Bearly even a hunter
- 2 years ago
- 37
- 0
Early Days free porn video
The house was quiet now. With sis parents having left the house for a
good few hours at least, Aidan was finally free to indulge himself in
his secret hobby. Slowly creeping up the stairs, there was a constant
fear that some unseen person might be watching him from places that
didn't exist.
After reaching the top of the stairs he waited, the minuets slowly past,
but he had to be sure that his parent would not return unexpectedly for
forgotten items and money. After painstakingly waiting he swung the door
of his parents room open. His heart beat faster and faster as he
approached his mothers stuffed wardrobe. Opening the door with a slow
creak he lay eyes upon he mountains of feminine clothing that awaited
him.
He reached in and gently caressed the smooth soft material of him
mothers dresses and skirts. Unable to resist any longer, he pulled out a
small selection of items and lay them out on the large double bed.
Carful not to be greedy, he knew that moving too many items would alert
his parents that someone had been rummaging. He pulled out a short
skirt, matching top and his mother best red dress. his look for the next
few hours prepared, he slid across to the drawers to begin preparing
himself.
First reaching for the skimpy black knickers he knew were kept inside
the top drawer he held them aloft, admiring them. Taking out a matching
bra he took a moment to savour the feeling with his fingers. A pair of
tights followed, average ones only, he hadn't worked up the courage to
dare to try a pair of the more exotic styles. His clothing gathered
together, he began to rummage the other drawers for the make-up he knew
was littered around.
His mother was not an exceptionally organized person, and collections of
lipstick, eye liner, foundation and mascara could be found littered
inside her drawers in no particular order. This worked to his advantage,
as there was little way to tell if one had been moved or used more than
it should have.
Sitting down at his mothers makeup mirror, he started to apply the lip
stick in a smooth and generous amount to his bottom lip. Having only
attempted a couple of times before the result was crude at best. But he
was improving, the rest of the make-up followed in little real order.
After putting the finishing brushes onto his mascara he looked at the
finished result in the mirror.
Whilst still clearly a boy and having achieved a largely patchy and
smudged look, it remained his best effort to date. Satisfied that any
more attempts to patch up the botched job would only waste time, he
carefully replaced all of the make-up kits and containers back into
their assigned drawers with photographic precision. It was now time to
start his favorite ritual, dressing himself.
Always beginning with the bra, Aidan slipped his arms into the sides and
brought the empty cups up towards his chest. After a few poor attempts,
he managed to hook the bra closed and relaxed. Adjusting the
positioning, he saw in the mirror that the empty bra was at least in the
right place. He then turned to the skimpy black knickers and stepped
into them. He brought them up slowly, savoring the feel as they closed
around his waist and fitted snugly around his hips. The first part of
his transformation was complete.
Next he pulled the tights up around his feet. He only managed to pull
them up inch by inch, but he at least managed to get them on. Having
secretly shaved off what little leg hair he had, the tights felt
reassuringly soft against his smooth skin. After quickly padding out his
empty bra with some tissues for a partly stuffed look, he turned his
attention to the finishing touch. His mothers best red dress.
After carefully hoisting it over himself, he brought it down over his
head. The whole time making sure he didn't damage an inch of the
expensive fabric. The silky dress flowed around and moulded itself
naturally to his body shape. With his hour long transformation finally
finished to the level he would allow, he looked over to the full length
mirror on the front of his parents wardrobe.
All he saw was Aidan, a young fourteen year old boy kited out in a poor
make-up job and fooling around inside an expensive gown. He might have
not passed as a real girl in any way shape or form, but he was happy
with what he had accomplished. His eyes wandered to the collection of
heels that resided under the double bed, but he thought better of it. No
point in trying to learn to walk in heels whilst mincing around in a
dress he would never be able to replace.
Having replaced all the clothing he had decided not to wear, he began to
wander around the upstairs of the house. With all the curtains drawn
there was little chance of him being seen and moving around in the
effeminate outfit helped him to relax. After sitting around inside his
own bedroom whilst dressed up, reading books and playing his video
games, he decided he had better change. His parent would be home soon
and hiding the evidence would take some time.
Casually wandering out of his room and towards the door of his parents
room he stopped at the top of the stairs, his heart frozen. He was
positive he just heard a key scraping inside the lock. Unable to move,
he could only listen as he heard the front door swing open. The familiar
shout of his mum's 'Hello?' echoed up the stairs. He had no chance of
making it into their room and getting changed now.
Hearing the footsteps of his mum approaching, he bolted for the nearest
door, the bathroom. Desperately thinking quickly he bolted the door and
switched on the shower.
'Is everything alright?' she called out, curious about the loud banging
coming from the landing.
'Fine mum, im just in the shower,' he shouted back, fairly
unconvincingly.
'Don't be too long then,' she replied, he heard her call back as she
walked up the stairs and wandered towards her bedroom.
Desperately he threw off all of the clothing and set to work scrubbing
his face clean. He washed and washed, careful not to leave a trace.
Suddenly he heard another loud knock on the door, his dad was waiting
impatiently outside to use the bathroom. Suddenly realizing he had no
way of getting all of the clothes out of the bathroom without being seen
his heart sank. There was a small wicker basket in the corner of the
room, filled with toiletries that were never used. It was a gamble, but
if he hid them in there just for a short while, they might never know he
had them.
Taking the only chance he had left, he crammed the clothes into the tiny
basket and walked out wearing only a towel. His dad tutted at him on the
way out, noting that he took longer than most women. As he changed back
into his normal clothes, Aidan waited in dread of hearing an uproar from
either the bathroom or the second bedroom. His heart only slowed down
when heard both sets of footsteps clump back down he stairs.
Quickly he slipped into the bathroom and darted into the bedroom, doing
his best to put the clothes back within the tiny time space. Confident
they wouldn't see, casually went back down the stairs to greet his
parents, vowing to himself that he would never touch his mothers clothes
again, but like every-time he promised, he knew he was lying.
That night had gone to bed early, tired out by his days experience. His
parent left for bed themselves shortly after. Looking inside her
wardrobe his mother reached in and un-crumpled her good dress.
'He's been in my clothes again!' she said, with a slow sigh.
'You want me to have a talk with him?' his dad asked, not surprised in
the slightest at her discovery.
'No its okay, ill have a talk with him myself, It's not that i mind, I
just wish he would stop messing up my things. Maybe I should take him
out to get some things of his own?'
'Let him decided on that I think, come on to bed, he's not going to do
any harm now that he's asleep,' his dad yawned, settling in for the
night.
His mother smiled, shook her head then joined him, tomorrow she and
Aidan would have a talk, and could decide where to go from there.
Uma
- 27.05.2022
- 3
- 0
