse came up too high for a guy's shirt. It had small
breast pockets that emphasized my own budding breasts. If
someone studied the blouse, they'd wonder why I was wearing
it. Looking in the mirror, I could see through the blouse
only enough that my torso was silhouetted by the window
behind me. The delicious possibilities made brain run
faster.
"What if a woman notices? Or what if a fashion-conscious
teenage girl sees me and giggles? Should I walk away fast,
or stay and let myself be embarrassed? What if I found
something to say that was almost humiliating?"
My resolve to carry out this crazy plan swelled as much as
my crotch. I loved the feelings and my androgyny so much
that I darkened my eyelashes a little more. Grabbed my
keys. Had to go before I changed my mind.
I felt light-headed leaving the house, thinking, "Will my
neighbor see me now?"
Sitting in the car, my crotch was almost uncomfortably
tight, but still nothing showed. I drove away wondering
where I should go.
I'd see too many people at the local convenience store. The
thought of strolling to the far corner of the huge grocery
store almost made me have an accident, so I nixed that idea
- too much too soon. I thought of going to a girl's clothes
store where everybody studies each other's clothes - a
juniors shop. My heart raced. I thought that if anyone
openly asked why I was wearing a girly blouse or girly
jeans, I'd probably die of embarrassment.
I could try the direct approach and say "I like wearing
girls pretty clothes, but I really love getting caught in
them - by you!" Or I could turn the tables on them my
saying, "I'm also wearing a cute bra and panties, and my
wife promises she'll make it all worthwhile when I return
with flowers for her." Deciding instead on a drug store, I
could image myself walking through the hair care or makeup
aisles as if to say, "Look at me!"
Maybe if there was a girl there old enough, I could ask her
what kind of mascara I should get, loving the thought of
letting her know I was dressed in nothing but girl's
clothes. Like her.
When I got to the drug store, there were two teenage girls
walking on the sidewalk. I parked and got out of the car
anyway, my heart pounding. I didn't look at the girls, but
my face felt so warm I figured I must be blushing. Like a
girl. Starting to walk, I placed each foot carefully in
front of the other to trace a straight line, thus forcing
my rounded hips in their impossibly tight jeans to sway
gently with each step. I held my arms half bent at my waist
and very slightly moved my shoulders opposite my hips in
time, like a girl. A graceful girl.
I entered the store, slowly walking past a skinny woman in
a white sleeveless blouse. She looked at me, and paused. I
managed to smile at her but kept going. The thought of her
noticing my androgynous clothes and makeup made my knees
weak.
I walked to the hair care aisle, passing a college-aged
girl in sweat pants shorts and a tank top that didn't cover
her blue bra straps. Knowing my bra straps didn't show, I
realized I was dressed better than her. I think I heard her
turning around to look at my buns from the back.
Again I felt faint just thinking of saying something to her
like "You'd be prettier in a flesh-colored bra like mine."
Or "My panties have little flowers all over them - how
about yours?"
I picked up a bottle of shampoo, choosing one from the
bottom shelf on purpose because I wouldn't be able to just
bend over at the waist like a guy with these tight jeans -
I'd have to bend at the knees, like a girl. Which I did.
I looked toward the counter, but seeing the middle-aged
women and elderly men in line cooled my jets a bit. Only
teens and young women were allowed in this real-life dream.
I bent down again to replace the shampoo. I floated past
the first women who maybe noticed my efforts, past a young
married couple entering the store, all the way to the car,
where I opened my door, sat down, then swung in my long
legs followed by my flip-flopped feet. What a rush!
The whole trip was going so well that I decided to make
another stop. But maybe I'll write that one up another day,
because I want to post this before the incredible feelings
go away entirely. I can tell my excitement will make me try
this another time, and I'll probably have to be a little
more daring...
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