Alex to Alina Chapter 12 The Morning After
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Chapter 3: The Morning After
I passed back out for a few more hours, letting the bright sun through
the window fall a little lower in the sky. I didn't have anywhere to be
until work later that night anyway.
As I lay through the painful part of the hangover, I tried to recall the
silly events from the previous night, and wondered if they had actually
happened.
When my headache finally cleared up a little, I finally groaned and sat
up -- noticing I wasn't wearing anything at all. I considered for just a
second that maybe I had dreamt the whole situation until I spun on my
bed and stuck my legs out from under the covers. I was instantly greeted
by a pair of smooth, silky legs. Which did nothing to help calm down my
morning wood.
"Shit," I muttered to nobody.
What did I do? I stood up, trying to ignore the odd feeling of a
hairless body and looked around for the suitcase that had been the
gateway to all this. It was neatly zipped up and tucked away, stacked on
top of my dresser. I stretched and stood, wrapping the sheets around
myself so I wouldn't be distracted by the sight and sat down at my
computer.
As it booted up I found myself laughing. I thought on the events of the
night and decided to pass it off as a drunken story I might jokingly re-
account to somebody some day. Sure, it was a strange night, but I
warranted my feelings about the whole thing to too much beer and just a
simple curiosity. I decided to not put much thought into it. Now that I
was sober I was sure I looked awful in the lingerie, considering I had
heavy beer goggles on while looking at myself last night.
It was a little embarrassing, but it could have been worse. After all,
losing my body hair wasn't the worst thing that had happened to me
during any other night I had gotten black out drunk. At least I didn't
mope around all night thinking about Felicia until I did something
really stupid... Her name brought a pit to my stomach and I turned to
the computer to distract myself. I paused.
Resting on the desktop was an untitled folder that hadn't been there
yesterday. I was tempted to just trash it and forget the whole thing,
but curiosity, of course, got the best of me.
I opened it, only to find what was apparently a bin of several dozen
photos from my computers webcam. In the tiny preview images I could make
out the silhouette of a body.
I paused again. A chunk of the night rushed back: I remembered booting
up the webcam, but more specifically recalled disconnecting the ethernet
cable as a precaution in case the pics wanted to escape. I sighed and
patted myself on the back.
I stared at the tiny images of silhouettes for a while, scared to open
it up and see how terrible I looked in the lingerie. But after hovering
the folder over the trash for a bit I changed my mind and clicked to
open an image.
I felt my eyes widen... I didn't look terrible at all. There I was,
dressed head to toe in sexy lingerie and totally owning it. And even
worse, I was posing like any model would, how the hell had I even
learned to pose like that? I thanked myself for having positioned the
camera to hide my face.
I started admiring the images, finding each post to be sexier than the
last. This outfit looked incredible on Felicia, but even better on me.
Even the push up bra had found a way to lift up my little titties into
something respectable. I was hot!
I got to about the 15th image before stopping and quickly closing the
window. What the hell was going on with me? I wasn't drunk this time,
why was I feeling this way? Why did me dressed like this make me so hot
and bothered? I had never even considered this to be something that
might turn me on.
I looked down at my rising erection and shook my head. No way was I
gonna let that happen. I stood and hurried to my dresser, deciding to
throw on some pants and maybe get out of the apartment for a while to
clear my head.
I didn't notice until I had my hands on the dresser handles that I
seemed to have found two more suitcases of Felicia's in the apartment
last night and had collected them in one stack next to the dresser.
Maybe I was going to burn them in effigy? I thought happily. But then I
opened my top dresser drawer.
I was nearly blinded by the bright colors and sexiness. I had filled the
entire top drawer of my dresser with Felicia's lingerie last night.
"God dammit!" I shouted and quickly threw the drawer shut. Drunk me was
starting to piss me off. I opened the second drawer to find more of her
clothing -- skirts, dresses, a couple pairs of booty shorts.
"Come on Alex! What the hell man!" I slammed that drawer shut as well
and went for the third and final. Shoes and heels, not many, but a few.
I just sighed in defeat and closed the drawer. So where had I put my
normal clothing? I looked around my spotless room for a second, then
closed my eyes and tried to think back. Nothing much entered my mind
outside of throwing everything in my dirty laundry basket.... It came
back to me in a sad flash.
I had removed the lingerie, and decided to put all her stuff in the
dresser to make the dresser smell like her. When that didn't seem to
work out, I had collected everything I owned and thrown it in the still
full bathtub to pick up the soapy lavender smell she always seemed to
have.
I didn't ask myself why I had decided to separate her clothes into
different drawers like that, but instead headed to the bathroom, where I
quickly discovered all my clothing crammed sloppily into the bathtub and
completely sopping wet.
"You're a real interesting person when you drink buddy," I said to the
walls of the tiny space.
I reached down and dug through the clothes until I could reach the
drain. I popped it up and heard the gurgle of a slow but steady escape
of liquid. I headed back to my room, cursing myself for my stupidity.
Still naked, hungover, and now depressed at my behavior last night, I
didn't know what to do with myself. I found my eyes being drawn between
my Xbox, and my dresser drawer.
I decided it would be best to pull everything in the dresser out and
prepare it for the piles of wet clothing to come.
I approached the dresser cautiously and slid open the top drawer. Again
I was blinded by the sexiness, but stuck it out and actually looked this
time. Nearly a dozen bras and panties lined the top in multiple colors
and styles. A couple pairs of stockings and garter belts in there as
well.
I just paused with my hand over everything, fearing to enter. I couldn't
deny the lust I felt, and I had no idea where it was coming from. I had
never felt like this in my 25 year existence.
I quickly shut the drawer and headed back for me computer, quickly
working to bring up a web browser.
I started typing in a couple things quickly, to poor results: "why do I
want to wear a bra?" "Why is lingerie a turn on?" "What did you do with
your Ex's stuff after she moved out?"
The last search brought me to a site where a lot of guys would burn
their Ex's stuff in barrels or throw it off roofs. As far as I could
see, none of them where putting it on!
I groaned in frustration, typed a couple more questions, then tried "men
wearing bras?" Which brought up a link to Reddit about crossdressing. I
had never been to reddit, only heard of friends who did and admitted to
wasting way too much time on there. I had intentionally avoided it for
as long as possible, my Xbox was enough of a time suck. But, this link
might have relevant information and actual human opinions on what I
might be feeling. So, despite my previous fears, I clicked on it.
After looking at the odd layout of the site, and getting a quick
understanding, I slowly realized maybe this wasn't the information I was
looking for. This seemed to be a forum where pics of men crossdressing
were simply just shared. I avoided the links and looked off to the side
and quickly clicked on a couple recommended pages, to see if I could
eventually find some answers.
I eventually navigated to a subreddit called "GoneWildCD" and again
realized maybe this was a bad idea. But before I shut the window a link
caught my eye, stating: "Wearing my girlfriend's skirt" I paused, maybe
I was wrong after all. Many people had commented and seemed to be
answering this guy's questions. I quickly clicked on the link and was
brought to an image site.
I sighed, this was just a picture of a man wearing his girlfriend's
skirt. This was of no help, but -- and even though I cursed myself for
thinking it -- I thought, "I look better than that."
I quickly went back a page and sighed in frustration. I clicked on the
comments section in the final attempt for some answers and was surprised
by the result. There was nothing but positive feedback, from admirers
who appreciated the post -- some quite dirty, but generally all very
encouraging.
I stared at the comments for a while, and felt a little sad. All these
people, complete strangers, were encouraging this person, and they were
all saying either nicer or sexier things than had ever been said to me
from Felicia.
As low as I was feeling, I found myself wanting some of that
encouragement and positivity, even if from a stranger.
I felt a pit in my stomach form as I came to my next logically step.
"Nope, no, no, no, no," I stated quickly, and stood up. "Don't do it."
I decided to go back to the task at hand, which was probably the most
counter productive thing I could have done in response to my "No".
I reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of black panties to toss
into the nearest suitcase. But the material of them made me stop. This
pair didn't look much different from my normal briefs. Maybe a little
stretchier and with lace around the band, but there was nothing overly
sexy about them.
I made the decision. Hell, I couldn't be naked all day. Without thinking
I slipped them on, trying to ignore the gentle caress as they formed
around my ass. I tried my best but couldn't resist and took a peek in
the mirror. They may not have looked sexy in my hand, but on me, was a
different story.
I felt a sad smile creep across my face as I remembered what Felicia had
said, "I'm jealous. You have a better ass than I do baby." And realized
that was probably the best compliment she ever gave me over the course
of the relationship. I got riled up pretty quickly. Well I would show
her, how sad if an entire thread of people agreed that I did have a
better ass than her? How sad would that be?
I rushed back to my computer and logged on, deciding to make a reddit
account on a whim, typing in "Alina91" as my username, vaguely recalling
and deciding the fake name I had given myself last night would do fine.
Within a couple minutes I was uploading a couple images pulled from the
untitled bin and adding an album to the reddit thread. I had just
grabbed whatever was in there without a second thought.
I shifted in my seat and looked down, I had almost forgotten I was
wearing panties. I was kinda in blind auto pilot at this point so I
thought nothing of it when I stood up and walked back over to the
dresser, I felt my hips sway, once again, more than they probably should
have. The feeling of wanting to be sexy was back, and that mixed with my
horniness seemed to make me an unstoppable force when it came to my new
fetish.
I playfully kicked off the plain panties and dug my hands into the top
drawer. I cooed a little as I ran my fingers through the soft material,
it was all just so sexy!
I pulled out a pair of sky blue boyshorts, and giggled at the irony.
They were covered in silk and little bows. Felicia had worn them when
she wanted me to get a little riled up, knowing blue was my favorite
color. Well I was definitely riled up.
I slipped them on and savored the feelling as they caressed my legs and
clung up and over my hips. I felt the material sink up my ass crack a
little and it made my quiver.
Next I snatched up the matching blue bra. It was fairly heavily padded
and was embellished with little crystals. I slipped it on, and realized
it was a little longer in the band than the last one, and once fastened
would stretch the length of my torso and would stop just above my navel.
I spun my hands around and once again found that I could hook the bra
with little to no issue, which was surprising because there were several
more hooks this time.
I snapped the last one into place and I quickly adjusted the straps and
pulled them, lifting what little cleavage I had up. I absolutely adored
this bra. It hugged me tightly and pushed everything right into place. I
shouldn't have looked this good.
At this point my little friend was no longer hiding in my panties, but
was at full attention. I ignored it and moved on to drawer two.
It didn't take me long to decide, as there wasn't a lot of choices. I
snagged one of two dresses. A little black a-line dress she had worn to
her birthday party last year.
I unzipped it quickly and stepped in, finding it a little difficult to
get it past my hips, but finding the fit much nicer once it did. Without
a seconds pause I slipped my arms into the holes and reached behind my
back, finding the little device she used to zip it up still attached.
With one smooth motion I zipped up the back. It was heaven. The dress
tightened in all sides and I could feel it form to my booty and what
little breasts I had. It was all I could do to stop myself from rubbing
my hands up and down my silk covered body. I unhooked the little zipper
device and tossed it aside. I spun on the heels of my feet and stared
into the mirror. I got a sick pleasure knowing I wore it better than
Felicia.
I padded back to the computer chair and sat down, making sure to cross
my legs in the process. The feeling of my plump panty covered ass
sliding onto the leather seat nearly killed me, so I finally hiked up my
skirt and let myself have relief.
I had never felt so satisfied during the process, and could feel my body
squirming and sliding, as I bit my lip and groaned. I nearly passed out
as I came to an end and felt my body go limp. I leaned back and exhaled
slowly, closing my eyes to enjoy the pleasure.
I had passed back out in a matter of minutes. Forgetting the album I had
just posted to reddit...
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