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The Spy ?
By Samantha White.
My name is John Carlson, I am 24 years old, single, but have a girlfriend
called Julie, who is 29 years old, she works as an executive in a law
firm, one of these 'up and coming stars' as people put it, myself, I work
in a bank behind the scenes as, as a accountant. Julie and I have been
seeing each other for about twelve months or so now, we get on really
well, we see each other about three times a week because of our schedules
of our jobs, being an executive Julie is a little bit forceful sometimes,
we often joke when she is, by me saying, "Yes sir, no sir," and saluting
her, but it is meant in all good fun.
She often talks about us getting engaged, but I always manage to drift
off the subject onto something else, and she never seems to notice. In
fact from my point of view it could not work out better, for me that is,
we both live in our separate flats, about three miles apart, mine being a
'compact' suit single person one and Julies being a spacious apartment,
would suit five people and their pets. However, that's life; I'm not
jealous, honest?
You see I have a secret, and that is I like dressing up in woman's
clothes, and pretending I'm a real woman, my girlfriend has no idea about
this, I get away with it all by doing it when we are not meeting each
other or our work makes it impossible for us to see each other, I think I
have got it down to perfection. When she wants to come around, she has
to phone to make sure that I am there, and not working late, which I have
to do with her as well, therefore there is no chance of her walking in on
me when I'm all dressed up.
Clever me!!!!
Well one day at work, the inter post lad James came around, dropping off
memo's and letters to the respective people, and he had a letter for me,
he laught about it to me as it was addressed to Ms. J. Carlson, he joked
saying, I hope you're not a real woman pretending to be a man, are you
John, ? We both laught and I said, "I hope not, I wasn't the last time I
looked." And off he went.
I opened the letter and found it contained a photo, I looked at it in
pure fear, it was a picture of me getting dressed in my other clothes, I
was putting my stockings on.
I quickly put it in the inside pocket of my coat. I stopped what I was
doing for the moment, I think I just froze, my mind was racing, how on
earth could anyone take a photo of me, I am always alone, and the
curtains are always drawn, and I make sure the door is locked.
I said quietly, "Its someone having a joke, they properly pasted my face
onto another photo, like you can do on a computer, so just do a quite
laugh, and let them see you think the joke was funny." All that day I
could not get it out of my mind, I had to wait until I got home to have a
really good look at it.
I raced home as fast as I could, and locked the door behind me. I took
the picture out of my jacket pocket, threw my jacket on the couch and sat
in the chair, and closely studied the picture. The more I examined it,
the more I realised that it was me in the picture, I went to where I kept
my clothes and found the same suspender belt that was in the picture in
my drawer, so I knew it was mine, I froze in fear, who had seen me like
this, let alone taken a photo without me knowing.
All that night I tossed and turned my mind was racing over everybody I
knew, and how it had been done.
The following morning I got to work to find that James had already been
around with the post, I hesitantly looked through my letters, my heart
beating faster and faster as I looked at them.
Then I saw it, a letter addressed to Ms J Carlson. I tore the letter
open, inside was another picture of me, in this one I was fully dressed
as a woman and was putting my make-up on. I now started to shake, who
was doing this to me and why. The rest of the day dragged slowly by,
everyone I met I wondered, was it you, I was so glad to leave that night
and get home, I normally I would have said to safety, but not anymore.
I saw my girlfriend Julie that night, when she saw me she said, "You look
really down in the dumps John why don't we go out for a meal tonight, and
you can tell me all about it." I thought if only. We had a very
pleasant evening, together, good wine, good food and very good company.
However, I still had this nagging feeling that tomorrow would bring
something else.
It did.
This time there were several picture, one showed me in my bra, spender
belt and seemed black stockings and a matching pair of panties, with the
hand written caption, "Who's a sexy girl then" followed by a few xxxxxx,
the next showed me in a tight fitting light blue blouse where you can see
my dark blue bra through it , a dark blue tight pencil skirt and dark
blue high heels, on that was written," Now that's what I call a sexy
outfit." Maybe next time you could wear your sexy red Basque and black
seemed stockings, and your red frilly panties", xxxx
I was now well and truly scared, I had all of those things, what was I to
do? Was I supposed to do what they say's or not, what would happen if I
didn't, I could not imagine if this were to get out at work, or even
worse if Julie were to find out. All that night my mind was going around
and around.
The next morning I was a wreck, I washed, shaved and changed into some
casual clothes as it was my day off, and I would be seeing Julie later
that afternoon. I heard a knock at the door and went to see who was
there, as I got to the door I noticed an envelope which had been slid
under it, with a turning of my stomach I picked the envelope up it was
addressed to Ms J Carlson, with shaking hands I opened it, there was
some more pictures of me, with one question, 'How would your friends at
work like to see all of these. I can post them on face book if you like,
or you can do what I say, sweetie.' xxx
I was a quivering wreck by then, it carried on, 'This afternoon I want
you dressed in your red Basque, black seemed stockings, your red and
black frilly panties, a nice white petticoat, your fawn dress with the
dark brown trim, your dark brown high heels, full makeup and your blonde
wig. I will be around at three pm, if you are not dressed as I said, or
you are not ready, then all of the photographs will be posted on face
book and copies sent to all of the people you know or work with.' xxx
Panic is not the word I would use, that would be too mild, hysterical
definitely, what was I to do, Julie was coming around later this
afternoon, this person was coming around three pm. I shouted out loud,
"Oh hell, what a bloody mess, I'm screwed every way, Think John, Think."
I sat on the bed in tears. There was no way out at all, I would have to
dress as they said, and hope for the best, so many scenarios were going
through my brain as I laid my clothes out, I was scared to death. What
would Julie do or say if she saw me like this, I was trapped, I thought
of a rock and a hard place with me squashed in the middle.
I went and had a shower shaved myself as I would normally do, wrapped a
towel around my body and went into the bedroom where my clothes were laid
out. I first put on my Basque and tightened the laces as far as they
would go, then tying them to a hook I had put in the wall, I pulled
forward even more, so that my waist became even smaller and what was left
was pushed up to give me a good cleavage, I then unhooked the laces from
the wall and tied them off around my waist, next came my black stockings,
I rolled them very carefully up my legs making sure that I did not hatch
them, then attached them to the suspenders, I slid my panties up and
tucked away my spare bits as I call them, I slipped my white full length
petticoat over my head and pulled it into its correct position, I stepped
into my fawn dress and zipped it up at the back closing it off with a
small button.
Next came my makeup, first light and dark stripes to highlight my
cheekbones and make my nose look thinner, then blended together with my
brush and some foundation, which gave my face a very smooth and shaped
appearance, when I had finished and I was happy with the results, I
carefully put on my false eye lashes, them my eye shadow and eyeliner,
finishing them off with some mascara and a pair of lash curling tongs,
which gave my eye lashes a curved up appearance. I was very lucky
because I had been born with cupid lips, so I pencilled in my darker red
lip liner to extenuate my cupid lips, and then brushed on some lighter
red lipstick, finishing up by putting some sealer on them so they didn't
smudge. I took my blonde wig out of the box and put it on, then carefully
styled it as I liked it to be then when it was finished and I was happy
with the results I fixed it to my real hair with clips, making sure it
was fixed firmly on my head and looked good. Then some gold hooped
earrings, a matching necklace and some gold bangles, last but not least a
squirt of perfume and put my shoes on. I picked up my clutch bag, making
sure I had a spare pair if panties in there and some basic make up, as I
did not know what was going to happen to me.
I looked at myself in the mirror and all I could see was this curvy
blonde looking back, in some strange way I was proud of how I looked.
The time was now two thirty, I was in plenty of time I thought.
Nevertheless, the next half an hour dragged like if it were days.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, I got up, my heart was
beating so fast that I thought it might burst out of my chest, my legs
were shaking as I walked hesitantly towards the door, I undid the safety
chain and slowly opened the door, as I did someone said, "Hello sweetie,
you look gorges tonight., shall we go out for a drink" I just stood there
with my mouth open. "But, but," was all I could say.
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