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Chapter 4
You arrived the next evening with a cigarette craving as strong as ever.
"Hey Patricia, I'm dying for a fag," you said as you came in the door.
You had to admit, last night the cigarettes had felt really good.
"I'm sure you are honey," she laughed, "but you know the drill, you have
to do something for me if you want cigarettes."
"Well I'll put the lipstick on if that's what you want," you answered.
"Well, I do want that but I want something else tonight," she smiled. "I
actually have a new pair of shoes, I need to brake in and I'd really
appreciate it if you did it for me."
Sighing at her silly games you agreed. "Ok Patricia but I really hope I
don't twist an ankle. I've got football training tomorrow."
"Don't worry Steve, I'll show you how to walk in them properly." She
winked. "You're a star!"
Patricia went up to her room and returned with a pair of two inch pumps.
Honestly you were surprised when they actually fit you. Sure they were a
little bit small and they pinched your feet a bit but there's no way your
feet were this close in size to Patricia's. At first it was difficult to
balance and you were clunking round the living room in the things, but
with a few tips from Patricia you were soon walking much more gracefully.
The trick seemed to be keeping your shoulders back, your elbows pinned to
your sides and taking smaller steps. Patricia had you imagine you were
walking on a tight rope as you walked in them, heaping praise on you once
you got it right. Although it was beyond silly you had to admit it felt
really good to please Patricia. Finally she seemed to think you had the
mechanics down well enough to avoid rolling your ankle.
"You're a natural Steve," she smiled, "here's a pack of ciggys for
tonigh.t"
"Thanks Patricia," you responded. "I probably won't smoke them all
tonight though. I'm going to start cutting back a bit. How long will it
take to break the shoes in?"
"Well love, if you wear them each night you're here while you do the
housework then it'll probably take about a week."
Nodding you removed a cigarette from your new pack, for some reason it
felt right to apply some lipstick beforehand. You set to work cleaning
the kitchen, and moping the floors. The heels definitely slowed you down
a bit and your feet hurt a little but you powered on anyway. Applying
your lipstick and smoking your cigarettes, each one feeling as good as
the last. By the time it was time to go home you had almost finished the
pack.
Wednesday's training was a nightmare. The coach lined you all up and
explained that we had an important cup match in a couple weeks, today was
going to be spent doing extreme conditioning to prepare. Usually fitness
wasn't an issue for you but today's training was a real struggle. As you
and the team ran hill sprints, flipped tires and performed endless sets
of push ups and squats you were astounded at how much a couple weeks
smoking could affect you. Your lungs were on fire by the time coach blew
the whistle to signal the end of practice. Once the session was over your
coach reminded everyone that they had their fitness evaluations set for
Saturday. The fitness evaluations were a monthly thing on the team, we
were given tests on endurance and strength and body fat levels were
recorded so that coach could ensure we weren't slacking off on our
fitness regimens.
"Bet you can't wait for Saturday Steve?" Jeff grinned as you walked back
to the changing rooms. Jeff was a fellow team mate and one of your better
friends on the team. He had dirty blond hair and a lanky build that made
him a nightmare for the opponents defence when the ball was in the air.
You knew what he was getting at regarding Saturday. The girl who runs the
fitness tests is also the team's physiotherapist, Kathy. Although she was
still in university herself and not officially qualified, Kathy was doing
a physiotherapist course and had been working for the team this year.
Although not the traditionally girly girl she had a natural beauty that
was hard to deny, with a pair of perky little B cup breasts and trimmed
and toned athletic body. Steve clearly wasn't the only player on the team
that liked her. Every training session some comedian would pretend they
had pulled their groin and claim that they had to see Kathy for a
massage.
On Thursday you arrived at Patricia's house wore her heels, put your
lipstick on and smoked your cigarettes. Patricia was out for the evening
so you had the place to yourself. Walking in her heels was already
becoming natural for you. As you minced around the kitchen doing your
chores you found the sound of your heels clicking on the kitchen tiles to
be deeply erotic for some reason. While you were collecting Patricia's
dirty clothes for the laundry a strange thought occurred to you. You
thought about trying on her dirty panties. Embarrassed by the perversion
of it you couldn't help but be completely turned on by the idea. After a
few moments reflection you reasoned that Patricia wouldn't be home for at
least another few hours and her clothes were going in the wash anyway.
Taking off all your own clothes you held the panties in your hands. They
were pink with white lace trim and a little bow on the front. Savouring
the moment you slid the garment up your legs. Before long you had put on
a pair of Patricia's capri leggings and one of her shell tops. The
feelings running through your body at this moment was intoxicating. Why
did this feel so good you wondered, confused at what you were doing but
not having any intention of stopping. Deciding you wanted to take things
a step further you searched Patricia's room for her makeup and once you
found it you applied some foundation and mascara to your face, finishing
it off with the now familiar bright red lipstick. Finally slipping your
feet into her pumps, you lit a cigarette, and walked over to the full
length mirror in her bedroom. The sight of you in Patricia's clothes,
smoking in such a feminine way was almost too much, you lay back on her
bed and grabbed your erect cock, starting to pump furiously. Only
stopping every now and again to take a drag from your still lit
cigarette. You must have been so lost in ecstasy that you didn't hear the
front door open, or Patricia coming up the stairs.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"
Frozen with fear and shock you looked over at Patricia, she was standing
in the doorway. The rage on her face palpable. Not having any idea what
to say you simply stared at her.
"You had better take my clothes off, right now!"
Doing as you were told you removed the shell top and began to take off
the leggings.
"ugh, you're wearing my panties as well? For god's sake, you can leave
those on, I clearly won't be wearing them anymore"
Once you were back in your own clothes, except the panties of course, and
you had used a wipe to remove the makeup Patricia told you that you could
go home early. She stuck the patches on your arm and sent you on your way
"When you come here tomorrow, I want you wearing that underwear.
Otherwise there'll be trouble," she warned
As soon as you got back to your apartment you took the panties off and
threw them at the wall. You spent that night at home wallowing in pity,
trying to figure out what caused you to dress up in Patricia's clothes.
'I'm not some crossdresser. What was I thinking? She must think I'm some
kind of sick pervert or something. And why does she want me to wear her
damn panties tomorrow?' Although only a few hours ago wearing her panties
was deeply erotic, now that you had calmed down the idea was repulsive.
It didn't make any sense, you had never had the urge to dress up in
women's clothes before so why now?
Chapter 5
You spent most of Friday dreading the evening round Patricia's. You had
decided that the best course would be to apologize and explain it was a
onetime thing, maybe she would be understanding about it and not tell
anyone. Although you had another issue on your mind, Patricia wanted you
to be wearing the panties you were caught in when you arrived at her
place. Thinking it was best to do as she had told you, you realized that
you would have to wear the panties during the day. There was no time to
change between university and getting to Patricia's place. As a result a
large part of the day was spent, pulling your jeans up and pulling your
hoody down in an effort to ensure that no one saw that you were wearing a
middle aged woman's panties.
When you arrived at Patricia's house that evening you immediately
launched into an apology of the night before. Cutting you off, she asked
calmly.
"Are you wearing them?"
"erm, yeah," you replied meekly, taken back at Patricia's cold behaviour
"let's see then," she responded impatiently
You pulled your jeans down a bit exposing the pink panties you were
wearing.
"Good," she nodded as she lit a cigarette, you noted the implied
hostility of not offering you one "At least you can follow instructions.
Last night I was going to call Mary and let her know what happened, but I
thought I'd give you a chance to make it up to me. I'm assuming you don't
want Mary to know I caught you jacking off in my panties."
You gulped at the idea of Mrs Hudson finding out. "No Patricia," you
responded, red faced with embarrassment you found you could only stare at
the floor.
"Well then Steven, as long as you do as I say we'll keep this as our
little secret"
She led you upstairs to her room and handed you a bottle of depilatory
cream.
"Cover your body with this, wait for 6 minutes, and then hop in the
shower," she stated matter-of-factly "don't put it near your pubes
though, that area is sensitive"
You considered arguing, but quickly remembered that you were making
things up to Patricia. You went into Patricia's on suite bathroom and did
exactly as she asked. As you watched all your body hair being rinsed down
the drain you began to dread the abuse you would receive of your
teammates when they saw your smooth legs. 'they'll probably call me a
fag', you thought 'but they'd get over it quickly as soon as I scored a
few goals on Sunday'. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in
one of the light pink towels Patricia had in her bathroom you stepped
back out to Patricia's bedroom.
"All right love, here's some clothes for you to wear tonight," Patricia
said, seeming to be in a better mood already. 'god is this woman bi-
polar' you wondered. On the bed she had laid out some of her clothes,
there was a black knee length dress, a white v-neck top a pair of tights
and a matching set of white bra and panties.
Going red with embarrassment you said, "you don't expect me to wear that
stuff do you?"
Giving you a look of mock innocence she asked "what's wrong, you seemed
to enjoy wearing my clothes last night, I thought you'd be happy about
this"
"Honestly Patricia, I don't want to dress up in your clothes, it was a
onetime thing and I won't do it again"
"Look Steve, I didn't mind that you were dressing up as me, in fact it's
kind of flattering, but the idea of you jacking off over my clothes is
repulsive. So here's the deal, you're going to dress up in my clothes for
the duration of this experiment and maybe it'll help you get over this
little fetish of yours. Otherwise I phone Mary and call the whole thing
off"
Unable to argue you simply nodded. Patricia left you to get dressed
alone. Before long you were dressed in the clothes she had left out for
you. The bra gave you some trouble, at first you couldn't get it to clasp
but eventually you managed to hook the damn thing. Noticing Patricia had
left her pumps for you, you slid them on. Looking in the mirror you
certainly weren't feeling any of the erotic feeling from before, you
looked ridiculous. Heading downstairs Patricia was delighted to see you.
"Well don't you look precious," she beamed "but it's missing something"
She sat and pondered for a moment "make up!"
Sitting you down in the kitchen she applied some foundation, mascara, eye
shadow and the bright red lipstick. Leaving the kitchen she returned with
a wig matching her own red hair. She positioned it on your head and
styled the hair a bit.
"There we go," she sighed, standing back to view her handiwork. "Would
you like to see how you look?"
At this point you were more than fed up with this but you nodded, still
curious to see what Patricia had done to your face. She held up a mirror
and you nearly gasped at what you saw. Looking back at you was what
appeared to be a very pretty woman. With your bright red lips, long black
lashes and ginger hair styled in the same way a Patricia's you could have
easily passed for her younger sister.
"You like it?," she grinned
"It's amazing," you managed to blurt out fascinated at how feminine you
looked
"Thanks love," Patricia smiled "would you like a ciggy?"
Realising how much you were craving one you eagerly accepted. Lighting up
you began smoking with Patricia in the exaggeratedly feminine manner that
you had grown accustomed to. A part of you wished you could see yourself,
the idea of the sexy girl in the mirror, seductively smoking sent charges
of pleasure to you groin. As you and Patricia sat in the kitchen talking
she reminded you to always cross your legs when wearing a skirt and
corrected other habits. It was a shock to you when Patricia offered you a
cup of coffee and you responded with, "Ok love". 'man' you thought
shaking your head 'I'm hanging around with this woman so much I'm even
starting to speak like her. After a few hours it was time to go home, you
cleared you makeup off and put your old clothes back on. Except the old
pair of panties, Patricia had you wear your new white ones home. You had
to admit the evenings experience was actually quite nice, Patricia had
even given you a pack of cigarettes to make it through the weekend. As
soon as you got home you put on your lipstick and lit a cigarette for
yourself. Lying on your bed in your panties you smoked with your left
hand and pumped your cock with your right. You noticed it seemed to take
a lot longer than usual to get hard but the experience was amazing
anyway. You had smoked 6 cigarettes before you finally came in your
panties. Moments after orgasm you immediately regretted everything. 'why
the hell am I jacking off wearing panties and lipstick!' you thought
angry at yourself. You removed the cum soaked panties, wiped off the
lipstick and threw the packet of cigarettes out the window.
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