Last winter I moved back in with my parents after a bitter divorce and losing my job. My step-father and sister were not all that pleased with the situation but I had little choice and little money. For the first few weeks I regularly went out job hunting but as the results were a constant stream of noes and the weather grew inclement I began to stay home. Wandering around the place where I had grown up brought back floods of memories, behaviors and feelings. Recollections of the fantasies that I had designed resurfaced and day dreams wandered daintily along suppressed ways. The finished basement where I was living also stored all old the family belongings. One day, having received to rejections on early job interviews, I began to browse through the boxes in the basement. The pain of having been turned down brought back the memories of the times I had been rejected in high school. Back then my solace was to change reality and to become someone whom everyone desired to be around.

Shaking with excitement I stripped down and began to decide what I was going to wear. The lime green French cut panties went on first and within moments I was fully excited. I began to ooze and knew that unless I addressed this quickly there would be a mess. With rapid strokes I climaxed and then wiped myself clean, every so often squeezing out a lingering droplet until I was flaccid again. This time I slipped myself between my legs and snuggled into the panties. White opaque pantyhose rolled down and onto my slender legs. The tight material wrapping around my calves and thighs, further hiding and securing me.

A white bra with lace scallops along the tops of the cups gathered in my meager chest but gave me no cleavage. Two rolled up panties fitted into the cups gave the illusion of a bust line. This was enhanced when I pulled on a clingy black jersey top. The cool fabric molded itself around my bust and waist. The sleeves did little to hide my thin arms though the open neckline gave a hint of cleavage. Next I shook out the black sateen hot pants before drawing them over my legs and around my hips. Compact and smooth the zipper hid any lingering trace of who I was and showed instead who I dreamed of being.

Finally I sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped the side of the boots. The vinyl crinkled as I pointed my toe and arched my foot inside. Delightfully tight the boot painted itself over my foot. The long zipper pulled the vinyl to my leg and quickly I stepped into the other boot. As I stood and swayed for an instant over come by the sensation I felt the exquisite tension inside my hot pants.

Looking down at my long booted legs I wanted to see how good I looked but the only full length mirror was in the upstairs bathroom. A quick look at the alarm clock told me that I had plenty of time before anyone came home from work. So I strutted upstairs and posed for myself in the mirror. From the neck down the illusion was passable but as I looked at my face I felt let down.

So I went into my sister's bedroom and found a chintzy blue-black page boy wig. The cap was so cheap that it took forever to get the wig to stay in place. The face in the small mirror as closer to fitting the clothes on my body. Then I began to dabble with her make-up. Blush, mascara, eye shadow and liner and lip gloss. In expert my face looked uneven but that did not stop me from going back into the bathroom.

Again I posed and smiled and felt myself ready to burst through the sateen hot pants. The last time I'd done this I had fantasized that Mike who lived down the block would find me dressed like this and that we would neck and he would treat me like a real girl. I gave one last look at myself and started down the stairs to relieve myself. At the bottom of the steps as I turned to go into the basement the front door opened. Cold air swept in with my step-father.

For a long instant he simply stood there as if trying to recognize who was standing in the hallway. With no place to hide I merely stood there and waited for the reprimand. Slowly and silently he closed the door. "Don't move," he said softly and shuffled into the living room. His anger trailed him. A moment later I heard a muffled voice and then the phone being replaced.

Shaking with fear and anxiety I remained in place for long minutes. Then the doorbell rang. My fear escalated and my heart was about to rip through my blouse and I felt sweat trickle down my back to the top of my pantyhose. What was my step-father doing? I wondered as he stepped into the hallway and pulled open the door.

Marie, our next door neighbor, entered. She looked from my step-father to me a small smile growing with every second. "I came home so that we could be together and this is in the hall," my step-father spoke quietly as he closed the front door. In shock I was still standing where my step-father had found me.

"You've got to admit he's got a cute figure." Marie took a few steps forward. "I'd kill for legs like that." She stopped a few feet away. "Turn around honey." In mute response I swiveled on the balls of my feet. "Look at those cheeks Tom. Round and firm." Suddenly I felt a hand caressing the curve of my right buttock. A thrill shuddered me. Hot breathe blew over the back of my neck. My eyes shut in ecstasy. The hand sweetly kneaded my flesh drawing ever closer to the center. Another hand was on my waist, along the belt of my hot pants, beginning to dive lower and lower. Slowly my flesh began to melt. I twisted my neck to meet the source of that now panting breath. Glossed lips found damp hungry lips. Tongues entwined. Fingers began to push up the center of my rear. Hand circled my zipper. Beneath that hand I felt a tortured need for release.

Then the hands moved and rested on my shoulders. Turning me around and forcing me down to my knees. The white vinyl boots creaked as I knelt. Opening my eyes, I looked up. Aflame with lust and desire my step-father began to unbuckle his pants. The moments of pleasure turned to fear and loathing. What was I doing? What were we doing? The sound of the zipper crashed through the hall. From under his white boxer shorts my step-father pulled out his pulsating member.

I tried to back away. Hands on my shoulders prevented me from moving. "Relax honey." Marie whispered from behind me. "Just think of it as a big lollipop." My head still tried to retreat but my step-father's hand grabbed me and brought me head to head. Salty ooze touched my lips. Heat radiated from the pointed flesh. Marie pinched my arm and my mouth opened. My step-father pushed his in and began to rock back and forth. Gagging I fought to find my breath. Panic flooded me until my nostrils flared with breathe. As I started to breath I was able to control my gagging. By now I could sense that my step-father was ready to explode. With one last long thrust my step-father plunged into the back of my throat. The explosion fairly gagged me again . This time I was forced to swallow.

As quickly as it had begun the act was over. "You're a quick learner, honey." Marie was lifting me off the floor. My step-father turned away as he pulled himself together. "You'll do fine at tonight's party." I looked at her in the eye for the first time, she was smiling broadly now. "What party? What are you talking about?"

My step-father walked back into the living room. "Tom, your Dad thought since you like dressing as a girl he'd have a little coming out party for you." She placed an arm around me and began to walk me to front door as she talked. "I've got this sweet little red leather dress that you'd look hot in. Not that you don't look good now, though you need to work on your make-up. But I can do that for you tonight." As she went on she'd opened the front door and directed me outside.

Panic erupted. I couldn't go out like this, someone would recognize me. Someone would know that I was a man! Yet Marie rattled on about foundation and winter colors as we walked over to her house. The cold air slipped over and passed my booted legs and sent a chill through my jersey blouse. Boot heels sounded on the sidewalk and then we were inside where I felt a sense of calm. That calm lasted only for few minutes when I heard Marie mention who was going to be at this party. Mike!

The first thing Marie had me do was strip down. My shamed resistance was laughed away as Marie took me by the hand into her bedroom. "Honey, you've got to relax, enjoy yourself." She pulled up my hand and turning the palm upward she softly kissed my hand, her tongue lightly running the length of my middle finger. With a hungry look in eyes she dropped my hand and took off her top, her firm breasts erect and taunt. She smiled and slid a hand into her waistband, "You want to see more you'll have to match me piece for piece." Quickly I drew the jersey blouse over my head, the wig coming loose and falling to the floor with the blouse.

Marie smiled and wiggled out of her jeans, and I tugged away at the sateen hot pants. She kicked off her loafers and I sat on the bed to tug away at the vinyl boots. As I struggled Marie stepped over one leg and pulled away the boot and then she straddled my other leg and pulled off the other one. But instead of moving away she back her full rear into my face. Clad in royal blue silk panties her cheeks poked into my nose. Her scent was intoxicating, rapturous me as my hands held her wide hips. She switched her rear a few times as my tongue flashed out. Then she in one quick movement she stripped off her panties and turned to face me her knees near my ears.

When I moved to remove my panties, she leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders forcing me down onto the bed. Oozing she lowered herself over my face and I breathed in the musky aroma. Then her soft, quivering lips were on mine and like a drowning man I lapped away at her. Time seemed to stop as my tongue moved and circled and darted around and around and around. From far away I could hear gentle moans and then Marie was grinding her hips into my face as I desperately tried to match her tempo. With a last powerful thrust Marie nestled herself onto my face. The dark black hair tickling in the inside of my nose.

For a long while we remained that way until Marie finally rolled away. "Honey, you have one mighty tongue. Where did you learn to do that?" I blushed as recalled the first time I'd done something similar. "From my wife," I replied softly. Marie's hand brushed at my face. "Is that where you learned to dress up too?"

My face went even redder. "No," my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat. "I use to do that when I was just a teenager."

"Well, Honey." Marie paused for a minute. "I can't keep calling you that, do you have a name for yourself?" She sat up on the bed and I followed suit. "Kerry," I said in as feminine a way as I could and Marie smiled. "I always liked the way keri-lotion felt, soft, smooth, sensual."

"That's something we can make you into." She stood up and pointed to my bra and pantyhose. "Get rid of those and join me in the bathroom. We've got some work to do, Kerry." She left the room and I was alone for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime but was really only a little over a hour. There were a thousand different feelings racing through me as I tried to adjust to the changes that were rapidly occurring. Most of all I was amazed at how natural, though a little scary, this experience felt to me. As I began to undo my bra and then strip down my pantyhose, the same way I had seen my wife undress, I began to feel more feminine. Standing up I looked down at my body and frowned at the thin roll of flesh around my navel. If I wanted to look really good I would have to begin to exercise much more I told myself as I went into Marie's bathroom.

Hot steam wafted from the shower stall and Marie's bare arm waved me into the streaming jet of water. She lathered my body and toyfully pulled at my withered member, cupping her hand around my plum-sized testicles. Marie said nothing as the sweat and dirty were washed away. Then she stepped out of the shower and pulled me with her, handing me a big fluffy terry-cloth towel. "Just pat yourself dry," she instructed me, "And sit on the throne." From her vanity she produced a can of shaving cream, a pink razor and small pair of scissors. "Just sit still," was all Marie said as she began to first trim the dark hair from my legs and under my arms, then to lather my body and with short strokes to shave me from neck to toe. She used two different blades an d she must have used the entire can of shaving cream before she finally told me to go back into the shower where I rinsed away cream and hair.

When I stepped out again my body looked very different and much more feminine. Marie handed me a bottle of Jasmine-Scented Body Lotion and left. As I started to apply the soft gel I could feel how smooth and delicate my skin now felt. Rubbing in the lotion with the scent tickling my nose and the sense of achieving a level of femininity I had never reached before, I felt a twinge of excitement and began to stiffen. When Marie came back she saw what was occurring, with a wry smile she said, "That would distract everyone. Let's take care of this for now." She dropped a tiny bundle and plopped a blob of Body Lotion into her hand and reaching for my to me. I held it out to see which side was the front and then placed my feet inside the legs. The cool material swiftly warmed to match my skin as it slid on.

Marie had me turn around and encased my torso in a red and black satin corset with six suspenders. The hard fabric constrained me ribs as Marie tightened the laces. The roll of flesh I had seen disappeared and the little flesh around my breast formed the illusion of cleavage. The suspenders slapped against my legs as Marie had me take a deep breath and pulled on the laces. After I exhaled I found that I could not breathe as deeply as before.

Taking my hand, Marie turned me and took me back into her bedroom where she had me sit on the bed. A pair of black silk seamed stockings lay beside me. "Try to get the seams straight," Marie asked as she went into her closet. I rolled down one stocking and pointed my foot into the dark O. Silk slithered up my now bare leg, the sheer material and hairless flesh sending a surge of lust into my cocooned member. Struggling to keep the seam in line I tussled with the garter snaps but soon had all three se cured and then did my other leg. Finished with the garters I ran my hands over my legs, turning my calves and looking at the line of my leg wallowing in the sensation.

Marie was smiling at me from the closet. She was holding a red leather dress in her arms. "Kerry, your legs are going to get you anything you want. And with this," she extended the dress, "You'll look hot." Unzipping the back she motioned for me to stand and as I did so I felt the blood rush away from my head. Swaying for an instant I panicked when I realized I was not breathing the way I was used to. Marie's hand steady my arm and I found a new pattern to my breathing. She directed my arm upwards and like a child she slid the dress over my arms, head and shoulders. My somewhat large hands popped through the sleeves as my head emerged. Marie tugged the leather down over my corset, behind and thighs. She zipped me in and the leather fitted itself to me. The butter soft fabric caressing my bare shoulders and held my thighs tightly. I thought that with every tiny breathe that I took that the leather would explode. Instead the dressed warmed to my excitement and enhanced my

"Now," Marie placed her hands on my shoulders and steered me to her bedroom's vanity. Seated, Marie turned the chair so that I face her. She frowned, "That wig you had was awful and would ruin the look. We'll have to do something with what you have." My chestnut brown hair was fairly short and Marie stared at my head for about five minutes before she took brush an comb in hand. Her hand then flew over my head as she fought to find the look she sought until she finally she grabbed a scissors. Before I could say no, Marie had started to cut. The snip of the sharp steel echoed in the room and in my ears when suddenly it stopped. Now Marie took some gel and combed out my hair. As she stepped back to look at the effect, I went to turn to face the mirror. But Marie prevented me, "When we're done you can look. Not before."

"First things first." Marie took up my hands and cleaned my nails and with an emery board gave them a more delicate shape. Then she applied ice pink nail polish on each finger. "Let those dry for now," she said as she took up a handful of brushes and crafted my face. I closed my eyes and relished the scent of foundation, blush, shadow and gloss. A sharp pain above my eye caused me to open my eyes and look at Marie who had a tweezers in her hand. "Your eyebrows are little too thick. I'm just going to thin a bit." For long minutes Marie plucked me and the pleasure of the surcease of the act was marvelous. Then I was turned around and from right behind my ear Marie whispered, "Take a look at the new Kerry."

The face in the mirror was mine, but I looked the way I had never been able to acquire on my own. Satiny honey brown eye shadow and long black mascaraed lashes brought attention to my shining brown eyes. Rosy pink blush created a hollow and defined my cheekbones, while velvety pink lips quivered with joy. My hair was cut to pointy ends around my ears and short bangs dangled onto my forehead, with swirls of hair around my long neck. The face in the mirror was me, and I was Kerry.

"Just some last touches." Marie's voice was now across the room. I turned again to face her with tears behind my eyes. "I think that with your legs, these will look great." She held up a pair of black patent leather spike heeled ankle boots with a tin y silver strap across the instep. Still sitting I took them from her and pointed my stockinged foot inside. Silk and satiny liner allowed my foot to glide into the boot that formed itself around my toes. With the second boot on I turned and twisted and admired my legs, Marie was right about them.

"Here," Marie slapped playfully at my legs. "Stop looking at yourself and put these on." Her hand deposited a tangle of silver and I placed three bracelets over my wrist and two plain rings on my left pinkie and right index finger. Marie was spraying me with Charlie as I looked down at my hands.

Just then the front doorbell rang and I remembered what this was all about. There was going to be a party and I was going to be the star. Marie smiled at me, "You look more like a woman than most women. And those legs!" She tossed aside the perfume and took my hand. I stood and staggered for a few moments unused to wearing heels and having such a tight skirt encircle my legs. Marie helped steady me and with short steps I left the bedroom and went downstairs. My breathing was shallow and I could feel my heart starting to leap out of my red leather dress. Marie squeezed my hand and left me standing at the foot of the steps as she opened the front door. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, I thought that I was going to be killed, I trembled and asked myself what I was doing.

Swallowing a hard lump I tried to stop my knees from knocking. A gust of cold air swept into the room. I thought my heart would stop beating from fear. Suddenly I heard a long breathe escape and a voice say, "Tommy!?" It was Mike, staring at me wide-eyed. "You're beautiful!" He took a few steps forward and I quivered, trying to find my voice. Mike paused before me, his eyes ogling my legs. Without a thought I spun on the balls of my feet to show him all of me. The heels pushed out my tightly leather clad rear and I raised one hip to enhance the effect.

"I can't believe it." Mike's voice was husky.

Turning towards him again, I kept my eyes downcast and saw a swelling in the crotch of his Levi's. He took a step forward and I quickly looked up in time to see his voracious lips descending. They wrapped around my glistening lips and our tongues shyly danced. His left arm went around my shoulder and his right followed the curve of my torso to my hip. I shuddered and ground my groin into his. The swelling in Mike's jeans was growing and as it built up his right hand started to caress my leather bound rear. Sensations cascaded through me and I almost felt as if I was about to faint.

Suddenly our lips parted and Mike's hands were wrestling with the fly of his Levi's. A step backward and I knelt in front of Mike as he peeled away the denim. Ice pink nails ascended to white briefs. From beyond the cotton a large lump appeared and for a moment I thought about how it compared to my step-father's and how it shamed my small member. But that thought was fleeting as Mike half-stepped towards my waiting lips. Eye half-closed I fully open my mouth and began long luxurious licks of my tongue. Soon I felt a pulsing on the inside of my mouth and from above heard moans. My nails were biting into the hard flesh at his hips. Mike was now pushing his hips into my face as he held the sides of my head. Then all at once a spurt hit the roof of my mouth. For a second I gagged and then swallowed and kept on swallowing and milking Mike until he finally extracted himself.

From the front door I heard a hard sardonic laugh. My step-father stood there, an arm draped across Marie's shoulder. "He's all yours Mike. For tonight." He leered at me. "Tomorrow tonight he'll start to earn his keep." A hand disappeared into my step-father's pocket, "Here's a hundred." He stepped away from Marie, "Take my 'son' out and show him a good time. Make him feel like a woman."

Slightly embarrassed, Mike pulled up his jeans and zipping himself he took the offered money. I came to my feet staring at my step-father who would not look at me. From the hall closet Marie took out a long white rabbit fur coat. She smiled ruefully and giving Mike the coat scurried upstairs. Mike held out the coat and I slipped my arms inside. Seconds later Marie was back with a small black velvet purse and pair of cashmere lined winter white leather gloves. As I pushed my hands into the gloves, Mike was taking me by the elbow and walking me out the front door.

"Bring her home by midnight. She's going to have a hard day tomorrow." My step-father's rough laughter followed us down the walkway to Mike's car.

"I'm sorry about that," he said under the streetlight as he paused in front of the car. "But not about you. You probably didn't know that I was bi, did you?" He kissed me again and I melted into his arms not caring that I was a man standing on his tiptoes in a pair of high heeled ankle boot dressed like a sexy woman. All that mattered was Mike's warm tongue and he sure hands.

Tomorrow would be later, but tonight was now.