Crossdressing Charlie Episode 6 The Tennis Uniform
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After she had gone I looked in the bag. There were three nighties with
matching knickers (including the set I had worn last night). There was
some make-up and a booklet explaining make-up techniques, and also a
pack of wipes for make-up removal. There was something that looked a
bit like an electric razor but was, I discovered, something called an
epilator. The instructions told me to use it every day, as it would
remove hairs from my legs even before I could really see them and keep
my legs really smooth and feminine. There was a little perfume spray
labelled "Chanel no 5". And finally there was a small CD player and
some numbered CDs with instructions to have the CD player next to my
bed and start a CD playing just as I got into bed, starting with number
1 on the first night and then playing the next CD on the following
night and so on. "The soothing music will help you sleep and have
pleasant dreams," explained the instructions.
I opened my underwear drawer and took out all my male underpants. Then
I put my new underwear away neatly in the drawer. To make the underwear
seem even more feminine I gave the drawer a little spray with the
perfume. It was a gorgeously sensual scent, making my cock tingle. I
put my male underwear in the shopping bag, ready to take to the office
on Monday as instructed. I put the CD player next to my bed and plugged
it in, with the CDs placed alongside it, ready for later. Then I went
into the living room. I noticed for the first time that it was a bit
untidy. Some housekeeping would be needed over the weekend. I wasn't
really very hungry, even though I hadn't eaten a great deal at
lunchtime, so I just prepared a light snack and ate it while watching
the news on TV. After eating I took the plate and cutlery into the
kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Then I settled on the settee to
watch a TV programme.
It had been an exciting day and I dozed off. I woke to find I had slept
through the show I had intended to watch. I had slumped down on the
settee. The hem of my skirt was up around my thighs. I could see some
bare flesh peeping out above the stocking-top of my right leg. My legs
were wide apart. If there had been anyone else in the room they would
have had a clear view of my knickers. I put my right hand on my right
knee and let my fingers slide up the inside of my leg, stroking my
smooth stocking, then up over the shiny stocking-top, then across the
expanse of bare thigh. I imagined for a moment that the fingers
reaching up my skirt belonged to a girl-friend. Or even a boy-friend...
There was a curious double sensation as I touched my cock. My hand was
reaching up a skirt and could feel a hard cock encased in silky
feminine knickers. At the same time, I was leaning back, my legs
invitingly apart, my skirt up above my knickers, as someone's fingers
caressed and then gripped my erection...
I had the presence of mind to get up and hold a glass in place as my
body jerked and my balls drained. Eventually my erection started to
subside and I squeezed out the last few drops into the glass. I tucked
my cock back into my comforting soft knickers. Then I eagerly drank the
contents of the glass. I turned off the TV, put the glass in the
dishwasher, turned off the lights and went to the bathroom. I cleaned
off my make-up. I was going to clean my teeth but decided against it. I
realised that I wanted to go to sleep with the taste of cum in my
mouth. In the bedroom I took off my blouse and skirt, folding them
neatly and laying them on a chair. I carefully removed my stockings and
then my suspender-belt. I removed the falsies from my bra and then took
the bra off, struggling a little to unfasten the bra hooks behind my
back. I could feel a little moisture in my knickers and guessed that
they might be a bit cum-stained, so I kept them on under my nightie
rather than staining another pair. I started the CD playing and slipped
under the covers. Soft music played as I drifted off to sleep. There
might have been a female voice speaking to me...
On Saturday morning I woke up bright and early. I had a shave and a
shower and cleaned my teeth. I dried my hair and brushed it. It looked
a little bit feminine after Helen's styling, but I decided that it
could just about be described as "unisex". I used the epilator on my
legs. And even though they already seemed to be hairless after the
waxing only a couple of days previously, the epilator found some hairs
here and there and plucked them out. And with each little plucking
sensation, the feeling that just a little more of my maleness was being
removed. I put on clean (and deliciously perfumed!) knickers and my
teen bra. It was a little tricky but I was determined to fasten the bra
hooks behind my back. It seemed the proper way to do it. Then I put on
a suspender-belt and remembered to thread the suspenders inside my
knickers before carefully putting on a new pair of "nearly-black"
stockings. Then on with a shirt and jeans, being sure to choose a shirt
that would not allow my bra to show through. Finally a pair of
sneakers. Now in boy-mode (at least outwardly) I could go out and do my
shopping. I needed to buy food for the weekend and also a selection of
cleaning materials ready for my housework.
I got to the shopping mall and stopped for a coffee and a Danish pastry
before going into any of the stores. A youngish woman at a table near
mine looked at me a little strangely, then smiled. After a while I
realised that as I was sitting down, there was a gap between my jeans
and my shoes. She would be able to see my ankles encased in obviously
feminine hose. Probably she was wondering what other items of feminine
underwear I had on. I smiled back at her, noticing the outline of her
breasts. Conscious that although I too was wearing a bra, I didn't have
her curves. She left before me and I watched as she walked away; how
her bottom moved and her skirt swayed. Maybe she was thinking that
although I might be wearing ladies' knickers, I couldn't waggle my
bottom like that. Well , (I thought) maybe if I was wearing high
heels...
As I was looking round for cleaning materials, I saw that there were
displays of aprons, pinafores, overalls and housecoats. It occurred to
me that if I was going to be doing my housework in girl mode, I needed
to protect my blouse and skirt. Helen wouldn't thank me if I returned
them to her soiled. I picked up a pink housecoat. I didn't know what my
dress size was, but the housecoat was a wraparound style with a belt
and looked as if it would fit a range of sizes.
Back home, I put the food away before getting changed. I took off my
jeans and shirt and folded them neatly. (I would never have done this
in the past). I took off my teen bra and put on the other one, with the
large falsies inserted. I decided that instead of wearing the housecoat
over my skirt and top, I would just wear the housecoat. But I did wear
my heels. I started tidying up and cleaning. The housecoat was so light
to wear that it sometimes seemed as if I was just in my underwear. It
was shorter than I had thought, revealing a lot of my legs, so (I
realised) it wouldn't have been sufficient to protect my skirt if I had
been wearing it. But it was certainly warm enough to wear around the
apartment and afforded plenty of freedom of movement as I stretched or
bent down to reach awkward corners. I had just reached out the vacuum
cleaner when the doorbell rang.
I wondered who could be at my door. There is an entry-phone system to
get into the apartment block, but this hadn't rung; it was my apartment
doorbell that had rung. A little nervously, I opened the door. There
was a well-dressed lady standing there, about (I guessed) my mother's
age. "Oh, hello," she said. "I'm your new neighbour. I've just moved
into the apartment opposite. I just came to introduce myself, I'm Mrs
Lacey, Ann Lacey that is." "Oh, er, hello," I mumbled, suddenly
conscious that my voice sounded rather low-pitched. "I'm Didi. Hope
you'll be happy here." She smiled. "Yes, I hope so," she said. "It's
been a difficult few months since my husband died. So now I'm making a
new start." I tried to look sympathetic. "Well," she went on. "I'd
better let you get on. I can see you're a busy housewife. It's nice to
meet you. I have a niece who must be about your age. I expect she will
come and see me sometimes. Goodbye for now." I smiled and said
"Goodbye."
As I carried on with my housework, I kept thinking about my new
neighbour and that she had a niece. She seemed very nice and reminded
me a little of my own Auntie Ann, whom I hadn't seen for several years.
She had been very indulgent to me as a young teenager, but what would
she think if she saw me now? Would she indulge and encourage my
dressing in female clothes? And did Mrs Lacy guess my little secret?
She would, I realised. As soon as she saw me in boy mode.
It started to get a little darker and I started to feel hungry. I
suddenly realised that it was nearly evening. I had been cleaning,
tidying and polishing nearly all day, and I had only done the living
room and hallway. It did look much better now. How come I never noticed
how untidy it was before? I had a meal and settled down on the settee
with a gin and tonic to watch the TV. I was still wearing my housecoat,
but I had untied the belt. The coat was loosely covering me but my
underwear was readily accessible. My forefinger stroked the shiny
stocking-top on the inside of my right leg. It was very erotic. And the
stocking-top was so conveniently located where my hand could easily
reach it. I imagined myself as a niece being indulged by my Auntie.
Somehow Mrs Lacey and my Auntie Ann had been melded into one person.
And perhaps Mrs Lacey's niece was really her nephew, who was even now
dressed in bra and knickers and stockings...
By this time my right hand was grasping a huge tent-pole in my knickers
and I realised that I was about to climax. I didn't want to make a mess
in the room I had spent all day cleaning. The only receptacle available
was the glass containing the rest of my drink. I managed to get most of
the load in the glass. The rest soaked the front of my knickers.
Fortunately none went anywhere else. As my cock shrank and shrivelled
in my cold wet knickers I knocked back the rest of my gin and cum and
tonic. Then I went to the bathroom and took my cum-soaked knickers off
and used a face-cloth and warm soapy water to clean my cock. After
drying myself on a towel I went and got a clean pair of knickers to put
on. I left the cummy knickers in the wash basin. They would need to be
washed. Tomorrow.
There seemed to still be a bit of cum in my glass, so I got myself
another gin and tonic. After drinking this I was quite sleepy, so I
changed into a nightie and went to bed, remembering, obediently, to put
on the next CD. And as before, as I was drifting off to sleep to the
sound of soft music, I seemed to hear a woman's voice speaking to me
softly.
The next morning I dressed in my housecoat again, with a new pair of
stockings and a clean pair of knickers. I put on the washing machine
for the weekly wash including the blouse and skirt I had been wearing
on Friday. I realised that my underwear needed more delicate treatment,
so I hand washed my stained knickers and worn stockings in the hand
basin in the bathroom. There was a place to hang small items in the
bathroom. So when I went back into the bathroom anytime, I could see my
underwear hanging up. A reminder (in case it was needed) that I would
now be wearing knickers and stockings all the time.
I carried on cleaning the rest of the apartment. Then I ironed shirts,
blouse and skirt. There were some pairs of male underpants in the wash.
I put these in the bag with all the others that I would be taking into
Helen as instructed. I carefully folded the blouse and skirt and put
these in the bag on top of the underpants. Perhaps there would be a
Dress-Up Friday this week as well?
Then I had the idea to iron my washed knickers from the bathroom. After
all, they were now important items in my life. Delicate. Special.
Deserving of dutiful care and attention. Feminine knickers. MY
knickers. Or perhaps it wasn't so much that I owned them. They were now
in control of me!
After I had put away my newly laundered clothes and underwear, I had a
meal and then got myself a gin and tonic and sat down to watch TV. Of
course, the tennis was on. But just now it was between matches and they
were showing some archive footage. Even though some of the clips were
in black and white, it was very stimulating to see the old-fashioned
frilly tennis knickers that many of the women players wore a few years
ago. And of course my mind went back a couple of days to when I had
been playing tennis myself, wearing a tiny skirt and frilly knickers...
The effect was pretty well instantaneous. Perhaps I would never be able
to watch tennis again without getting an enormous hard-on. Perhaps I
would very soon get accustomed to drinking gin and cum?
Angelica
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