Give her the slip on the Euston Road Part 3
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Give her the slip on the Euston Road:
Drive!
It was the one thought in my mind.
I had to get out of here.
What the hell was going on? How had I got into this situation?
I could see now that I was wearing silver Mary Janes, black fishnet
stockings, and a black silky slip with a lace trim and with a cut that
ran up the side of my right leg revealing the black lace suspender belt
holding my stockings up.
This was the first time that I had ever worn women's underwear and I was
wearing little else but women's underwear.
I presumed given what I could see of what I was wearing that I was
wearing panties too but I didn't have the time to check.
It had been hard to run away from my captors in these heels but one of
them had told me that I had two minutes to get out of this underground
car park I had just driven out of if I didn't want them to shoot me and I
had better not look back. I would find my car a floor above. They had
been wearing ski masks that hid their faces and reminded me of the
Russian protest group Pussy Riot.
I had struggled to get the keys in the door and then in the ignition with
the false nails I could tell were stuck to my fingers.
I could feel that I had a wig on and it was styled in a ponytail which
ran down to just above my bra strap and the top of the back of my slip. I
felt the wig brush against my naked upper back as I was running towards
my car.
I could also feel that my ears had been pierced and I was wearing
earrings.
Whilst I had been in that underground car park I hadn't been sure where I
was.
There was my bag, which my captors had given me with my jacket and car
keys and I hoped my bag had my Male clothes in. I had thrown it in the
backseat of the car. It was my car, but I had parked it by the cinema in
Slough. How had it got here?
I put my black jacket on and thought I could at least zip it up to cover
my bra and the spaghetti straps of the top part of my slip when I got out
of the car park.
I recalled how when me and the lads went to the pub and a sexy woman
passed by we might sing something like "Get your tits out for the lads."
The shoe was on the other foot now.
Mary Jane shoes to be precise.
And I didn't have time to unstrap them.
I had driven out of the underground car park into what turned out to be
rush hour traffic on the Euston Road.
At least I now knew where I was I thought, but there would be a series of
lights before I got onto the A40 at Hangar Lane and would have only the
speed cameras to worry about.
As I said when I was in the car park I had originally thought I would zip
the jacket up to cover my slip and bra but it was hot and I didn't want
to open the windows. I decided I had better leave my jacket undone,
effectively showing off my fake cleavage to anyone who happened to look
through my car window. Really I should have taken my jacket off but I
couldn't do that whilst driving the car and dressed like I was I could
hardly get out of the car to do that either, even if there had been
somewhere I could stop on the Euston Road.
I locked the doors as I found the traffic queued up for the underpass by
Euston Square station.
I could see now that I had scarlet false nails on my fingers.
I looked in the rear view mirror to see if my captors were following me
and saw that I was wearing mascara and false eyelashes too. I was also
wearing eyeshadow and my eyebrows looked more feminine than they had done
before. I also noticed my wig was black, like my underwear and my
earrings were gold hoop earrings.
I thought for a second of removing my wig now I was in my car but as my
hand touched it I realised that it would immediately tell anyone who
could see me that I was a guy dressed in women's underwear or at least a
woman with rather masculine hair. For once I didn't want people thinking
I was my hair as Lady Gaga sung. I didn't want people to see me at all.
I wanted to be invisible..
Would they work out I was a guy?
Pedestrians seemed to be getting close.
I squirmed in my seat...
Just my luck, a builder's van pulled up on my right. I thought any
moment I will be invited to show them my tits and then I would have an
audience of pedestrians peering in at me like motorists driving past a
car crash.
I squirmed in my seat again.
I felt the silk brush against my thighs and the taughtness of my
suspenders and stocking tops.
I felt sexy.
The traffic started to move on towards Great Portland Street.
How did women drive in heels like this?
Was I going to be able to drive home in these heels?
Jo
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