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A Woman Scorned is a Very Dangerous Woman.
By Samantha White.
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I suppose my story starts a little bit different from most others, let
me introduce myself. My name is Harry Worth, Arry to my friends, our
mum's name is Joyce, she has never had much time for me, I was more of
a hindrance shall I say. She was lined up to be a beauty Queen once,
then I popped along and are dad popped off, (left). So, I was left to
amuse myself from about eight years old until I was about sixteen
years old.
It was when I was about eight I started dressing in my mother's
clothes, when I did I loved it, I loved the feel of the material, the
colours, the tightness. In fact, everything.
And when I was dressed I felt really comfortable in what I was
wearing, as if it was the real me.
Once, by my misfortune, my mother Joyce had seen me all dressed up
when she came home early one night, I was about fourteen then, but she
just looked at me, sniffed but passed no comment on it and just
carried on to the kitchen. I, of course, ran upstairs and changed back
into my normal? clothes, when I plucked up enough courage to go
downstairs, my mother looked at me with a blank expression on her
face, and it was never mentioned again, after that, I was extremely
careful about dressing, and made sure no one ever saw me again.
I was about fifteen when I had my first girlfriend! She was, to put it
bluntly, 'the local bike,' her name was Mary, and boy did I learn a
lot off her, we lasted about six weeks, a long time for me, after that
time I would pick up girls and then just drop them when I got tired of
them, did their feelings bother me, no not really, as soon as I had
my fill of oats, I would just move on.
Regarding my dressing up, that was still a good part of me, and I
would do it quite often.
It's strange that a boy who likes dressing as a girl, treats them so
badly, but I didn't mind, as long as I had the best of both worlds.
Time passed, and I left school and got a job at the print shop, I was
still 'a bit of a jack the lad' then, if it was the opposite sex I was
there, why not, if it's on the plate, take it.
When I eventually at the ripe old age of nineteen met a wonderful girl
called Susan, she was the same age as me but an inch or so taller, her
father was the owner of the print shop where I worked, she had a
wonderful smile and a very contagious laugh, we fell in love and after
about a year we were married. I will mention that her father had
greater expectations of her than to marry me. 'But she was the one
that was going to change me'?
To be honest, I was still knocking around with other girls, even
though I was now married, but I was discreet.
Unfortunately, my dressing up had become sporadic, as it was very rare
I was by myself, the only time I was alone was if I called into the
pub, and I don't think they would have appreciated me coming in
wearing a dress.
We had a very good relationship from the very start, me and Susan.
Our sex life was good or, so I thought, and again I thought everything
was going well between us.
I often thought to dress, but never did anything about it.
It was three years later that things started to go wrong, we were
arguing more, and more, mainly because she was now running the
printing firm on an astronomical salary, as her father had retired,
and I was still a lowly paid worker earning ten times less than she
was.
Of course, I got upset because I no longer felt the 'breadwinner' or
'man of the house', though it never bothered her at all, she would
always say, "We said we would share everything." And she did, but I
still sulked. When I got like this I would make an excuse to go out
for a drink with the lad's, but I either would end up at an hourly
hotel with someone, or dress up for that hour, or both.
One day Susan was clearing or rearranging my drawers in our bedroom,
when she took the bottom one out it was all right, but when she came
to slide it back in, it wouldn't slide all the way back, so she
pulled it all the way out again and felt at the back to see what was
stopping it. She was on her knee's and her hand found something, but
she couldn't make out what it was, so she pulled the items out,
thinking it was something that had slipped over the back of the other
drawers and was stopping the bottom drawer from closing.
Of course, what she had found was some of my clothes which I had
hidden away, I had started dressing again as I said, all because I was
getting sulky about the money, and missing the excitement with the
girls when I wanted them.
When I arrived home that evening from work, I was always later than
she was, I called out, "Hello Sue." She called me back saying, "Up
here a moment sweetheart," as nice as pie, as I went into our bedroom,
on the bed was laid out my bra, panties, stockings, and suspender
belt, I think my only word was, "Shit." Of course, Susan went into
hysterics about finding it all, which I will say I can't blame her
for, as I had never mentioned anything to her, about me liking to
dress up before our marriage, let alone after it, but deep down I was
secretly peeved that she had found my stash, my one get away from
life. I felt so hard done by her.
At least she knew nothing about the girls.
She shouted at me, calling me a pervert, saying, "What else is there I
don't know about you, am I not good enough for you, you have
everything you want, and I love you to bits, I would do anything for
you, and this is how you treat me."
I let her carry on as I was thinking up an excuse,
I tried to explain to her my excuse, but I should have just kept my
mouth shut until she had finished trying to destroy me with her vocal
assault. After what seen an eternity to me she stopped, and said,
"Harry, I just don't know what to do, I don't know whether to leave
you or not." There were tears in her eyes as she said this, so I said
to her, "Susan I love you, I always have and always will, its just
something in my brain that what's me to dress up occasionally, it just
relaxes me." "Relaxes you"? She shouted, "How about me, Harry you are
so self-centred sometimes, why do you never talk to me about things
that bother you, we could have worked them out, but to find out
something like this, well."
She told me that she still didn't understand so she was going to sleep
in the spare room until she had sorted her mind out on what to do.
Afterward, I thought what an idiot I had been, leaving those clothes
there in the first place.
I said to myself, "Come on now Arry, she will get over it, she loves
you, so just suck it up for a while then things can get back to
normal.
It was the longest week that I can ever remember, though Susan still
made lunch, there was no speaking between us, just silence, her face
was just like a blank slate, no emotion or anything showing on it, so
what did I do to spite her, even though it was my fault, yep, you
guessed it, I had some more one night stands. Did I feel awful
afterward? No, but the deeds had been done, and I was feeling a bit
more relaxed.
A week or so passed when we sat down for dinner when she suddenly
started to speak to me in a reasonable voice, she said, "Harry, I have
been reading a lot about what you do and why you do it, and I think
that I am beginning to understand more and more as I research into it
in more depth."
"But to me, it seems there are three options that I can do, one is I
divorce you." My face went white as chalk, with my mind saying, "Arry
you cocked this up really nicely, you stupid sod." "or you can promise
never to do it again, but so I have read and believe that you will
eventually start to begin dressing again." Then looking at me straight
in the eyes she said, "Or do you want to become a real girl, if you
do, I promise I will stand by you. I will be with you every inch of
the way my love."
Of course, I said, "No I have never wanted to be a girl Sue, I am
happily content to be with you forever, and I promise never to do it
again." She said, "Promise me that this will be the end of it all, and
it won't happen again to my knowledge, please Harry."
I looked at her, she had tears forming in her eyes, "Well I am going
to give you a chance Harry, if you can control these urges then we
will be able to put it behind us." She said, but not really
convincingly, "But I warn you now Harry, if it starts up again and I
find out there will be severe consequences for you, and they will be
severe and demeaning and distasteful for you, so you have been
warned."
I thanked her for giving me another chance, then we hugged each other
for what seemed like forever.
About six months later and I was feeling down again about not being
the 'breadwinner', I honestly think I was just trying to use anything
as an excuse to dress up or go to my girls as I called them. This time
instead of buying some clothes I thought of wearing my wife's clothes,
so I started by putting on her bra and panties when she went shopping,
this went on for quite a few months, that and seeing my girls quite
regularly. Everything seemed to be going great, our sex life was fine,
and we seemed happy, and as far as I knew.
How thick was I trying to keep a secret from a woman like her?
In the meantime, Susan had spoken to two of her closest friends Janet
and Candy and told them all about me and my clothes and dressing up,
and what she had threatened to do if ever I did it again and she found
out. Janet the louder of the two said, "If that was me I would have
knocked him out, then thrown him out in his girly clothes." They all
laughed, Candy said to Susan in all seriousness, "What will you do if
it happens again, you told us that you have read that he would
probably do it again, so what's your plan if he does?"
"To be honest girls I think he has already started dressing up, but
this time in my clothes."
"I really love him, so I wouldn't leave him no matter what I said, but
I'm not sure what I can do." Janet was in deep thought when she said,
"Right, I have an idea, but first we must get ready, so should, or if
he has broken his promise to you we will be ready for him." When
Janet told them what they should do Susan and Candy both laughed out
loud with Susan saying, "That would be his just reward I think."
Three weeks later everything seemed to have settled down so Harry
thought, his wife had forgiven him, his love life was well back on
track, and his little secrets were safe, what more could a man want he
thought. Of course, what he didn't know was that Susan had been
keeping a very strict eye on her clothes, where they were in her
drawers, where they were in the wash bag, in fact, everything. It
hadn't taken her very long to realise that Harry was up to his old
tricks again, so she contacted her friends Candy and Janet, and let
them know that he had definitely broken his promise to her.
She had read a great deal upon this thing called, Cross-Dressing or
Transvestism, and she wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she found the
stories shall we say, very interesting and quite titillating, she kept
thinking what Harry would look like dressed up as a girl, she found it
quite exciting.
It was during one of our lovemaking sessions, that after our first
session I got him so wound up by my teasing him, I had kept my bra and
stockings and panties on, and by laying on top of him I could rub my
stockinged legs up and down his legs, causing him to almost scream in
delirium, then I started to massage his breasts tweaking his nipples
which of course went hard and stuck out, the sensation was very
intense, as I was doing this to him, I was whispering in my ear," I
bet you wish you had real tits like me, can you imagine our tits
rubbing together, then us playing with each other's pussy, just
imagine how hard your nipples would be and how wet your pussy would
be, when we played with each other, rubbing each other clits together,
sucking each other's big tits biting each other's nipples, can you
imagine that." Of course by then his brain? was in overdrive, and he
was saying, "Yes that would be wonderful," then I said, "Would you
like to be a girl so that we could keep playing with ourselves as
girls," again he said, "Yes I want to be a girl and have a clitty and
big tits like yours," Then I whispered in my ear, "Just think of the
nice tight Basque and stocking we could wear together, just imagine
our legs rubbing on each other's stockings, and your tits hanging out
over the top of your Basque, while I rubbed you pussy." That was it,
it was too much for him and his body started to squirm as he started
to get ready to cum, He told me that he was going to cum, but I still
carried on whispering things in his ear, fondling his breasts,
squeezing his nipples. Then the world exploded for him, it seemed to
go on forever, his body was shaking, the amount of cum he shot out
felt like gallons, it was the most amazing feeling he had ever had he
said. He just lay there exhausted, with me still laying on top of him
in between his legs, just as if I had been on top shagging him.
Afterwards, Susan who had already cum before me snuggled up and
whispered to me, "At least now you've told me the truth on how you
feel and what you would really like to do." and giggled.
"Don't worry I still love you loads, but I think we should talk about
this more in the morning my love, so, with a smile on her face she
said," pleasant dreams my sweet."
I was in shock about what she had asked and what I had told her, but
it was too late now to say I said it was because I thought that's what
she wanted to hear, so we cuddled down and she drifted off to sleep
while I tried to not think about it.
Which was totally impossible for me.
The following morning, we both got up together and Susan seemed in
even a better mood than last night, she said to me, "I'm not at work
today as I am going shopping, but I should be back before you anyway."
She kissed me goodbye and left.
I finished my breakfast then left for work.
Susan had met up with Candy and Janet, they met up and talked for
quite a while in the coffee shop, where they discussed what Susan
should do and how it should be done, Candy was looking very
uncomfortable as they were discussing this, so Susan and Janet asked
what was up. Candy shook her head and said, "Nothing."
After about fifteen minutes of constant badgering from the other two,
Candy gave in and said, "I have heard a rumour, and its only a rumour
that Harrys been having one night stands with some of the girls he
meets, when he supposedly goes out for a drink with his mates, when
you were not sleeping together and before as well as now, but as I
said it is only a rumour." The look on Susan's face showed no emotion
at all, then as calmly as she could say, "Right, I think that settles
everything, I warned him about severe consequences, and so they will
be." Janet whispered to Candy, "I don't think I would like to be
Harry."
Susan was fuming inside, not so much about Harry dressing up, that
would have been fun. But to go with those girls, then come back to her
with anything he might have caught, that was too much. She was so
angry with him about the girls.
Right she thought so he likes dressing up and going with those type of
girls, then so be it.
She explained to the girls what she was going to do, they couldn't
believe it, but they knew he deserved all that was coming to him.
The plan starts. When Harry came home that night, Susan started
talking about what she had found out about transvestism, Harry looked
nervous, but Susan said to him, "You know Harry, the more I looked at
the pictures of the men dressed up as women, the more I got excited
for some reason, and what we said in bed the other night, well, that
was something else, don't you think?"
Harry smiled at her and said, "The other night was fantastic, it was
mind-blowing."
Right, that's settled it then Harry. Tonight you are going to wear a
bra and suspender belt and sheer stockings in bed." Harry's jaw
dropped, "That's if you have no objections Snowflake." Giving him the
most sensuous smile, she could do.
She could see there was going to be no problem getting him to dress as
the shape of his pants told her that he really wanted to.
"First things first then Snowflake, go and have a nice shower, you can
use my soap if you want to, it smells divine." Harry looked nervous,
so she slowly undid her dressing gown showing off her Basque and
stockings and panties, then wrapping herself back up
. Harry went straight into the bathroom and emerged some fifteen
minutes later.
He had a towel wrapped around him, Susan stood there looking at him,
he kept looking at her and the clothes, when Susan said, if you really
want to wear these Snowflake, then you should do what every woman has
to do," "What's that." Harry replied, "Well you don't see us girls
going around all covered in hair, do you? So back to the bathroom and
get rid of all that horrible hair on your body and legs, don't forget
your underarms to. I want you as smooth as a baby's bum, just think
how everything will feel afterwards." He couldn't wait to go back to
the bathroom, as he left Susan shouted out, "After you got rid of all
that ugly hair Snowflake, rub some of my oil I use all over, then come
back to me and we will have some fun."
When he had gone she chuckled to herself, she didn't think it was
going to be this easy to start with, I mean I've got him to shave all
his body hair off and answer to the name Snowflake. Now I can really
build on this.
That night she gave him the night of his life, nearly everything she
whispered in his ear she did.
By the morning he was exhausted. Sue turned to him and said, "Well did
you enjoy being a girl for the night Snowflake." "Oh, hell yes," he
replied.
Do you reckon you're up to it tomorrow night Snowflake." Or has this
poor girl worn you out."
"Ready and waiting." He said.
"I think you're so sexy in your undies, I dare you to wear them to
work tomorrow, just think what they will do to you, you will run home
tomorrow faster than you have ever run before. I can't wait to see
what's the next instalment is for you." She said giving him one of her
most seductive smiles.
He said, "No I can't do that, just suppose someone notices."
"Well if you're too scared to, that's up to you Snowflake, I mean we
could have had an even better night than last night, but if you're
scared, I'll come and hold your hand for you."
Of course, that was it, the big Harry Worth scared, she knew which
buttons to push to get him to do something. "Okay," he said, "I will
wear them tomorrow, but it better be worth it." She just giggled that
sly smile of hers.
And that is what Harry did.
In the meantime, while he was at work Susan carried on with her plan
with the help of Candy and Janet.
When Harry came home he was raring to go, but she first made him
shower then rub some of her oil on himself, when he came back into the
bedroom he smelt wonderful, so girly, but Harry didn't notice that as
he had more pressing things on his mind.
Before anything happened, Susan said to him, Harry I want to try
something else on you tonight." He was so eager he said. "Okay, what
is it now." With a smile on his face, "Well," she said in a purring
voice, "I want to put some makeup on you, the thought of kissing you
dressed as a woman with thick lipstick on, really turns me on, would
that be all right with you Snowdrop."
Reluctantly? he said okay but don't be too long will you." "Of course,
not Petal." With that, she put foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner,
blusher and of course loads of red lipstick on him." Then showed
himself in the mirror, he couldn't believe it, Harry was almost gone
there was more of Snowflake than him, and he loved it. It was one of
his dreams.
A week had elapsed now since his last episode of being Snowflake, and
he was starting to get restless, he knew he was just being selfish,
but that was who he was, he was even thinking about one of his girls
when Susan came back in from shopping with a smile all over her face.
"Well, Snowflake have you recovered yet from our fun time the other
night." He laughed saying, "Come on Sue, it never takes me any time to
recover." Sue looked at him and smiling said, "Well I have been out
and bought Snowflake some new things to wear, and I think she should
try them on, or does she want to wait until tonight?
Well, Harry was now in a very big quandary, he was dying to try the
clothes on, no matter what they were, but he did not want to seem too
eager. Susan not only saw this in his eyes, but this had been part of
her plan, and it was going well so far.
To help him along, she goaded him jokingly, "Come on Snowflake, I
really want to see what you look like before we mess it all up
tonight." He feigned a sigh and said, "Okay Sue, let's see what your
imagination has bought me this time."
Sue thought to herself, well here it comes, if he wears it I'm all
set, if not then it's plan B the long game.
She made him close his eyes whilst she spread the things out on the
bed, when he opened his eyes, his jaw hit the floor, Sue said, "I
think I might have gone over the top a bit but your really worth every
penny, you've been so good to me ever since we got married, and I
trust you implicitly. Also, we can have one hell of a time over the
weekend."
There on the bed was laid out a lace-up red with black lace surround
over the bust corset with suspenders attached, a matching pair of lace
panties, a pair of black seemed sheer stockings, a red thin very low
necked jumper which just covered his belly button, a black leather
micro skirt which would just cover his panties, and a pair of four
inch high heels and a small fur coat. His reply was, "What the hell is
all this Sue."
"Well," she said, dragging the word well out. "I thought it would be a
great game we could play over this weekend." "What do you mean." Said,
Harry. Again she dragged the word well out, "Well, I thought we could
pretend you were, you know a woman of the streets and I could pick you
up and we could haggle over a price for you to stay with me for the
weekend, what do you think." She said with excitement and a smile all
over her face.
"What you mean is for me to go out dressed." "Yes." she said, "We
could drive to a lonely spot somewhere far away, you get out, I drive
around the block, say about two minutes, then drive up open my window,
we talk and then you get in and we come back here. I will be so
exciting, don't you think Snowflake, then we could spend the whole
weekend together forty-eight hours of bliss, please say yes, my
Snowflake, please.
This was it now all depended on what he said, she gave him one of her
best beseeching smiles, and said, "Just think of the excitement and
rewards we would get out of it."
He really thought about this, she could see his mind struggling, yes,
he really wanted to, but at the same time, he was frightened too, in
case someone saw him. "If, and I say if we were to do this, where
would we go so no one knew us." My mind screamed YES. I said quietly
to him, I know just the place, it's about ten miles from here, no one
will know us, and it will be so much fun."
We agreed that this Friday night, I would help him put on his clothes
then we would leave.
The first thing I put on him was the red corset, I tightened it as
much as I could, he was having to take short breathes before I had
finished tightening it up, then I wrapped it around his waist tying it
off at the back, of course, he didn't know that I had tied it with
about half a dozen knots then squirted super glue on them as well.
I was keeping him excited by showing him how the corset had forced up
his spare flesh into two breasts, I said, "That's what you wanted
isn't it Snowflake, your own breasts." And we both laughed, next came
his stockings, as I rolled them up for him and attached them to his
suspenders, I also ran my hands up his legs causing him to murmur with
some sighs.
I slipped his panties on, with a little bit of difficulty as you can
imagine, I told him they were special panties that would hold his
monster(ha-ha) in place. Then came his jumper which showed a small
part of his lower belly off, which I tickled, but more importantly
showed his breasts off. He slipped on his black leather micro skirt
which showed off the tops of his stocking. I thought to myself, this
is going to be so good. Sleep with other women would you, prostitutes
at that.
I sat him down in my make up chair and did his face, I had bought some
makeup just for him, it was indelible makeup with no remover, the shop
said it would last about six weeks, so I applied some foundation, some
concealer, very bright red eyeshadow, heavy black eyeliner, false
eyelashes super glued on, thick black mascara then some very bright
red lipstick. I brushed his hair and put it into a high ponytail,
making sure I used a lot of strong hairspray on it. All the time I
kept teasing him, keeping him on the edge, so he didn't realise what I
was doing.
Then came some clip on large hooped earrings, I sprayed some cheap but
smelly perfume on him, put a necklace on which read 'Snowdrop' then I
gave HER a few cheap bracelets to wear.
Then she was ready with the shoes which had ankle straps on and small
padlocks which I made some funny and sexy remarks about. She was
loving it, and she walked in them quite well, it even gave her a bit
of a wiggle.
I let her look in the mirror, she gasped and said, "I look like a
slut." I laughed and said, "But you are Snowdrop, a real slut."
I passed him his handbag and said, "You are not to look in your
handbag until I had dropped you off Snowflake, as there was a surprise
in there for you.
We got into the car making sure no one saw him/her then drove off, I
drove for about an hour, when we stopped, she had no idea where she
was, just as I planned. We were in the red-light district of some
town, you could see the girls parading about. He said," Not here it's
a proper prostitute walk." I said," Of course not my love, but I think
we may have a slow puncture, can you please just nip out and have a
look, it's the front left." "Not like this." he said, I replied,
"Don't worry its too dark for anybody to see you this side of the
road, you would need to be on the other side where the girls are to be
seen, come on now Snowflake be quick."
She got out of the car, as she did I locked the doors, she quickly ran
around my side looking very panicky, I opened the window an inch and
said to her, "Well Snowdrop, I think you are where you ought to be,
with the sluts, I 've known for a long time you've been sleeping with
them, that's all you care about isn't It, yourself and to hell with
everything or everybody else." He was trying the door crying and
saying sorry, but I was hardened to that now, so I continued. "Open
your bag Snowdrop," he opened it, I said. "In there is a key to a one-
bedroom room," I pointed out where it was, "I have paid a weeks rent
for you and you have food for two days. Your make up will last at
least six weeks as well. There is also some condoms and lube in there
as well, should you need it, after six weeks you can make your way
back to my house, by then the divorce papers will have come through,
in the meantime to earn some money, I suggest you cross the road and
stand with your girls, you should make enough to live on and pay your
rent, but you have to be very good to your customers, I believe they
all charge ten pounds for a blow job and fifty pounds for a fuck."
Oh, and by the way, I have distributed lots and lots of cards around
for you, giving your name, as 'Snowdrop' anything goes, also where you
live, so you might get some callers knocking at your door, you lucky
girl.
I wound the window up and blew Snowdrop a kiss, then drove off home
singing 'I WANT TO BE YOUR LOVER' BY THE SPICE GIRLS.
Stevie
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