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IN THE OFFICE In the afternoon I dressed, as a girl. Tucking my penis into panties, stockings, heels. Knowing, I guess, what might well happen in the evening but still unsure of myself. It was both expected and unexpected. When I took the job, it was just as a computer nerd. Andrew was a great boss, if that's the word when two people work together, in the office that's just the ground floor of his three storey terrace in Swiss Cottage. In his late 30s, reserved and polite, no wife or close family as far as I knew. The business was building clever financial data modelling tools, something I was good at, and we hit it off as he quickly realised I could turn out elegant solutions to some of the things he'd been struggling with. I was 23, they say you do your best work young. For three weeks we worked together really well, and then one day I caught in a massive downpour. I'd been catching the tube to Andrew's house, and then about a 10 minute walk. Tuesday morning, no umbrella, heavy driving rain and I got totally soaked. Utterly drenched. And cold. Turned up on his doorstep shivering and shaking. "My god! You look wrecked! Come in, you'll catch a deathly cold!" And Andrew insisted I have a shower. "You'll need some clothes, I'll chuck yours in the dryer." How was I to know then that he had a flat mate, some kind of second cousin, who had gone off modelling in New York, leaving all her clothes behind? I came in at 9.00 am and left at 4.30 pm. As I was towelling off, blissfully warm again, Andrew knocked on the bathroom door. I wrapped myself in the towel. "Look, Kel, you need some clothes for a bit, and there's no way any of mine would fit.." My name is Kelvin, but usually just Kel. I'm five nine. Sixty kilos, slim as, short blonde hair. Andrew's about six foot two and well built, but slim. His clothes? Duh. The sleeves would be down over my hands and the pants over my feet. Which is when he told me about Ayesha, who had shared the house for a year or so before suddenly getting a modelling job in New York, and showed me into her room. "Not coming back in the short term," said Andrew. "Doing tons of stuff in the States. Calls on the odd occasion, but got quite new life. Last time we spoke she said just clear it all out and give it to charity. Must be something that would fit, you're about her size." And showed me into a spacious bedroom, pointing at the walk in wardrobe, and said "let you have a shuffle through then." And left. Well, the walk in was full of dresses and skirts and tops and boots and heels and shoes. There were masses of drawers and as I opened them found them full of panties and bras and teddies and stockings and and and....I couldn't deal with it. My heart was thumping, because I'm a transvestite. Or, up to that moment, an imaginary transvestite, who'd only ever stolen a couple of fear filled hours trying on my older sister's dresses, which didn't fit because she was actually bigger than me. Now here I am in a cross dresser's heaven, except I need to find something that makes me look like a boy. I sat down shakily on the edge of the bed, trying to breathe properly and thinking, get a grip on yourself. When I'd calmed down a bit I found a pair of dark grey ski trousers which when I pulled them on were very tight, and then a white "Bob Dylan's eternal tour" tshirt. Then a loosely knit jumper, and short white socks. In retrospect, I think the socks were, like, a starting point. There were plenty of socks in the drawer that was obviously the sock drawer, and I could have picked gym ones or anything but this pair, super thin cotton, below the ankle and, and, and.. I slipped them on. Ayesha's room was full of mirrors, and I couldn't help but see myself, front and back. It was a pretty androgynous look, oh and on the femme side of that. I took a deep breath back into the 'office' which is really just the front four rooms, and back to my desk. "Well how's that?" said Andrew. "Ok now?" "Yep," I said. "God I was freezing". A bit of silence while I powered up the computer. Andrew cleared his throat, slightly nervously I thought. "Suits you, actually, Kel." he said. "Thanks" I said. And then for the next couple of hours we just worked as normal, doing our different bits and pieces, except it wasn't normal and we both knew it, cause instead of jeans and a sloppy Joe I was wearing tight slinky pants and a knitted jumper that kept slipping off my shoulder, and white shortie socks. And a pair of black lace panties, with a thong I could feel constantly in between my bum cheeks, which I guess Andrew didn't know about, but since my boxers were in the dryer as well, he must have thought something. A couple of times towards lunch Andrew came over to check something on my computer, and with him leaning over me from behind I found myself shaky and blushing. "Are you okay?" Andrew asked softly, the third time it happened. "Did you get a chill from getting drenched?" "No, I'm ok," I said. "Guess I should change my clothes - they'll be dry by now." "No rush," replied Andrew after a moments pause. "You might as well stay as you are till you have to go home." And then, after another pause, "they fit really well." I pulled jumper back over my shoulder. "Much better quality than my old stuff," I said. "Better taste too." Andrew coughed nervously again, and I was sure he was looking at my crossed legs. "Well I must say you do them justice." And with that I started feeling weird, and my penis, which till this point had been shrunken so much I could barely feel it, suddenly started to grow and I could feeI it pushing out through the leg of the panties and in terror I realised I had to 'go to the toilet' and only just made it there and in pulling my tights and panties down and freeing my rock hard cock before I found myself coming and coming in my hand in shockingly shuddering waves, my semen shooting out so violently it reached the back of the toilet door. I cleaned myself up and sat for a while, till my trembling stopped. Then with a deep breath I pulled my panties back on and fitted my shrunken penis snugly in the front, thinking how wonderful it felt, and smoothing my tights. A quick look in the bathroom mirror, my legs were slim and, with the loose jumper almost like a dress, I looked pretty good. When I got back Andrew was on the phone. Interestingly, having cum had relaxed me, and a bit less wrapped up in myself, and it made me feel his gaze more, and made me want to move in softer, more girlish ways, as I slipped self consciously behind my desk. Our desks were at 90 degrees to each other, on opposite sides of the room. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that while he was talking on the phone, he also seemed to be looking at my legs, which I'd crossed. After a bit I realised he was booking a plane ticket to Berlin for a flight in only a couple of hours. "What's up?" I asked when he'd hung up. "That contract with Deuters? You know the one for the little bit of our data warehouse code? Looks like they now want to buy the whole lot! And I've got to get over there and seal the deal tonight." He was madly packing up things as he spoke. "Look Kel, could you do me a favour and stay in the house for a few days while I'm away? You can use Ayesha's room. I'd really appreciate it." It seemed my dreams were all coming true. "Sure" I stammered, "beats the pants off my bedsit." And followed him around as he quickly explained the locks and other household kind of stuff. In five more minutes Andrew had thrown some suits together and called a cab. I stood by the front window watching for it, but also posing a little, one leg bent at knee, hand delicately lifting the curtain. I couldn't help it. Andrew looked like he was fiddling with his phone but again I could tell he was really watching me. The cab pulled up outside. As Andrew was leaving he stopped with his hand on the door. "Look Kel you don't have to go back to your place at all tonight. You can wear any of Ayesha's things you like, she wouldn't mind, you look like you like it, and I, I....I like it too." I gazed right into his eyes. "Thanks so much," I whispered. He looked back and nodded, and was gone. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But the door closed. I leant my forehead against the back of the door and softly kissed it instead. IN TRANSITION I knew I had this transvestite thing from not long after puberty, but was ashamed, it seemed wrong. It didn't stop me putting on dress when I could get my hands on one, but that wasn't often and almost as soon as I saw myself in the mirror in a dress I'd get really hard and cum and it would be over. I bought a makeup kit once (a present for someone else of course) and for a few months if I knew I wasn't going to be disturbed I would lock myself in my room and practice doing my face. I've got an attractive face, pretty rather than manly and while often I made a bit of a mess a couple of times I got it soooo right and would sit spellbound for hours looking into the mirror at this cute girl who had just appeared out of nowhere. I liked girls too, well of course I guess, and so through uni the crossdressing stayed hidden from me as much as anyone else. I guess because of my looks I often seemed to get hit on by gay guys, but never responded, in a funny way I wanted them to like me as a girl, not as a guy. I got top grades, I started to earn money after graduating, and left Australia for London because that's where the work looked good. I did a couple of piece work jobs, got a small bedsit then this job with Andrew came up, a short one at first, and then another when we realised we thought the same way about coding financial data, and after a couple of weeks I was working with him full time. Like I said, the 'office' was just the front of a big terrace, real London posh. Until I got drenched this morning I'd never been in the other parts but gee it was swish. Truth be told, I had kind of planned that when I got to London I was going to get some girl stuff and explore that hidden side, but in two months I'd been too busy. And now, in one day, I was wearing a model's clothes and my boss, who seemed like at least accepting had suddenly pissed off overseas I had the whole place to myself for a couple of days. And so my heart was pounding but my brain was racing too. And so I got to work. A quick trip to the chemist down the road and back with Nair, lady razors and I didn't even care what they thought, I was too much in the zone. I didn't even look in Ayesha's room, just ran a bath - wow a huge bathroom - and over the next hour slowly and carefully shaved and Naired my legs and armpits and the few bits I had on my chest, close shaved my already quite beardless face and shaved off most of my pubic hair except a little triangle like a girl might have, and really carefully removed all the hair from my balls and crack. When I was totally smooth all over I lay in a hot bath, calming myself. Then I got out, dried myself carefully and minced gloriously naked to Ayesha's room, detouring to check the double lock on the front door and peering through the spy hole at the people walking past outside. If they only knew what was about to happen behind this door... I just had to hug myself, I couldn't believe it when I'd had the chance to have a decent look around. Dresses, skirts, tops in a walk in wardrobe. A whole two drawers full of stockings. Stacked baskets with matching bras and panties and slips and camisoles and bustiers and corsets and other filmy strappy things I didn't even know the name for, and at least thirty pairs of shoes: the first thing I did was try on a pair of court heels and they fit perfectly. There were two full length mirrors which I could adjust to see myself from the back and sides, and for a few minutes I just looked at my naked utterly smooth body and long shapely legs that ended in a glossy pair of black heels, making poses and blowing kisses and stepping from one heel to another and fondling myself, growing harder and harder and then getting close to the mirror and moaning to my image oooooo you're sooo sexy you are such a honey and came again in a few seconds, spurting my semen all over the glass. Calmer again, I cleaned myself up (and the mirror! Giggling to myself) and carefully selected a matching bra and suspenders and panty set, dark grey lace with tiny white bows and gently slipped the panties on, then the suspenders belt and then eased the bra straps on over my shoulders and grasped the hook at the front between the two lacy cups. After much deliberation I chose my first dress and selected some stockings and shoes and laid them neatly on the bed, wrapped myself in a short white satin robe, and sat down at the makeup table and turned on the lights around the mirror. If you're a transvestite or a cross dresser you might know this moment of anticipation and suspense, And I had the glorious luxury for the first time in my life of having all the time in the world, and the most amazing collection of makeup to choose from as well as a fair few clip on earrings as well as all the pierced ear ones. I chose my look carefully and simply and took it slowly. I put some gel in my hair to make it a bit spiky. Some light foundation smoothed my skin all over, delicate dark rose eye shadow, a little eyeliner and mascara, a little bit of blush to highlight my high cheekbones and then deep red lipstick and lip liner, that must have been such good quality it made my lips big and gorgeous so easily! I was careful not really to look at my whole face too much just yet, just making sure that each part was perfect, but did start whispering to myself, "ummm, you're gorgeous, ohh darling, mmmm you're sooo hot!!!" A pair of dangly silver earrings and a matching necklace and bracelets and I turned away from the mirror and back to the bed. I sighed in pleasure while slowly pulling stocking over my super smooth legs and gently slipping the suspenders through under my cute little panties and clipping them on. Oh darling me, I had never worn such beautiful stockings, silk, seamed, dark grey, and I had never had stockings on shaved legs before, the sensation was electric. Then the dress, a girl has to start with a little black number, and this was shimmery black silk with sheer arms that came down to just above my shoulders, quite loose around my torso but gathered in at the waist and then flaring out again, and sexily short. Mmm, I breathed as I zipped up the side! And very prettily sitting the bed with my jewellery clinking softly and slipping into my four inch heels, strapping each one around the ankle. Here we go, I thought, standing up and swivelling to see what the mirror had to show me! .....ohh...my...god...The most gorgeous girl was looking back at me. Very slim and with only the hint of breasts, such an elfin beauty, face with big red lips and wide eyes framed by short blonde hair, and a figure to die for, with long sexy legs and that short sexy dress. Oh oh it almost made me cry I was so happy. I gazed at my beautiful body for ooh ages, pouting and smiling and laughing and doing naughty things like lifting my dress and showing my panty-clad penis, but I was so otherworldly excited I wasn't at all hard, and my little cock there on a girl's body was sexy as anything to me, and on myyyy body..ooh...my...god.... I practiced walking around in heels and swaying my hips. With a little tinge of excitement I left the bedroom and went down to the kitchen and got a glass of wine, I sat on the leather couch looking into the mirror there, crossing and uncrossing my legs, my skirt riding up enough to show my stocking tops and suspender. I sat at my desk and imagined I was dressed like this with Andrew watching. I went to the front window and looked out, hidden behind the curtain, watching people go past and stocking my stockinged legs. I went to the back door, where a porch overlooked the small and private back garden, which I'd never seen before today. I unlocked to door and stepped quietly outside into a windy afternoon, my heels clicking on the stone, ooohhhh, gasp, the thrill!!! The cool caress of the wind on my stockinged legs, and bare arms, the feel of my dress shifting across my bra oh and please, please let it lift my dress! And oh, it did, and I felt the cool wind touch my penis through the panties lace and suddenly..... the aching urge crescendoing, I returned inside to lie down on the couch and open my legs wide, and moaning in intense pleasure took my now swollen cock in my hand and, lifting one leg on to the back of the couch felt the dizzy rush of orgasm overtake me and leave me sobbing with breathlessness. IN ANTICIPATION That was my third orgasm that day, and I had two more later in the evening. The first was couple of hours later, while wearing a school uniform I'd found in one of Ayesha's drawers. I don't know if it was hers, or just something for modelling. When I started getting transvestite urges at puberty I'd always be imagining that I was a schoolgirl, and this was the first time I'd ever had the chance to wear a girls school uniform. It was a summer uniform, light green checks on white, a pleated dress with a darker green rounded collar, buttons up the front and a belted waist. I wore it with white ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes, and as I walked around enjoyed one of my earlier fantasies, now come to life, where a young drama teacher I liked wanted me to audition for a girls part in a play and we decided I needed to see if I'd look okay so one Friday after school when everyone had gone and how he gave me a school dress and white panties and a padded bra and short socks and school shoes and I got dressed and looked really cute and sat on his desk while he stroked my legs and lifted my skirt and fondled my penis through my panties. I was wearing tight patterned cotton panties and rubbed my cock through them, imagining the drama teacher's hand under my skirt, this drama teacher who looked like Andrew..I watched myself in the mirror, cute in my school dress and short white socks, a girl masturbating and I came inside my panties, my semen soaking though the cotton. And the fourth time was in bed, around 11pm, after talking with Andrew on the phone. I was lying on Ayesha's big soft bed wearing a pink camisole and baby doll panties, wanting to sleep but my mind still racing, thinking about going back to my bedsit and getting my camera, and videos, and wondering if there was a tripod around somewhere when my mobile rang. I picked it up from the bedside table and said a sleepy 'hi' perhaps not realising it was more of the girly voice I'd been using in my head all afternoon than my normal voice. It was Andrew calling from Berlin... - Hi to you too. You sound sleepy, did I wake you up? - Umm, not really, I was just sort of, well, I guess I was nodding off..how's the deal going? - Great, though I'll be a couple of days going through things in detail, probably back Friday, that fine with you? - Yeah, of course, it's fine. A couple more days mmmm a couple more days of heaven..I thought. We talked about work for a few minutes, but I'd started to stroke my nipple through the camisole and wasn't really concentrating ... - hey, Kel, are you following? - Umm, not really, oops I've said that already! Sorry Andrew.. - Hey that's okay. Not too much trouble keeping an eye on things I hope - Oh no, oh not at all! Bit of a pause, then... - Kel, did you, erhh, find anything else in Ayesha's gear that was, you know, suitable, okay to wear? I was fully awake now. My heart had started beating faster, and my mouth was dry. I stammered and blabbered a bit - I oh, you know, I found some things, yes, she's umm, haha,she's got lots and lots of clothes to pick from and like you said they seem to fit and.... - I want to ask Kel, ummm, it's silly, but, but, but did you try... I mean.. If it's appropriate to ask, and it's certainly alright if you don't want to answer of course, but, did you try...... wearing any of her dresses? Oh my god. He knows, he knows. And he's asking so politely. I had been hiding my girl dressing so long, always so careful no one would ever find out, or even guess, even mostly hiding it from myself. And now, all in one day... I made up my mind to be truthful. - I, um, yes, I did. I'm sorry Andrew, I just was wondering you know and.. - Please! Please! Don't be sorry, I... I.. I...felt, you know, I had this intuition that that's what you might do. I'm glad. - Ohh, thanks so much, Andrew, being understanding, and I won't I mean, I'll be just normal when you get back. There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Andrew's voice when he spoke again was soft and he sounded quite nervous. - Kel, I'd actually like to see you in a dress. This morning, when you were wearing those tights, I found myself thinking, how amazing you would look in a dress. - I,I....would you? You wouldn't mind? Think it weird or something - No. I don't think its weird, I think it's quite wonderful, and brave. If I'm not being too forward, would it be alright to ask what you are wearing now? - Yes, it's okay, um, a nightie. - Just a nightie? - Well, it's pink, I think it's called a camisole. And, um, girls, like, girls, pants.... Oh, I need to be more honest about this, girls panties. There, I said it. Please don't tell anyone else about this Andrew, please? - Kel, no, no. Please think of being able to be open with me, I understand, I wouldn't dream of telling anyone else. I think I need to, well, I think we need to, adjust, in relationship terms, I mean to say, well, I'll be more honest too. Would you mind if I called you Kellie? Instead of Kel? I cradled the mobile in both hands, thinking. Andrew was so understanding but also very reserved. It was clear he wanted to see me dressed as a girl, but more than that? I didn't actually know myself, but I was obviously starting to develop feelings that weren't by any means platonic and I was scared, you know, if Andrew wasn't and what if I, you know, I was having such a good time I didn't want it to all go wrong. I took a deep breath before answering. - Andrew. Of course you can call me Kellie, I'd like that, it's always been my private name obviously, even though I've never had a chance like this before. But you know, we work with computing code all day, and what's real is real and I guess I have to say I'd love if you called me Kellie and I'd so love to dress as a girl with you and wear all these lovely clothes all the time because I know that I'm a cross dresser or a transvestite or whatever and I'm so so so happy you are being really nice about it but in the end I'm not a girl, I know, that, I'm a boy. And you need to understand that. There was a short silence, then Andrew said - Kellie, of course I know that. I'm not totally out of the loop. Cross dresser, transvestite, femme boy, she male, ladyboy, I don't suppose any of those labels fits you really. But I do know two things. Firstly, I have liked you since we first met, and I have admired you as well, for your wonderful brain and your personality. I know you feel you've had a wonderful chance, but so have I now, to get to know someone so special a little better. I've never had a chance like this either. I would like to get to know Kellie better when I get back, in a respectful way, and with pure admiration of her courage and knowing what Kel looks like, I expect Kellie's quite a pretty girl. - ... - ... - Oh Andrew that was beautifully said. And I will, for you and you only, show my cross dresser femme boy or whatever side, and thank you for everything you've said, soooo much. I need to hang up now, please, but thank you thank you thank you... - Good night Kellie. I'm sure you're wonderful, Kellie. - Good night Andrew. And you're wonderful too, My hands had already started drifting down from my nipples while we we talking, stroking first my smooth belly, then the little patch of soft pubic hair, and then my fingers finding my penis yet again and feeling it swell to hardness as we spoke. By the time Andrew signed off calling me wonderful my penis, my girly cock, was hard and erect and I was thinking things I couldn't quite say.... oh my hopeful darling, oh you called me Kellie, oh oh I want to be your Kellie ohhh I will be Kellie for you I am dying to be in your arms I am dying for you to kiss me, kiss me, please kiss me...and then.... I came again. IN WAITING The next couple of days passes in a blur, as I tried on all sorts of outfits, from very demure Japanese fashion style loose cardigan and long pleated skirt with bobby socks, to a super tight red micro mini fishnet stockings and six inch stilettos that showed a big bulge where a girl wouldn't have one, tight leather pants and tank top, long velvet evening dress slit to the thigh. And I added something too. I'd known, of course, about the shop called Transformations and even walked past it twice, but both times didn't have the courage to go in. Not this time, suddenly I didn't have a care in the world, and plenty of money to spend. I went there next morning, just after it opened, wearing one of Ayesha's bras under my normal old sweater and jeans (finally got them out of the dryer!) and bought two sets of top of the range false breasts, one a beautiful soft pair that fit perfectly and matched my skin colouring and the girl showed me how to wear them correctly. The other was a bra breast combo. Ayesha was only a 36, and so my breasts were quite small I guess, but I liked that. And two wigs after an hour of trying all almost every one in the shop., really expensive but I was past caring about money. One a honey blonde not quite shoulder length, layered and with lighter blonde highlights, the other long and auburn, loose curls. I tried them on in a private room while wearing my jeans but nothing above the waist except my bra breast combo, and I could swish the my auburn hair forward and it covered my cute little titties.. "You're really very pretty, you know" said the tall and striking Cockney girl who was bring my the wigs to try. "Have you been dressing long then love?" "About a day," I said, smiling. "Well no wonder you look so bloody happy! Is there a special someone for you?" "I hope so," I said shyly. "Well I think that that's one lucky person," she smiled. I looked around at some other things, all the sex toys and that, and also bought a couple of lubricants.. Lying in bed that morning on my back and with my legs spread wide I had been sucking my finger and slipping it gently into my, into my....my, oh naughty me, my 'boy cunt'. Yes, I breathed, my boycunt. "Excuse me," said the girl as she was packing up my purchases and came to the lubricants "You said, like, this was almost totally new for you like and I saw you looking at the dildos but didn't buy one so I'm guessing there might be a happy chappie in this story somewhere then. Lovey, have you ever, you know, done it?" "Umm. No," I replied. She went and got another bottle that came with a plastic syringe and showed me how to use it. "You should squirt in about this much, see? oh, maybe an hour before and it will really make it easier for you to relax, won't dribble out or nothin. Still be tight, but that's the point of it inn'it? Now you have a fantastic time then love, nothing like the first time." She winked and grinned and blew me a kiss. "And come back one day all dressed up proper in one of them wigs and show me how good you look. Obviously since I work here I've got a thing for pretty boys in dresses, and wouldn't I love to put my hand up your skirt!" Wow. I blushed crimson, stammered my thanks and left proudly clutching my new treasures. I'd found a tripod in the hall cupboard (three actually) and on the way back I stopped in at my bedsit and grabbed my camera and that afternoon Kellie went from very very pretty to drop dead gorgeous, walking around the house flicking back her hair and caressing her breasts, and capturing some of it some lovely photos and videos of her mincing and posing in front of the mirrors. Hot, hot, hot. But one I really liked was just a head and shoulder shot wearing my honey blonde wig and a glimpse of the top a flowery sixties type hippie dress, looking shyly sideways at the camera, dark full red lips slightly apart, slightly smiling I really liked, and kept it attached to an email to Andrew, well, if he asked... We spoke again that evening, and I was gay and flirty and he was laughing and kind but we didn't talk about anything improper, and he did ask if I had a photo and I sent it and after a couple of minutes when it must have arrived on his phone he went silent for a bit "oh my goodness Kellie, Kellie is that really you? You're totally gorgeous, I mean I knew you'd look cute but, wow you are amazing!" "Thanks. I'm glad you like it." "Have you gone out? You'd be a real eye turner!" "No, of course not," I giggled. "It's barely been a day! And I'm too scared." Another short pause, then Andrew said "you know I really don't have to stay as long as I thought, would it be alright if I came back tomorrow? I'd be back by about 4.30." And my heart started beating wildly. I said "Of course. I, I really do want to see you, and I guess have you see me. It would be wonderful if you could come back tomorrow." Thee was a short silence, and then Andrew said, quite slowly "Do you think you, do you think Kellie would like to walk down and meet me at the tube station? It's quite a quiet street and then you'd be quite safe with me." I felt the wind again blowing on my stockings, blowing in my heart. "I, I okay, yes, yes, Kellie will, I will." IN PUBLIC So here I am, about 4 pm on a cool and cloudy London day in late October, about to go out on the street dressed as a girl for the very first time. I spent the morning making sure my skin was perfectly smooth and soft all over, and deciding what to wear to go out, and maybe a couple of options for later, if things turned out the way I was hoping and even if they didn't, if Andrew wasn't interested in me in that way, I was still in heaven and so grateful to him. I painted my fingernails and toenails with great care a deep lustrous burgundy red, amazed at how it transformed my already slender hands into the hands of a girl, and how that helped the ways moved them, more gently, smoother motions somehow. I checked my look over and over in the mirrors. For my lingerie I'd chosen a lovely grey and pearl corset kind of camisole with soft lace cups that held my breasts perfectly, tight around my stomach but with little vertical ridges separating panels of lace and panels of almost transparent silk, and which had suspender straps fastened to sheer silky Parisian stockings. A matching high waisted pair of silk and lace panties, with subtle frills held my little penis firmly in place. It was funny how when I was calmly excited like this my cock was really small and my balls were tight. A green and black tartan skirt to just above the knee, and a closely fitted white shirt buttoned to the collar, which defined my pert breasts wonderfully, and a loose cream cardigan above that. A pair of small dark blue earrings and matching bead necklace, and soft low heeled camel suede ankle boots. My face and hair just like the photo I'd sent to Andrew, but a lighter coloured lipstick. I'd been wearing plumping lipstick since yesterday, and my lips, always quite generous, were now wonderfully pouty. The look? I'd aimed for shy kind of sophisticated college elegant but cute and again, marvelling at the lovely girl in the mirror was amazed at how well I'd pulled it off. At 4.15 Andrew texted that he'd caught the train and would be at the station in about 20 minutes, and I took a deep breath, picked up a little black shoulder bag, and walked out and locked the front door. My heart was in my mouth for the first few minutes and I kept my gaze lowered as I passed my first couple of people. Oh, I did get a couple of quick second glances from two young men, but as soon as I realised no one was going to point and yell 'hey, that boy is wearing a dress!' I gained a bit of confidence. The breeze against my stockinged legs was like a sensuous caress, my heels clicked softly with each step. When I arrived at the tube entrance I stood demurely in a corner an texted Andrew. He replied instantly and said he'd be there in a couple of minutes. Then the usual rush of people up the escalator, I could feel a few of the guys eyeing me as they went by, and then there was Andrew, strikingly smart in his snappy dark business suit, and we held each other's gaze as he came over, dropped his travel bag on the ground and reached out to envelope my hands in his. "Kellie," was all he said. "Andrew," I said. We stared into each other's eyes while the crowd milled around and dwindled. I felt Andrew's thumbs caressing my hands and I gently squeezed back, smiling and biting my lower lip. "You're gorgeous you know," whispered Andrew. "Thanks," I whispered back, "pretty nervous, but feeling safe now." "Would you like me to walk you home?" Andrew asked solemnly, "Please," I answered. "Yes please." Andrew gently disengaged his hands and picked up his bag with one hand and with the other put his hand around me. I put my arm around his waist and we started to walk slowly, my head on his shoulder. I could feel the tenseness in his body. After we turned the corner back into our street Andrew leaned down and put his mouth against my ear and hoarsely whispered" Kellie, I want to kiss you." "I want you to kiss me," I breathed. The light was fading now. Andrew stopped and turned me towards him, wrapping me in his arms. I slid my arms up around his neck, bending my neck back and slightly opening my mouth. Andrew bent his head towards me. And that was our first kiss, oblivious to passing people. His lips touched mine, I shivered, our tongues dancing gently, how long I'll never know, my breasts against his suit, his hands around my waist, his lips on mine. We stopped, and I gasped and Andrew took a deep breath, "Wow". Without speaking again we turned for home, our arms around each other.. "Did you enjoy that?" Said Andrew after a couple of steps. "Mmm," I replied, coyly. "I'm not sure, I think I need more data (giggling a little and squeezing his hand). "Maybe I need you to kiss me, say, maybe a hundred times...when we get back, I mean there's another special dress I want to wear for you and I want to be honest so I don't want these breasts and this wig, and, but, maybe we could spend some time just kissing?" Andrew's hand slid up from my waist and cupped my breast. I gasped. "Of course," he said softly, "of course. But Kellie, I must know, does it end with kissing? Boyfriends often want more than that, I know I do." I was silent for a few steps, then looked up into his eyes. "I promised to be honest, with myself and you. I know what I want, and if it's what you want, it doesn't have to end with kissing. I want to feel you inside me, Andrew. I want you to fuck me." Andrew suddenly dropped his bag, pulled me to him and kissed me again. "Oh yes, dearest Kellie. I want to fuck you. I want to stroke your lovely cock, I want you to cum in my mouth and I most definitely want to fuck you." "Ohh ohh ohh." We walked on in the gathering dark, hand in had. "That's the first time I've kissed a man," I said. Andrew smiled. "Me too. But I've been thinking about it fair bit in the last few days, kissing boys, Weill one boy actually, called Kel. Or Kellie when he's wearing a dress." IN ECSTASY All of a sudden we were home, and inside. Andrew dropped his bag in the hall and eased off my cardigan, dropping it as we walked to the big leather lounge between our desks, we sat next to each other and started kissing and kissing and kissing as the light faded to darkness. I put my hand inside his shirt to play with his nipples, and he caressed each of my breasts in turn, kissing them though my shirt, murmuring how beautiful I was. His hand touched my knee and the hem if my skirt. I kissed his nose his eyes. "Shall I change no?" I asked. "Yes," breathed Andrew, "oh yes." His hand slid up my dress, stroking my stockinged thigh. We slowly disengaged. Andrew went to pour some wine. I went to Ayesha's room and took off my wig, took out my breasts and put on the lovely black dress and strappy heels I'd first worn, with silver earrings and necklace. Some deeper eye shadow and very dark red lipstick, my face seriously sexy. A deep breath, and the elfin Kellie returned to the lounge room, posing in the doorway in her short short dress and long long legs and said, "do you still want to be my lover.?" Because even then I wasn't totally sure. In reply Andrew stood swiftly from the couch, came across and clasped me to him, almost lifting me off my feet as I arched backwards under the intensity of his passionate kiss. I could feel his erection hard against my waist, his hands were lifting my dress and clutching my panties, my suspenders, his hands were all over me, he was carrying me to the lounge, lying me down, his strong hands under my dress, between my legs, and then his fingers pulling my stiff cock free of my panties. We looked into each other's eyes as he stroked his fingers up and down my shaft "does that feel good Kellie?" Oh yes oh yes, oh yes it felt good and then oh god oh god oh oh he's kissing my cock and then taking it all in his mouth while pushing my stockinged legs wider and wider and I'm gasping and moaning and as he sucks me I cum like I've never cum before and Andrew my darling Andrew is licking the cum from my swollen penis. I cried a bit then I was so happy. Andrew held me in his arms and kissed my eyes, one of his hands always holding and fondling my soft cock and stroking my legs. And I knew it was now my time to please him. "Take of my dress darling," I whispered and he slipped it down. I stood up in front of him and softly pushed his head against my crotch, moaning as he took my cock in his mouth again. "Mmmmmmm," I said, siting down beside him and gently placing my hand on his thigh. "My turn" as my fingers moved up to trace the bulge of his erection through his pants. Andrew gasped. I kissed him hungrily, moaning softly, calling him my lover, my darling and undid his belt. "I want your cock now," and unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. "Oh god Kellie oh my Kellie." Andrew's breath was hoarse my hand stroking this long hard thing in his white underpants and then, pushing down the band, his cock reared out and I held it, the first time I had held another mans cock, and so much bigger and longer than mine. "Oo," I squealed softly, "I hope it fits."(giggle) Andrew moaned. I gently slid my fingers up and down his rigid shaft caressing his cock head where his precum was already oozing out. I looked Andrew deep in the eye. "Later tonight you can see if it fits in my boy cunt when you fuck me. But just right now I know it's going to fit in my mouth." And with it I leant down and softly with my tongue licked his cockhead, tasting his precum, then kissed his cockhead, then wrapped my red lips around his soooo hard cock, enveloping it sliding my lips down his shaft and taking his cock into my mouth, reaching with my hands to hold and fondle his balls Andrew was moaning, I took all of his cock I could, sucking his cock, sucking his cock, sucking his cock oh god oh god I'm sucking his cock! oh sucking his cock!!!! and then he almost screamed as his orgasm took him and his semen jetted into my open mouth and all over my face. After an age Andrew stopped cumming and we panted together, me with his cock still in my mouth. Then we smeared our cum across each other's bodies and licked it off. We lay together on the lounge, gazing at each other and ours hands wrapped round each other's cocks, Andrew still in his business suit, me in my sexy lingerie, not saying anything with our mouths but with our hands. I want your boy pussy, said Andrew's hands as his hands spread my legs apart and his fingers played with my rosebud. I want your cock in my boy pussy, said my fingers, stroking. and stroking. And while our hands were talking, Andrew kissed me again, and again, and again, and I kissed Andrew again and again and again. IN BED WITH ANDREW, AND WITH ANDREW IN ME After a while Andrew undressed me slowly, undoing the ankle straps of my shoes, unclipping my stockings and sliding them down each leg, then my camisole until I was naked. One of his hands was always between my legs, fondling my penis and fingering my penis and my boy pussy. "You're beautiful Kellie" he kept murmuring, "my beautiful tranny, my sexy femme boy." When I was naked I undressed him as well, feeling his strong muscles, lean, not very hairy. I couldn't keep my hands off his penis either, or my mouth. We cuddled together for a while. "What do you think a boy girl who is about to lose his virginity should wear?" I queried while kissing his ear. "Mmmm," he replied. "I was thinking just the same thing. Maybe we should go and have a look." "Alright," I smiled. We stood up and held each other, our naked bodies close together, my head on Andrew's chest as he kissed my hair, his penis on my belly. "You're too tall!" I laughed. " I know..." and sat down and strapped on my sexy four inch heels again. Now I was a few inches shorter, and our cocks could touch each other. So we stood for a bit kissing and feeling our cocks rubbing together. Our cocks, our premises, our pricks, our male genitals. I was being gay with a man, A strong man cock and a smaller girly boy cock. "My clitty feels sooo good against your cock," I murmured into our kiss. "You're a dirty little kitten aren't you Kellie," Andrew murmured back. "A dirty little tranny kitten that's about to be fucked." I pulled my head away, laughing a little. "Maybe, but I think I'm just a cute shy little virgin who needs her man to help him find some pretty clothes to wear!" Andrew smiled and we walked together into Ayesha's bedroom. Andrew's hands slipped from my waist and between my bum cheeks, his middle finger pushing just a little into my rosebud. "Oo oo...mmmm naughty boy" I giggled. Andrew flipped through Ayesha's dresses, sometimes taking one out and asking me to hold it in front of me. The one he chose was a tight white, elasticised boob tube I hadn't even noticed it was so small! Two thin shoulder straps, it barely reached for my nipples to my crotch. "There my darling," he said, rubbing my nipples between is fingers, making them hard. "I don't think you'll be able to fit a bra under that, but white panties and stockings and heels are a must." "Yes Andrew," I said meekly. "I'll be waiting for you my bedroom" he said, brushing my cock with his hand as he left. I'd already decided on which stockings, sheer hold up white ones that came up just above my knees, and a pair of sheer, almost totally transparent high waisted white panties, with a tight thong that pushed my cheeks apart. A pair of high heeled white court shoes. I redid my lipstick bright Marilyn Munroe red. I wiggled into the boob tube, it clung to me completely, almost like being naked. My nipples were sooo hard and poked out sharply, and the dresses barely covered my panties and was so tight you could see the shape of my penis and the bulge of my scrotum. Then my smooth bare legs until the stockings began above my knees. I stood a moment posing in the mirror. I looked fucking boy girl hot. Nervously I made my way to Andrew's room, with my lubricant in my hand, putting each long high heeled leg in front of each other and feeling my ass wiggle as I did. The door was half closed. I knocked. "Andrew, can I come in?" "Come in, Kellie." I opened the door and let him drink in my stunning body, as did I, as Andrew was only wearing tight Y fronts that clearly showed the shape of his penis. He didn't say anything, just came over and looked me in the eyes as he put his hand on my tummy, running it down till he found the line of my half swollen penis and stroked its outline through my dress. I whimpered and reached out to touch Andrew's cock. He pushed down his underpants and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I was mesmerised feeling his manhood become hotter and harder until it was like a rock. I suddenly realised that somehow my panties were already down around my ankles. My own penis was hard, too. Only then did Andrew kiss me, fiercely and powerfully. I melted in his embrace. His hands joined together behind me, and gently but forcefully forced my cheeks apart. My legs spread and before I knew it I had one leg wrapped around his waist while his finger probed deeper and deeper into my boy cunt. "I want to make you a real girl, Kel" said Andrew. "Oh please" I groaned. He carried me and lay me on my back on the bed and got on his knees to lick and tongue my hole. I twisted over till I was face down, raised myself on my knees and lifted my ass high into the air. I closed my eyes. "Please." I said. I could hear Andrew's heavy breathing, and I was panting too. "Please....." I think it was in the nature of our relationship, which had gone from being work colleagues to being intimately and now sexually engaged, that gave us a such a kindness at this moment. I was totally submissive. I had offered up my ass, my hole, my boy cunt to my lover's long thick rigid shaft. We were silent now, no room for words. My own cock was stiff in anticipation but now it was all about my virgin hole. With my head down on the sheets I sensed Andrew spreading the lube on his cock, and then....I felt ...... The mushroom of his cock's head pushing into my boy pussy. I breathed deeply, relaxing. His cock head went in and out, each time a little further. Ooooooooo Kellie sighed Andrew. Oh darling I moaned. I felt now more of his cock, and couldn't wait and without thinking I pushed my pretty ass back against him and rammed his cock deep, deep oo and there was a brief moment of pain as as as...his cock went in further and further and further and filled me totally and I felt his balls slapping against my ass. Our breaths were ragged gasps. "Oo. Kellie. Oo mmmm Kellie. Ohh Andrew, oh Andrew. Oh fuck oh fuck. When he pulled his cock back I screamed no no no and when he drove it in again I screamed yes yes yes!!! and then his long fat cock was driving in and out of my boy cunt and I was off the planet as each stroke filled me, over and over, all my desires now real, I was a girly boy being fucked by a loving man, moaning, screaming oh yes. Oh yes oh yes. "Ohh Kellie Kellie fuck I want you I want to fuck you as a girl." And I knew then that my years of yoga were about to pay off. I pulled Andrew's cock out of my ass and rolled over on my back. I opened my legs wide and pulled him down on top of me and stretched my legs high over his arms. "Fuck me as a girl," I gasped and guided his cock into my hole, and his throbbing shaft filled me his body on top of me he pushed all the way in and I cried out with pleasure. He brought his head to mine and we stared into each other's eyes. I opened my lips and he kissed me, his tongue and cock deep inside me. Then he began to move again, and our breathing was ragged and hoarse and we were moaning and I stretched my legs wider than ever, and faster and faster his cock ramming and pulsing and fucking and fucking my own cock jammed against his waist and Andrew's hard hard cock INSIDE ME, FUCKING AND GASPING AND MOANING AND OH GOD OH GOD I felt him orgasm deep inside me as my own climax sprayed spunk across his belly as we came together he pulled me to him and his cock inside me filling me totally and all my fucking dreams had oh ohh ohhh oohhhh oooohhh!oh! oohh!!! just cum fucking true.