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An unofficial custom
By Yasmeen
I have been encouraged by generous comments about my previous stories to
delve into fiction. So I thought I would submit this story, based on my
experiences, but embellished somewhat.
Those of you who have read my earlier stories will know that I am a
thirty-something professional, who has to keep my identity a secret. My wife
knows, but is not supportive and has nothing to do with my dressing. I rely
on hotel stays and interstate or overseas trips to find the opportunity to
dress. If you saw me at an airport you would not have your curiosity raised
at all. I am slim and of medium build, and always dress in conservative
suits. Just lift up my trouser leg and the shaved skin may arouse suspicion,
let alone the waxed chest. But these are aspects that are only evident when
I wish to reveal them.
On the occasion in question I was travelling to an interstate conference,
and had packed my case with all that was necessary for my transformation. I
would, as all crossdressers, have liked to pack more, but suitcase space was
at a premium. I chose to bring two outfits, an old favourite short black
skirt and matching fitting top, and a low cut aubergine dress, also short,
and also fitting.
I try not to pack any feminie paraphernalia in my hand luggage as I assumed
that this was most likely to be checked. I had someconfidence, however that
being an interstate and not an international trip, I was relatively safe.
This is where I ?slipped?.
As I locked the door to my house I noticed that a package had arrived for me.
I knew immediately what it was ? I had been hoping that the new corset that
I ordered would arrive in time for my trip and had despaired until that
moment. But as my case was packed and locked, I took a chance and packed it
in my hand luggage. It didn?t take up much room after all.
The checking in and outward flight were fine. As we landed I grew in
anticipation as the conference was not to begin for two days ? so I
potentially had two whole days en femme! Upon disembarking I was greeted by
a worrying sight. There was a long queue at the customs counter. Couldn?t
apply to me, I thought, mine was a domestic flight; but no all bags were
being checked. I placed my bag on the conveyor belt and was relieved when it
reached the other side. I was about to grab it when a burly customs officer
grabbed my arm. "Not so fast, sir, I need to scan that bag gain! My corset!
I thought. It had metal inlays! How stupid of me.. He took me aside and
asked me to open the bag. He focussed his attention on the coset straight
away. "Are you travelling alone?" "Er, yes, er, no I mean that is a gift?"
"For whom? You have just got in haven?t you? And here for a conference? Who
could this be for then?" Before I could reply, he led me to the baggage
collection belt and asked me to pick up my case. Was he going to let me go?
I grabbed my case and he beckoned me to follow him. We entered a room alone.
"Open it," he said. Reluctantly I did as he ordered. Straight away, my
pantyhose, breastforms, dresses bra and make-up kit were visible. A gentle
rummage and he unearthed my black 4" pumps and shoulder length auburn wig.
"These gifts too I suppose?"
"Look, Sir," I saw his name was Smith, "Officer Smith I will come clean. I
am a crossdresser, you know? Sometimes known as a transvestite. You would
have seen shows about guys like me, if not on Oprah maybe on Springer. I get
my kicks from dressing in women?s clothes. I don?t get the opportunity very
often, cos of my situation. I am embarrassed enough as it is, can we just
keep this between ourselves and let me go...?"
"Do you know that some terrorist groups are using men masquerading as women,
either to plant devices or else to escape after planting bombs?" "What?! Me?
A terrorist? You must be joking?" "You?re not are you?" Officer Smith looked
at me sternly "If I am to believe you, and release you without charging you,
you have to convince me." "Convince you? How?" "You have to prove to me that
you are a crossdresser. I want you to dress." "Here? Now? You must be
kidding?" "I will lock the door and leave you here for half an hour. There
is a mirror in the corner. When I come back I want to see a beautiful young
woman. If I am unconvinced I will arrest you anyway. So not only do you have
to look the part ? you have to act it too." "You seem to know a lot about us
crossdressers," I said boldly. "I have thwarted many a terrorist," he said
tersely. "I will need more time?" "OK, I?ll give you an hour."
I broke into a sweat as I heard the door lock behind him. I had been looking
forward to dressing but not like this. In a strange and macabre way I had
always fantasised dressing up and being with a man, and turning on the most
feminine of charm. But this pressure was unbearable. I tried the dor. Bolted
shut. Was he serious? Even if he wasn?t I knew I would not get out of there
unless I played along.
I hurriedly got ready. Luckily I had shaved my face and legs, and my chest
was waxed. I vowed to turn on the best performance Officer Smith had ever
witnessed. Although I would have liked my requisite two hours to get ready,
I was so skilled my routine that I felt I could make it.
I stripped naked, put on my panties and bra and breastforms (after
appropriate cleavage had been achieved with tape). I slipped a light satin
dressing gown on and went to work on my face. The mirror was not ideal but
would suffice. Years of practice and scouring the internet for tips made me
well practised. I always followed the same order ? foudation, then eyes.
Specifically, eyebrow shaping, eyeshadow, eyeliner and then mascara. (I
enjoy putting on mascara so much I usually re-do the job when fully
dressed!) I then put on some blush and lipliner, followed by lipstick. I had
already chosen a deep shade of glossy purple lipstick to complement my new
dress. I realised that I was dressing more for an evening encounter despite
it being only late afternoon. Still, I thought that I would knock his socks
off with my most sexy and sophisticated look. And in any case I may still be
dressed later in the evening! My risque attitude surprised me a little as
for a while during my dressing I got lost in the charm of it all.
I looked at my watch. I had only 20 minutes to go. I put my wig on and
admired the sultry figure that stared back at me. Then came my sheer
pantyhose and then I slipped into my black pumps. I always get a thrill
taking my first few steps in high heels and it occurred to me that it had
been too long since I had dressed. I always wear my wig and stockings before
I do my nails (for obvious reasons) but I wondered whether I would have the
time. My shoes came off briefly as I stepped into my new dress, which fit
like a glove. Just then I heard a knock on the door. "Are you ready?" it was
Smith. "Er almost," I said shyly. "I?ll give you ten more minutes."
I took the opportunity to do my nails ? false long nails in a purple hue
that stuck on with tiniest bit of glue. (I had long learned that too much
glue would result in too much difficulty getting them off!)
I took a step back and looked at the ravishing figure in the mirror. Not bad
Yasmeen, you sexy thing you. What the heck, I thought, as I reached for my
small bottle of Bulgari perfume ? I?ll go all out for Officer Smith. I vowed
that whatever happened I would enjoy myself.
The door opened. I swung around. Smith?s jaw was on the floor. He looked
aghast ? "Wow! You look great!" He fumbled with his keys as he locked the
door. He turned around and attempted to regain his composure. "Remember, you
have to be convincingly feminine." "Is that how you start with a lady?" I
said coyly. "We don?t even know each others names." I was shaking but did
not want to appear nervous. "I?m er Nick, Nick Smith. You?" "I?m Yasmeen".
He walked towards me. "Now," I said, " You have to try to make me
comfortable?" "You look great," he said. "You?ve said that already, Nick.
What in particular do you like?" "Er, well, your eyes, your hair, your legs
? wow! ? your breasts, your lips?" He drew nearer. "Slow down, big boy.
You?re not really concerned I am a terrorist are you? You?ve been on the
lookout for girls like me." "You?re not exactly running away from me,
Yasmeen. Walk for me ? model the dress like you?re on a catwalk."
I did it for him, swaying my hips form side to side. I must admit, when I
had a good look at Nick he did look quite handsome in a rugged sort of way.
"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked. He produced one as we sat down. He drew
closer to light it for me. I felt so sexy, so naughty, so excited, so
scared, yet so fulfilled. I became more relaxed and more "me". I flirted
with him and giggled like a girl heady with exhilaration. He asked me about
my taste in clothes and made me dance for him. He confided some of his own
personal details. He was single. There was a special task force looking at
terrorism which he was assigned to. He did pick me as a suspect. In normal
circumstances he would now let me go. Since his assignment he found he had a
penchant for t-girls. He scoured the internet looking for pictures of such
beauties. "Now I have one sitting right next to me."
I saw the bulge grow in his trousers. Where to from here? Have fun was my
axiom. Part of me wanted to things to progress. I wondered whether he would
let me go if I now asked him. I soon got the answer. He pulled me close to
him "I need one final bit of proof. If I don?t get it Yasmeen, I will still
have to report you. I don?t want to, because I really like you, but?." I
understood. He brought his lips close to mine and kissed me hard. I felt his
tongue playing with mine. My hand moved down to his crotch. He lifted my
skirt and caressed my thighs. It felt good. I was turning him on incredibly.
I could feel it. It had been part of my fantasy for as long as I could
remember. I undid his fly to release his huge throbbing member. He led me
down to it and I licked and tasted his precum. I took his shaft deep into my
mouth and heard him moan. "Oh, Yasmeen, you?re fantastic? more?MORE."
I could feel he was about to come when he suddenly stopped. "Not like this,
Yasmeen, I want to fuck you like a woman." He put me on my back and lited my
dress. To my relief I saw him slip on a lubricated condom. He lifted my
knees up high and gently inserted his penis into my anus. It hurt, and I am
thankful he was gentle. As he pumped me I felt him going deeper. "You are
fantastic" I heard him say." I am your girl" I replied. He moved his hand
onto my now fully erect member and as he came, so to did I. Loud groans of
delight emanated from both our lips.
"You will have to pay for the drycleaning of my dress, honey" I smiled.
"When are you coming back through on your return flight princess?"
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