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A Change in the Saturday Ritual
Ahh, Saturday. The day to relax, catch up on chores and to enjoy my time
off. I work hard and look forward to the weekend and the daily routine
that calms me and keeps me at peace.
I get up at eight am, drink coffee in front of the news on TV until ten
then get ready to head out to the grocery store. Getting ready to leave
is easy. I shower in the evening during the week so the Friday night
shower has me fresh this morning. Just need a quick shave and to get
dressed.
Hot towel on the face, shaving cream and a well rehearsed close shave.
Next I brush my wavy hair back into a short three inch ponytail and head
to the bedroom to dress. From my well organized drawers I pull a light
blue, full cut panty in size five/six and its matching camisole top. The
top has thin straps that will not show through my shirt.
Rolling tan pantyhose up my almost hairless legs is next, followed by
tight women's jeans that I have removed all the outer labels from. A
normal, men's golf shirt, buttoned high enough to hide the camisole is
next, then thin black socks and unisex loafers for shoes.
I do not wear make up or jewelry out of the house, I am a secret cross
dresser and although sharing it with someone would have its pluses, to
date I have been to afraid. Checking the three piece full length mirrors
to make sure I am hidden I head down to the store for the marketing.
Out food shopping this way is as close to shopping as a female I ever
get. I by most of my things online, but I have made a few rare
exceptions when what I needed was only available at a cross dresser
store that I found several towns over.
I do love the feeling of the nylon panties tightly held against my ass
by the pantyhose and the camisole slipping across my nipples under my
shirt. Properly tucked down however, no one can tell how excited I am as
I browse the aisles. If anyone has noticed that for a guy I appear to
have no "package" whatsoever, they have never mentioned it.
Shopping done by noon, I carry it all inside and put it away. In the
bedroom I take off the loafers and socks and replace them with a
sensible pair of black low heeled shoes, size nine. My golf shirt gets
swapped out for a similar one in light pink that is of course a woman's
shirt.
I bring my nail polish and file to the living room and sit on the couch.
The TV is turned to and old movies station and plays quietly in the
background. As I sip my reheated coffee, I hum while I file and polish
my nails a medium red. I do not worry about my toes as I did those
Tuesday night in the same color.
Holding my coffee cup with my fingers extended so the nails can dry
always stirs my cock in my panties as the nail polish means I am getting
closer to being fully dressed. I love that feeling and smile as I review
the rest of the day in my head.
A full hour later with dry and shiny nails, I put my cup in the sink to
be washed later. I run a warm, almost hot bath with a small amount of
scented oil in it, strip off and put away the things I have worn in the
morning, checking to make sure they are still clean enough to stay out
of the wash.
Before slipping into the tub, I reach up and open the paperback book on
the small table by the bed. Hot water and a half hour of reading are so
relaxing, I can not begin to explain to you how great it feels. Later,
after the water has cooled, I set the book aside and open the tub drain.
Refilling the tub with three inches of water as hot as I can stand it, I
take my shaving things from the ledge. Face cloth, razor and shave
cream. I have almost no arm hair to begin with so I ignore them, instead
starting on the armpits. I have been shaving so long now that this is
not a chore; rather it is part of the afternoon that I love. The razor
rhythmically moving up and down soothes me.
Soaking the cloth in the water, I lay back and place it on my chest for
a few minutes. Applying a light layer of shave cream, I carefully shave
around my nipples and the soft mounds that are my breasts. I stroke
horizontally and slowly down my belly, ending in a clear straight line
across the top of my trimmed pubic hair.
Filling a cup I keep in the tub area with water, I rinse the upper half
of my body clean. Sitting back again I apply shave cream to my right
leg, cautiously sliding the razor on my calf and thigh. Finishing the
right leg, I rinse again and then liberally coat my balls and cock area
with shave cream.
I always do this last as holding my cream covered cock out of the way
while I shave my ball sack always makes it rise to its full six inch
length, making me shiver. As I trim the sides of my pubic mound into
straight lines forming the other two sides of the small triangle of
light brown, curly hair, I check that I have done well enough that no
hair will poke out of my panty.
Pleased I open the drain again and as the water goes down, I turn on the
shower for a quick final rinse. Out of the tub, I pat dry a bit then
wrap the towel around me just above my breasts and rinse the tub.
I go to the living room to sit for a while as I finish "air" drying. The
sun is coming through the window and it is a beautiful afternoon. I have
sheer curtains that I leave closed but the regular drapes are not pulled
shut. I live on the second floor of a two unit building and although the
upstairs living room faces another identical building, the market being
so bad, the other unit has been empty for more than a year.
Sitting in the chair with my legs stretched on the ottoman in front of
me, I open the towel and enjoy the sun on my hairless body. Stroking my
painted nails on my breasts and thighs, I try to decide what I will wear
later in the evening. My cock starts to harden because not matter what I
decide for later, it knows what is coming next.
It is now close to two in the afternoon and I get up and place the towel
in the bathroom hamper. From the closet I take a thin, white robe that
when cinched about the waist falls about mid thigh. Sitting in front of
the bath vanity I do my hair and make up.
The hair is quick and easy. It is full and although not long, very wavy.
All I do is take a brush and fluff it up and then brush it out as
straight as I can. This causes it to fall in waves around my head, half
covering my ears and making cute bangs across my forehead.
I do the make up next and again because of practice and the fact I do
not like the heavy, slutty look, it does not take too long. I tiny bit
of base then mascara followed by eyeliner and some blue almost silver
color on the lids. Lipstick in a color similar to my nails and I am
done. I like it simple.
I open my robe to the waist and pull it back. Taking a large cotton
cloth, I soak it in rubbing alcohol and wipe my entire chest area down.
As it evaporates, I open the top drawer and slip on to silver bracelets
and a pair of clip on dangle earrings about two inches long.
From the second drawer, I remove my silicone forms. These are one of the
few things I had to buy in person, as they are custom fit and were very
expensive. Taking my time I apply the adhesive and wait a bit for it to
start to dry. I carefully press the left one in place making sure the
feathered edges are all smooth and flush. I hold it for a few minutes
and then do the same for the right one.
While I am sure everything I am doing would look silly from the outside,
this would be the silliest part. I have to hold them, kneading and
pressing them tight for at least ten minutes to ensure they are on
firmly. The glue is professional quality and once on they will look, act
and feel like real breasts.
Still it must look like a girl spending quite a bit of time playing with
her breasts in front of the mirror. Oh well, the only window is in the
bedroom and it faces the woods. Satisfied I take away my hands and check
that they are in exactly the right spot. The custom forms were designed
to accept my own flesh behind them so have been carved to fit my
contours. Once again I am pleased that the money was well spent.
I am five foot ten, one hundred and fifty pounds. The wide, C cup forms
are perfect for my shape and size and as I stand and take off my robe I
am once again amazed at how girly a guy I really must be if just
shaving, a little make up and fake breasts can make me so easily into
the cute thirty something with the hard on that looks back at me from
the mirror.
Hanging the robe back in the closet, I enjoy the weight of the breasts
as I move about. From my dresser I take out the sheer lace, white bra
that I always wear during the next part of the day. Slipping the straps
over my arms and shoulders, I easily hook the back and adjust it over my
now large breasts.
The tall white garter belt is next, followed by white stocking with lace
tops. I love my shaved legs in stockings and my cock twitches as they
slide on. The white ruffled panty is soon in place. My breasts jiggle in
the bra as I go to the closet for my shoes and dress.
I step into the short, black and white maids dress and pull it up over
my lingerie. I love watching myself do this in the three mirrors, my
cock fully aroused in the very full panty. Sitting delicately on the
bed, I put the three inch, classic black pumps on my feet and stand. I
curtsied to myself before heading out to the kitchen to begin my chores.
You might think that since I had tried on my first pair of panties and
got hooked at the age of fifteen that by now at thirty five, the
excitement would be gone. Or perhaps that the getting dressed part might
be arousing but since I did the same routine week after week, that after
two hours or so of dishes and dusting, clothes washing and ironing,
changing the bed and vacuuming, that my cock would soften.
Well it is the opposite for me. The short dress puffing out below my
waist, the tight waistband elastic holding the ruffled panty up, the
firmness in my legs caused by the heels, the gentle rustling of the
three petticoats built into the skirt and knowing that my stockings and
garters showed every time I bent over, all of those combined with the
ample cleavage of the nearly invisible forms and the fullness of the
nylon panty allowing my cock to be constantly stimulated, always kept me
hard and thick. I love being dressed that way.
The ritual of the afternoon changed as I finished up vacuuming the front
hall. There on the carpet in front of the door was a plain white
envelope. Curious, I picked it up to discover no stamp or writing on the
outside of it. Setting it on the living room coffee table, I put the
vacuum away before opening it.
Inside was a long hand written note on plain paper. It said:
Hello and forgive me for intruding on your private life. Please feel
free to throw this note away after reading it. Although we have not met
yet, I moved into the townhouse across the courtyard several weeks ago.
Over the last several weekends, I could not help but notice how
attractive and "special" you are, even through the thin gauze of your
curtains. The first time I caught sight of you was an accident and with
all good intentions I tried to look away, but I was drawn back to the
window every time there was movement. I realized you have a routine, so
I am assuming you found this while vacuuming. (I love that dress!)
As I said I do not want to intrude but I have always wanted to meet a
"special friend" like you. If you would like to have a glass of wine
this evening, simply place two empty wine glasses on the living room
window sill and I will bring the wine. Say about eight thirty?
Signed,
Your neighbor and perhaps new friend.
P.S. Wear that lovely gray dress from last week.
I was stunned. There was nothing to hint at the gender of the writer or
the orientation. Friendship could be defined so many different ways now,
that it was unclear what kind of friendship was desired.
I was tempted to throw it away and draw the drapes tightly closed. That
is when I realized my new neighbor might be looking now and could see me
in the maid outfit. Still, he or she had obviously seen it before, the
note said so.
It was just after six so I had time to think. I went to the bedroom to
change. Hanging the maid dress neatly in the closet I slipped off my
heels and set them on the floor. The white panties and bra were next,
followed by the hose and garter. When all were folded neatly away I went
to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
Refreshing my make up, I made it a little heavier, but not slutty.
Taking my cock in my hand I watched the red tipped fingers squeeze it
softly and stroke it from hardening to firm. Well buddy I thought, would
you like to make a friend? I laughed as a small drop oozed out the head
in answer. Wiping it carefully with a finger, I lick the finger clean
before applying more lipstick.
Back in the bedroom I removed the dove gray lingerie from the dresser.
Pleased that I had hand washed it this past week, I laid it out on the
bed. The satin garter, uplift bra and panty gleamed in the soft light.
Getting a new package of sheer black hose out, I opened it and laid the
soft nylons by the lingerie. Ignoring the growing curiosity of whom or
what my note writer might be I dressed slowly. The garter slid on and
the stockings rolled effortlessly up my legs. The bra hooked and in
place, the panty snug and caressing my cheeks, held my only semi hard
cock snugly.
Slipping the thigh length, gray silk slip over my head, I shuddered as
its silkiness settled around me. The slippery lace hugged my breasts as
I reached for the short gray dress the "secret admirer" had suggested I
wear. The knit material fit perfectly and I turned slowly before the
mirror admiring myself. Shiny 3 inch heels in gray completed the outfit
and new friend or not, I knew I looked nice.
Back to the bathroom to fluff my hair out and I was ready. Nervously at
eight o'clock I placed two wine glasses on the window sill, resisting
the urge to stare across the open space.
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