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A letter arrived out of the blue. It was from a distant relative,
informing me that a distant female cousin had died. She was a widow with
no children of her own. Apart from a few specific bequests, her will
directed that her house was to be sold and the proceeds divided between
myself and my cousin Mary. Mary and I were not particularly close, we had
only met a few times. But over the generations there had been some
fallings out in the family and two branches had been cut out of family
wills. Our recently deceased relative was trying to put matters right by
sharing her estate between the two youngest members of the disinherited
branches. It was suggested in the letter that we might like to go to the
house and select any items that we wanted before the house was cleared
out ready to be sold. There were directions to the property and details
of where keys could be collected from. I contacted Mary, saying that I
planned to drive over to the house the following Saturday. She told me
that she was at a conference that day, but would go round in the evening.
I said that I would make a list of anything that I was interested in
taking. If there were things that we both wanted we could talk it over
and come to some agreement. She agreed with this and said we could make
contact again on Sunday if we didn't meet on Saturday.
I woke early on the Saturday. It was a lovely sunny day, so I decided to
set off early to visit the house of my late relative. It was a couple of
hours drive away, so I arrived at the agent's office just as it opened to
get a set of keys. The house was set back from the road. I was able to
take my car up the drive and park right outside the front door. There was
a pleasant front garden, not overlooked by neighbouring houses and not
directly visible from the main road. I opened the front door and went
inside. The house was neat and tidy. There was some nice furniture, but
nothing that I really wanted, apart from the rather nice grandfather
clock ticking quietly in the hallway. There were quite a lot of books in
a large bookcase. I would come back and look at these later, after a
general look around. I made my way upstairs. There were a couple of guest
bedrooms, sparsely furnished. Then I found what was obviously the main
bedroom. A large room with a double bed. A couple of wardrobes, a
dressing table and a chest of drawers.
I opened the top drawer of the chest. immediately that I saw the contents
I could feel my pulse beating with more intensity. The drawer was full of
pretty knickers. Mostly pink or white. Mostly silky nylon, some with
frills, others trimmed with lace. And not skimpy panties or thongs. No,
the more old-fashioned style that I guess was favoured by older ladies. I
picked up a pair and felt how soft and smooth they were. And I knew that
I had to try them on. After all, I was alone in the house. The lady they
used to belong to didn't need them any more. And in any case, they would
probably be mine if I said I wanted them. The very thought of me telling
my cousin and the executors that I wanted to keep all the knickers caused
a little thrill of excitement. But I was already taking off my trousers
by this stage. I removed my underpants and stepped into the knickers.
They felt absolutely wonderful when I pulled them up. Cool, soft, smooth.
Gently supporting my cock and balls. And caressing the cheeks of my
bottom. I took off my shirt so that I could see them better in the full
length mirror on the wardrobe. My cock was rock-hard, straining at the
front of the knickers. But because of the old-fashioned style of the
underwear, my erection was contained within the pretty pink garment. It
was almost as if the knickers were designed to be worn by someone with a
throbbing erection.
it didn't look right to be wearing male socks with the pink knickers, so
I removed the socks. I looked in the second drawer of the chest. This
contained a number of pairs of stockings, many still in the original
packs. There were also a few suspender-belts and bras. I picked up one of
the suspender belts. I had to breathe in while I fastened the hooks and
eyes, but once fastened it wasn't too uncomfortable. I was reasonably
slim, after all. I threaded the six suspenders down inside my knickers. I
reached out a pair of stockings and carefully put them on. I had to
adjust the suspender straps to the full length in order to fit the clasps
to the stockings. I was probably taller than the original owner of the
garments. I liked what I saw in the mirror. I looked round the room and
saw a rack with several pairs of shoes. I have quite small feet for a
man, so perhaps there would be a pair to fit me? I found a pair with an
adjustable strap and found that I could get my foot in when fastening the
buckle to the last hole in the strap. The shoes were perhaps half a size
too small. But not too uncomfortable. I stood up carefully. I wasn't
accustomed to wearing three inch heels. But what a difference those heels
made. They changed the shape of my legs. My reflection now had really
sexy feminine legs. And I could feel that my bottom was sticking out
more. I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself. One hand fondling
my knicker-clad bottom, while the fingers of the other hand gently
stroked my erection through the delicate fabric.
Suddenly I realised I wasn't alone. My cousin Mary was standing in the
doorway with a broad smile on her face. And a mobile phone filming me. I
gasped and put both hands in front of me to cover the front of my
knickers. She laughed. "It's a bit late for that," she said. "But why
don't you get properly dressed?" She walked over to the chest of drawers
and picked up a bra. She helped me put it on and stuffed the cups with a
few pairs of knickers. Then she reached a dress out from one of the
wardrobes and helped me put it on. Although I was slim enough to wear the
dress (and underwear), it was pretty obvious that the dress was intended
for someone shorter. The hem of the skirt was about eight inches above my
knees. A hint of dark stocking-tops showed below the skirt. My cousin
picked up a lipstick and applied it to my mouth, demonstrating with her
own mouth how I was to hold my lips while she did so. "That's better,"
she said. I looked at my reflection. My face. A male face wearing bright
red lipstick. Although it didn't look like my body. Long shapely legs.
Big tits. And a dress that was obviously too short to be respectable. And
something was preventing it from hanging smoothly at the front. "Now you
look like a real tart," she said, fondling my bottom. "Very fuckable."
She explained that the conference she had been due to attend had been
cancelled at the last minute because the keynote speaker had been taken
ill. "But it has all worked out very well, hasn't it? I'm able to be here
with you so we can agree here and now what we want to take from the
house. So it's all agreed, right? You'll take all the clothes, underwear,
shoes, make-up and so on. In fact anything you want from upstairs. I'll
take the grandfather clock and maybe a few other things from downstairs."
She showed me the video on her phone. "It is obvious which things you
want, isn't it?" I had to agree. After all, she had the evidence. Besides
which, she was quite correct.
We found some bags and suitcases in one of the other bedrooms. She
carefully folded and packed the contents of the wardrobes into the
suitcases, while I filled the bags with shoes and underwear, etc. Then
she went downstairs to have another look round, leaving me to carry the
bags and cases downstairs. She was in the hall looking at the grandfather
clock as I came down with one of the bags. She watched me negotiating the
stairs, grinning broadly. I guessed she could see quite a long way up my
skirt. The thought that she could perhaps see my bulging knickers caused
a little tingling sensation in the end of my cock. I couldn't remember a
previous occasion when I had maintained an erection, or at least a semi-,
for such a prolonged period.
Once I had carried all my new clothes down to the hallway, I started
loading up my car. Fortunately, as it was such a secluded spot, there was
no-one to watch me bending to reach into the vehicle in my very short
skirt. Apart from (possibly) my cousin. I had just finished doing this as
she emerged from the house carrying a large carrier bag. "Right, I'm off
now," she said. "I'm just taking a few things now. I'll inform the agent
about the grandfather clock and anything else I want. "See you later.
Enjoy your pretty clothes!" She waved as she got into her car and left.
I went back upstairs to change back into my male clothes. But they didn't
seem to be where I had left them. I checked the other rooms, but there
was no sign of them. There was, however, a handbag on the bed in the main
bedroom. I looked inside it. There were my house keys, wallet, phone,
etc. And a note saying "It's probably best to take your heels off white
driving." Now I knew what had been in the carrier bag my cousin had left
with. I had no choice but to drive home in a dress. (I'd probably have
kept the underwear on anyway.) I decided that I wouldn't return the keys
to the agent on the way back. Not dressed as I was.
It was still early evening when I parked outside my apartment. It would
be several hours before it got dark. I decided to get into my apartment
as quickly as possible before anyone else could see me. I put my shoes
back on and fastened the buckles. I checked that no-one seemed to be
coming or going. Then I picked up a couple of bags and hurried into the
building. I put the gags down in front of my apartment door and was just
reaching into my handbag to get my keys when the door to my neighbour's
apartment opened. "Well Hello Dolly," laughed Mrs Edwards. "I haven't
seen you dressed up like this before." I couldn't speak. I was too
embarrassed. The number of people who knew my little secret had suddenly
doubled. I got my front door open. "Let me help you," said my neighbour,
picking up one of the bags. She looked inside. "Oh these are very
pretty," she said. "And you have so many pairs." She was obviously not
going to go away and I wanted to get inside as quickly as possible. She
followed me inside, closing the door behind her. She reached out some of
the knickers and smiled approvingly. She looked at me questioningly, and
I explained about my relative leaving me a bequest. And how I could
choose what I wanted from the house before it was sold. And how it seemed
an opportunity to acquire a lot of nice clothes. I didn't mention my
cousin and how she had found me trying on the underwear and made me get
fully dressed. And then stolen my male clothes. Mrs Edwards smiled. I
realised that my story wasn't a very convincing explanation of why I had
arrived home in a very short frock.
"Well, let's put all your new things away tidily," she said. We went to
the bedroom. She laid the knickers out tidily on the bed. "Is this where
they are going?" She opened a drawer. It was the drawer with all my
underpants in. She took them all out and put them into the empty bag.
Then she put all the knickers into the drawer in their place. The other
bag contained stockings, suspender-belts and bras. These went in my sock
drawer, replacing all my socks, which ended up in the other bag. "I'll
get rid of these for you," she said. "Now have you got some more stuff to
carry up from the car?" I nodded. "OK, well let's get it done now," she
said. "It'll be quicker if I help you." So I found myself making a couple
more journeys to the car and back while still wearing my dress. But at
least I had someone to help me. Back in the apartment she opened the
cases. "You need to hang your dresses up before they get creased," she
said. There was room for some of them in the wardrobe. "You need to find
some more hanging space," she said. "Either get another wardrobe or get
rid of things you don't really need. Perhaps you won't need so many boy-
clothes in future?" She smiled. I shrugged.
She looked through the cosmetics I had brought and picked out a pack of
make-up removal pads. "Don't forget to use one of these before you go to
bed." she said. I'd forgotten about the tarty lipstick I was wearing. I
realised that it probably emphasised my appearance as a "cock in a
frock."
"Why don't you join me for lunch tomorrow? Just girls together," she
said. "In fact, come at 10am and I'll do your hair for you. OK?" I
agreed. I was so tired and embarrassed that I would have agreed to almost
anything. As long as she would leave me on my own. "I suggest you shave
your legs tomorrow," she said. "They aren't very hairy but you don't
really want any hairs at all when wearing stockings. And you'll probably
find your underwear feels nicer to wear if you remove all your hair below
the waist." She caught my eye and I nodded. Then off she went, taking the
two bags with her. The bags containing my male underwear. it seemed as
though she was taking away my masculinity.
Alone at last, I made myself a meal. And after eating, and having a drink
or two, I felt better. Time for an early night. I took my dress off and
hung it up. I checked my appearance in the mirror. What I saw was the
reflection of a boy who liked wearing female underwear. A boy with sexy
legs in stockings and heels. A boy with a bust - if only I had real
tits... A boy wearing lipstick. And a boy with a huge erection in his
silky pink knickers. But that erection was about to climax at any moment.
Fortunately I had brought my gin and tonic with me into the bedroom. And
somehow I managed to contain my spurting cum into the glass without
spilling what was left of the drink. After squeezing out the last drops
from my rapidly shrinking cock, I drained my glass. Gin and cum. I
noticed the lipstick traces on the glass. I wished that it could have
been physically possible to leave my lipstick traces on my cock. But
either I would have had to have my spine removed or somehow double the
length of my cock. And although it might be nice to have cock long enough
to suck myself, the length I had was just the right size to fit in my new
knickers.
I cleaned off my lipstick, removed my shoes, stockings and suspender-belt
and slid into bed in my knickers. They now felt like a comforting little
nest for my shrivelled, exhausted little cock. I was soon asleep.
Sunday was another sunny day. I shaved my face and then had a bath
instead of my usual shower. And used a razor on my legs, pubes and bum.
Then after drying my body I put on a clean pair of knickers. Mrs Edwards
had been quite right. Removing all the hair from the knicker area allowed
an intimate contact between the silky knickers and my skin. Especially my
balls and bottom - not that my bottom had been all that hairy, but there
was a noticeably different sensation. I got dressed in a new pair of
stockings and the longest dress I could find in my collection. It was
still very short. There was just time for a cup of coffee before leaving
my apartment and crossing the hall to knock on Mrs Edwards's door. She
was waiting for me, "There's a good girl. Right on time and neatly
dressed. Now I'm going to make you look even prettier."
She gave me a wrap to wear over my dress and sat me down in the living
room. She started cutting my hair, then put in rollers and clips, etc. I
must have looked a bit worried about what she was doing to my appearance.
"Don't worry," she said. "It will brush out easily." She applied make-up
to my face while all the stuff was in my hair. Finally she removed all
the rollers and things, brushed my hair and sprayed with lacquer. She
removed my wrap and let me go and look at myself in the hall mirror.
Could it really be me? It was the face and hair of a reasonably
attractive girl. I quite fancied her.
Mrs Edwards vacuumed up the hair from the carpet and then announced,
"Right. It's nearly lunchtime. Shall we get going?" This was a bit of a
surprise for me. I had thought we would have been eating at her home. Now
I noticed that there was no smell of cooking. It was obvious that she
could see I was rather nervous about being seen out in public in a dress.
Especially a very short dress. "Don't worry dear," she said. "You'll be
quite safe with me. You could be my teenage daughter in that tiny skirt."
That did reassure me a little at the time, but now, thinking back, I
realise that teenagers don't wear stockings and suspenders these days.
Especially with very short skirts.
I clung onto her arm as we walked the short distance to the restaurant. I
was taking quite dainty steps - you need to when wearing high heels. I
was very conscious of my underwear, the way my suspenders pulled at my
stockings with each stride and how my stocking-tops brushed together. How
my knickers supported my hairless balls and limp (for the moment at
least) cock. And how the silky material seemed to stroke the cheeks of my
bottom, which seemed to be more prominent and moving more than usual as a
result, I realised, of wearing high heels. But most of all I was aware
that my short skirt was only just concealing my stocking-tops and only a
slight gust of wind might cause my knickers to be displayed, revealing
the shape of a cock inside them. And then anyone watching would know that
I was not Mrs Edwards's teenage daughter. They would see that I was a
sissy boy in girly clothes.
But we arrived at the restaurant without incident and were shown to a
table. Mrs Edwards sat down first and I noticed that she smoothed her
skirt under her as she sat down. I tried to do the same. Even though my
skirt was much shorter than hers. Once we had had a drink and started to
eat I became less nervous. I realised that I was quite hungry. I enjoyed
my food and started to relax somewhat.
We didn't go straight back to the apartment block after eating. Mrs
Edwards took me to a beauty parlour. I got my ears pierced. "Don't
worry," Mrs Edwards had said. "Even boys wear earrings these days." My
nails were manicured and coated in clear varnish. Well, almost clear.
Only slightly pink.
When we got back to the apartment I thanked Mrs Edwards for everything.
She laughed. "That's all right dear," she replied. "I enjoyed it too. You
see I only had a couple of daughters. I never had the opportunity of
making a boy look pretty!" She went on, "I suppose you'll be going to
work in boys clothes during the week. But maybe I'll see my new girly
neighbour next weekend? We could go shopping. I could help you choose
some new outfits, perhaps." I smiled and said that that would be good.
I was now starting to feel tired after my adventure. And partly also
because I had been so nervous to start with. Back in my apartment I
settled in front of the television down with a large gin and tonic. Now I
could relax. And enjoy one of the benefits of wearing a short skirt -
accessibility. The day ended later in a similar fashion to the evening
before. I snuggled up in bed with the taste of cum in my mouth.
Monday came only too soon. I showered and shaved. I dried my hair and the
curls from yesterday came back. The styling had not brushed out as
promised. My hair still looked rather girly. I had to put on knickers
under my male clothes because I had no other underpants. I also had to
wear stockings as I had no socks. It meant that I needed to put on my
suspender-belt to hold them up. Of course, as I was going to work
ostensibly as a male I didn't need a bra.
But I wore one anyway.
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