Buying Lingerie on eBay
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I've been an opportunity cross dresser since I was a child. By the term
opportunity cross dresser, I mean whenever there was an opportunity to
dress in women's clothes, I did. As a child and later as a teen living
in my parent's home, it was difficult. In college, living in a dorm, it
was near impossible. The only time of my life when I had free reign was
after graduation, when I was single and living on my own. But even then
I had to hide my clothes from girlfriends who passed through my life
for varying lengths of time. Now I'm married with no opportunity to
dress at home. However, I'm lucky because I travel for work and when
I'm on the road it's for extended periods. I can acquire outfits in
whatever city I'm working in but I always have to dispose of them when
it's time to head home.
Over the last ten years I've found my high heels, corsets, stockings
and dresses mostly at Goodwill stores. When I was able to get up the
nerve, I shopped at department stores or small lingerie shops,
pretending I wanted the sexy outfits for a girlfriend. But now, thank
God, there's EBay.
EBay has made it possible to buy nearly every type of outfit, no mater
how exotic, with zero embarrassment. Finding extra large sizes is no
problem and everything is delivered right to my door. Only one problem
remained; what to do with the clothes when it was time to go home. EBay
solved that as well; here's how it happened.
I had been making non-apparel purchases on EBay for a few years when I
realized that the next time I was away on business I would be able to
buy women's clothes on EBay. Everything would be delivered to my out of
town residence and no one would know I was buying women's clothes to
wear myself. I anticipated my next business trip with great excitement.
I dreamed of a closet bursting with high heels, stockings, panties,
corsets, dresses and wigs. I imagined a wardrobe that any hot girl
would be proud of.
When the assignment for my next business trip arrived I could barely
contain my excitement. I kissed my wife good-bye at the airport and
then for the entire trip, I dreamed about what would soon be hanging in
my closet. The minute I checked into my apartment I connected the
computer and logged onto EBay. I went crazy, buying five-inch patent
leather high-heels, black stockings, garter belts, panties and corsets.
I spent over $200 and even paid extra for the fastest shipping
available. Even while I was waiting for my items to arrive I continued
to shop, I didn't buy too much more but I surfed and planned my next
binge.
After a few days of glorious anticipation I realized something that
sickened me. It was a disaster, the end of my life, something that
would turn my world upside down. I had never changed the EBay shipping
address, all my beautiful, sexy clothes were about to be delivered to
my home where my wife would wonder why so many packages were arriving.
What was I going to do? What would I tell her?
I agonized over what I could say. None of the excuses I thought of
worked, none of them made sense.
For example, I could say, "I don't know anything about it dear."
But then she would say, "Your name is on all the packages."
I could tell her, "All the clothes are for you honey."
But she would respond, "Everything is extra large. The shoes are size
12!"
I knew there was no way to talk my way out of it. I would have to tell
her the truth. The realization set me free. There was no reason to
mope, to feel sorry for myself, if my wife tossed me out of the house,
divorced me and took everything I owned while spreading my secret all
over town, so be it. Shit happens. The next thing I did was add my
current address to my EBay account and start buying sexy items again. I
was determined to not let anything prevent me from enjoying lace
panties and high-heels while I was living on my own.
My wife, Ellen, called two days later. Half a dozen packages had
arrived and she wanted to know what was going on. I told her the
packages were personal, would she be kind enough to put them away until
I returned home? Then she admitted that she had already opened them and
wanted to know whom was I buying lingerie for. It was the end of the
line, time to come out of the closet, she thought I was cheating so I
blurted out the truth. Ellen was silent for two minutes after I told
her that the clothes were for me. When she spoke again she asked a
series of questions:
"Was I gay?"
"No," I assured her.
"How long have you been like this?"
"As long as I can remember."
"Did I want to be a woman?"
"No. The clothes just made me feel sexy."
The conversation ended abruptly with nothing resolved. I was afraid I
had hurt her and that she might do something out of anger. She called
back several hours later and in a very calm voice she said, "I don't
want to talk about this again until you're home. Then we'll figure out
where we're going."
She was true to her word. She never mentioned the clothes again even
though we spoke every night. I received my second group of sexy
purchases and enjoyed four weeks of unrestricted dressing in the
sexiest, most slutty clothes available on EBay. When my business was
over, I decided to keep my new clothes, after all, if I was going to be
banished from the house, there was no point to sacrificing the clothes.
And since my wife knew everything, there was no danger of being caught.
I didn't know what to expect when I walked into my house, but what
Ellen did shocked me. She grabbed my head with both hands, pulled our
faces together and forced her tongue into my mouth and down my throat
until I felt as if it were tickling my lungs. It was the deepest most
passionate kiss I have ever had.
"Welcome home sweetheart," she said while taking my hand and leading me
to the bedroom. All the packages that had arrived while I was away were
neatly piled on the floor beside the bed.
"Take a shower and wash really well with this," she said handing me a
tube of some kind of soap. "Just don't use it to shampoo," she added.
"When you finish showering, put on one of your woman's outfits. I want
to see what you look like."
She stepped out of the room and closed the door. She's testing me, I
thought, she wants to see if the clothes are really mine or if saying
I'm a cross dresser is just me hiding an affair. I determined that I
had to look great when I modeled my outfit for her. If I looked like I
had never had a mini-dress and high-heels on before, she would think
that I was lying, that I was involved with another woman.
I stepped into the shower and worked the soap she had given me into a
lather. It surprised me when all my body hair rinsed off with the suds.
Now I was really confused. Was she helping me to be a more convincing
woman when she inspected me later? That must be it I thought, she's
helping me, she wants to believe.
I toweled my body and blow-dried my long hair into the feminine style
that I use when dressing. As a male my hair hangs straight and falls
just below the shoulder. It's stringy, like a horse's mane and is an
indistinct mousy brown. But when I blow-dry it into my female style it
takes on a new life. Large curls blanket my head, softening my face.
The ringlet curls hang loosely, gently brushing my shoulders in a soft
airy web. Light reflects off each curl differently depending on the
angle, so high-lights appear, creating a chestnut brown color worthy of
a model on a Revlon home hair coloring package.
Now, with my hair perfect, I shivered at the thought of seeing all the
clothes that I had been pining over because of my shipping miscue. My
hands trembled as I opened the first package. I nearly squealed with
delight as my eyes fell upon the bridal-white corset. It was what I had
been dying to wear for so long. Since I had received none of my
original purchases, I had visited them, drooling over their photos
daily on eBay. I held the lace-up corset at arms length and my brain
flashed an image of me wearing the delicate feminine garment. I looked
so beautiful and sexy it took my breath away.
When reality returned, I lowered the corset and stepped into it. I slid
it up my legs and let it brush lightly across my fast stiffening cock
as I lifted it into position. It was strapless, with an inch of fine
lace trim around the top and bottom hems. As I tightened the laces the
corset narrowed, compacting my waist almost effortlessly. I tugged the
laces again and felt the bone stays compress my mid-section further.
The garter straps danced, tickling my thighs as I pulled the laces one
more time and tied them behind me. The ends of the laces dangled from
the small of my back. I wiggled my behind, setting them swaying, gently
grazing my ass cheeks and then settling softly in the crack.
This corset was wonderful, the best I've ever worn. I checked myself in
the mirror and was amazed to see that I now had what looked like a 28-
inch waist. The corset held me tight but was flexible enough for me to
bend and I felt no discomfort when I opened the next box. More bridal-
white. This time, thong panties and stockings. The panties were of the
same satin material as the corset. Once in place they felt cool and
comfortable on my cock and balls. The slippery thong strap slid deeper
between my ass cheeks with every move I made. When I reached for a
stocking it moved an inch. When I lifted my leg to slip into the
stocking, the thong slid another inch. My panties, with their slow
crawl into my ass, were driving me wild. I couldn't concentrate on
getting dressed so long as the strap was lazily working its way into my
crack. But I had to get on with it so I spread my legs, squatted and
shimmied like a stripper. That did it. I gasped as the thong finally
came to rest, lodged deep between my cheeks.
I was beginning to worry that I was taking too long and that my wife
would burst in before I was ready. I was enjoying myself tremendously
but I couldn't dawdle, I had to finish dressing and face Ellen. I
slipped quickly into the stockings and fastened the garters. I opened a
small box and pulled out two silicone 36C breasts. I slipped them into
the corset cups and pinched them into their proper place. I felt much
more complete now that I had proper tits pressing against my own
nipples.
The next box held my dress. It was the proverbial little black dress
except that it was white. I made sure the zipper was open and stepped
into the dress. I lifted it until I was able to slip my arms under the
spaghetti straps and shrug them onto my shoulders. The mid-section was
elastic. It conformed to my body so I twisted it into place and
smoothed it across my stomach. I reached behind and raised the zipper,
which snugged the dress across my tits. The skirt was loose below the
elastic mid-riff and billowed nicely from my hips down to the hem that
ended several inches above my knees.
I was dying to look in the mirror but I made up my mind to wait until I
had completed the transformation. I kicked open a shoe box, luck was
still with me, white 4-inch high-heel pumps tumbled from the box and
landed one step away in a perfect position for me to step into. As I
did, gaining height, tightening my legs and ass, my heart skipped a
beat. The thrill of slipping into a pair of high-heels never failed to
send a shiver of pleasure through my body no matter how many times I
had worn heels before. I knew that with those high-heels on my feet I
would look great, a hot woman with a killer body.
My reflection in the mirror did not disappoint. I looked as beautiful
as I had hoped.
Finally it was time. I had to tear myself away from the mirror.
Normally I would have strutted around, sitting, standing, laying on the
bed, catching glimpses of myself in the mirror. I wanted to stare at
myself and rub my hands all over my sexy feminine body until I was
crazy with desire, aching to cum. But today wasn't usual, I had to face
Ellen. I walked as calmly as possible to the door and stepped out.
My heels clicked through the house as I searched for my wife.
"In here," she called from the living room.
She was sitting on the sofa sipping a glass of red wine. I entered the
room and I watched her mouth fall open.
"Oh, my God," she gasped. "Turn around."
I spun slowly, doing my best runway impersonation, giving her the full
picture.
"You're gorgeous," she said, clearly amazed. "I never would have
believed it." She patted the seat beside her, "have a seat."
I sat, crossing my legs femininely.
"Aren't you the perfect little lady," she said playfully and poured me
a big glass of wine. "I'll be right back. You finish that glass while
I'm gone."
I lifted the wine and gulped down half of it, then I sat back and let
out a deep breath. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how
tense I was. Even though I had been comfortable dressing in women's
clothes for years, I had just exposed myself to my wife dressed as a
woman. Her reaction seemed positive, I felt good, although I still
didn't know what she really thought. I lifted my glass and guzzled the
rest of the wine.
I finished a second glass before Ellen returned. She had changed her
clothes. Gone were her pretty, casual slacks and blouse. In their place
were what were probably Ellen's least feminine clothes, painter's over-
alls with a tee shirt underneath. She lifted the wine bottle and
refilled both glasses. She poured haphazardly, leaving two big spills
on the coffee table.
"Sorry. I guess you'll have to wipe that up now," she said.
I stared blankly, not understanding.
"Get a rag and clean up that mess now, I said."
Her voice was forceful, direct and a little threatening. There was no
doubt she expected me to clean the spill. I started toward the kitchen
for a sponge.
"Hurry!" she almost shouted.
I quickened my step. I thought I heard a small snicker and I know I
felt her stare at my ass as I walked away. I wiggled it a little, just
playing.
"Nice ass," she called after me.
When I returned with the sponge she was again seated on the sofa
sipping wine. She watched me lasciviously as I blotted at the spill.
"Not like that. No woman moves like that," she said as she put her
glass down and stepped around the table to me. She grabbed the sponge
and demonstrated.
"Bend at the waist. Legs stay straight."
I took the sponge and did as she had done. She pushed down on my back.
"Bend at the waist. Keep your legs straight and your ass high. That's
it."
I was finally doing it to Ellen's satisfaction. She was pleased with me
and I felt good that she was. Suddenly, I felt her hands on my ass. She
was gently caressing me. It felt very good, I closed my eyes and
sighed.
"I thought you'd like that," Ellen cooed.
Her hands continued down below the hem of my dress. I sighed again when
they touched my stockinged legs and I groaned when her hands slid under
my dress between my thighs. Ellen brushed my balls through the silky
panties and I melted, nearly falling as my legs buckled.
"Oh, what a sweet, innocent, horny girl you are," she whispered.
"You're so hot. I can't wait to fuck you."
My mind raced, pictures of Ellen and I engaged in a slow and tender
lesbian 69 flashed in my brain. In my imagination she and I would be
best girlfriends who thrilled to each other's gentle touch. Being a
lipstick lesbian was my fantasy. It would soon be apparent that Ellen
had other ideas.
"You make me so horny, baby. What's your name?" she asked softly.
"Marcia," I answered meekly.
"Don't be shy, baby," she said. "I like you Marcia, I can't wait to get
into your pretty panties. Feel this, see how anxious I am?"
She pushes her hips forward and twisted it against my ass. I felt
something hard dig against me.
"That's my cock, girl," she said in a sultry rasp.
I must have pulled away because Ellen said quickly, "Don't be afraid.
My cock and your pussy are going to be best friends."
Ellen stepped back, again sitting on the sofa.
"You've given me a good hard-on but I want a bit more entertainment,"
Ellen announced. "Come over here and give me a lap dance."
I stepped toward her hesitating. I didn't know if I should do what she
wanted or run away. She was frightening me.
"Take your dress off," she commanded.
I unzipped the dress and stepped out of it, laying it neatly on a
chair. Ellen practically licked her lips, ogling me as I stepped
between her spread legs.
I imagined music, closed my eyes and danced as suggestively as I
could. I performed all the moves I could remember from strip clubs that
I'd been to. I twisted and writhed; I ground my ass against Ellen's
crotch. I shook my tits in her face and then I turned and displayed my
ass, bending forward so she got a good view of the thong in my crack.
I remained bent over and spread my cheeks with my hands. When I felt
Ellen's warm lips kiss my ass I pushed against them. Her hands were all
over me. She massaged my tits, ass, thighs and ball. Her touch was
electric; I had never felt sensations like these before. I tingled
under the panties and stockings when she caressed me. Soon her hard
cock was rubbing against me.
"This is what you want," she said. "Admit it Marcia, you want my hard
cock."
"Yes," I answered, unable to control my desire. "I want your hard
cock."
"Lean over the table," she ordered. "Put your chest on the table and
keep your ass in the air where I can reach it."
I did as she ordered and waited while I heard her unbuckle the
overalls. When I turned, I saw that Ellen had an eight-inch dildo
strapped to her crotch. She lowered my panties and slid the rubber cock
against my ass, letting it excite and terrify me. I heard her fumble
with something and then gel spurting from a tube. I felt a cool
sensation on my ass hole. Ellen was lubing me for easy penetration.
"You're going to love this, Marcia," she whispered reassuringly. "All
the girls are afraid their first time, but then they love fucking."
One finger slipped easily into my ass followed quickly by a second. She
worked them in and out and rotated them, stretching my sphincter. She
withdrew the two fingers and reinserted them along with a third. I
sighed happily.
"I see you've done this before," Ellen whispered. "You are so wet and
hot. I'd say your ready for my cock."
She removed her fingers pushed the dildo into me in one easy, smooth
and slow motion. As it filled me, I gasped and push back to greet it.
"What a silly thing I am," Ellen admitted. "Imagine, me thinking that I
was going to have to teach you to enjoy having your ass fucked when
it's obvious that you've been doing this for a long time."
"I've only done it by myself," I said quickly, wanting her to know that
I had never cheated.
"You've only fucked your own ass? You've never been with anyone else?"
Ellen's cock had slid into me as far as possible, her thighs were
pressing against my ass and I was having trouble concentrating on my
words.
"No, never," I managed to croak. "Only by myself."
She slowly drew the cock back until it was almost completely out of my
ass.
"Please don't stop," I begged.
She rammed the dildo forward, filling my ass in a split second.
"Oh, I'm not stopping," she said. "I'm about to show you what a real
fucking is all bout."
Suddenly, she slapped my ass with her palm and began pumping her cock
in and out in long powerful thrusts. Soon we were both breathing
heavily, Ellen was really working hard. I began to feel tremors in my
body. Waves of warm shivers started deep in my ass and radiated out in
all directions; down my legs, forward toward my balls and cock and up
my spine. My back arched and my leg muscles twitched. My body was rigid
but I still managed to push back meeting every one of Ellen's thrusts.
"How's that Marcia?" Ellen demanded. "Are you going to cum? I want to
make you cum. I want to fuck you 'til you cum."
My head tilted back, I would have been looking at the ceiling if my
eyes hadn't rolled back into their sockets. My breath became shorter
and I realized that I was moaning rhythmically. I was indeed very close
to an orgasm.
Ellen kept shouting at me, "Cum you filthy slut! Cum sexy girl!"
The waves that were shooting through me came faster and faster until
they were one continuous tsunami. Every inch of my body was throbbing,
buzzing with electricity, but the center of it all, the focal point of
all feeling and concentration was a point deep in my ass. Ellen's cock
kept pounding it and it kept tightening and pulsing with a joyous
vibration. That point, now the center of my universe, tightened and
tightened and tightened until I thought it would...
Explode.
When it exploded my whole body convulsed and everything went bright
red. I screamed and shot cum clear across the room.
It seemed like several minutes before consciousness returned but in
reality it was only a second or two. The first thing I noticed was that
Ellen's cock was still deep in my ass and it still felt good to push
back against it.
We stood like that for a while but eventually tired. Ellen withdrew the
dildo and my first thought was; when can we do this again?
Ellen must have been reading my mind because she said, "I love fucking
you Marcia. If you eat pussy as well as you fuck, I'm going to keep you
dressed in the sexiest woman's wardrobe in town."
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