The car horn brought us up short. Mike was still holding me and I could feel him breathing deeply as his tongue slipped away from my hungry mouth. Slanting winter sunlight created long shadows. Our breath steamed as we broke our embrace. The chilled air swirled around my stockinged legs and pantied bottom but I felt nothing except elation. A dream, a fantasy from the past come to fruition as I watched Mike open the car door for me. Without a thought I turned my leather encased torso so that my tiny rear was pointed at the bucket seat. One gloved hand smoothed the back of the red leather and I bent at the knees. Leather on leather I kept my knees together and pointing my feet swung my legs into the car. Mike closed the door and scampered about to seat himself. A big grin on his face, he slipped the key in and the ignition caught, the engine purring with contained heat.

"Where we going?" I asked as he pulled away from the curb. My voice still sounded too masculine, though I was aiming for a husky, sexy sound.

"I know a little Mexican place, not far from here." Mike cast his eyes at me. "Then I thought we might go dancing?"

"I haven't danced since ..." My voice cracked at the end. Tears welled as the memory of Penny and our marriage sprang to life. Trembling with anxiety my situation suddenly dawned on me. What was I doing? How'd this happen so fast? Shoulders racked as I fought back the tears. Totally confused the world seemed to shrink before my eyes.

"Tommy?" The sound and the hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality. "Tommy? You alright?" My eyes remained downcast, I was ashamed. I'd allowed myself to give into a fantasy I had thought long dead and forgotten. I'd given into pleasure and sensuality and now I was sitting in a car masquerading as a woman with someone from my past. I had to get out, to go back, to ...

"Tommy, tell me what's wrong." Mike's hand made me feel dirty. How could I like the sensation of his hand on me, of the leather dress against my flesh, of theætightness of the corset, and the arch of my booted feet. This was all wrong, wrong! My voice was clenched shut and all I could do was shake my head. Mike slid his hand across my shoulder and pulled me closer over the bucket seats. "There, there," he cooed, "everything will be fine." His hand brushed below my eyes and I felt his flesh absorb the dampness from my cheeks. Unwillingly I found solace in his embrace.

For long minutes we sat there, unmoving. Raging emotions sought a balance within me and after a while I was able to breath regularly again. One gloved hand on Mike's chest allowed me to push myself upright. "I'm sorry," I croaked and he gave me a tissue to blow my nose with. Wiping my face, I saw traces of the make-up job Marie had performedon me. "This is all too quick." I began to explain. "I can't do this." My hand waved to encompass the world.

"Can't do what?" Mike leaned back in his seat. Then I realized that he had pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"This," and now my hands pointed to me. "I can't be a woman. I must look like a joke. I'm sorry." Ashamed again I turned my head to look out the side window. The sunlight had evolved into a deep blue star flecked night sky. Dimly I could see my reflection and wanted to laugh at how pitiful I must seem.

"Tommy," Mike touched the side of my neck. "Damn, I can't call you Tommy. You're not Tommy, not when you look so feminine, so sexy. You must have another name, no?"

"Kerri," again my voice cracked. So much for being sexy!

"Kerri," Mike repeated. "A soothing name." His palm rested on the side of my neck now. I could feel his fingertips and wondered if he could feel my pulse leaping. "Let me sooth you, Kerri."

"Mike, don't," I began trying to turn further away but there was nowhere to turn to, nowhere to run. "I don't know what happened back there at Marie's place, but I can't go on with this charade." My reflected eyes saw the quivering man behind the streaky make¬up.

"Well, you might see this as a game, but I see a lovely person who is finally doing what makes them happy." Mike slid his hand away. "I've had problems too, you know." His voice fell lower. "Staying here and trying to deal with what I wanted. I envied you, envied that you tried something new, went somewhere."

"But look at me now!" I almost shouted. "Nothing worked out, lost my job, lost Penny. And now this!" Swiveling my head I faced Mike. "Not much of a man am I."

"Depends on your definitions." Mike replied. "You took some chances, and yeah, some of them didn't work out. But you tried. And this," he looked pointedly at my feminized body, "is another try. Don't give up on it until you're sure."

"Sure!" I started to laugh and then I couldn't stop. Mike joined in and the tension slowly dissipateæ. When I finally regained some composure I looked Mike straight in the eye. "If you're sure that you don't mind being seen with me looking like this then why not!"

"Only if you'll fix your make¬up!" Mike grinned. "You look like something the cat dragged in."

Leaning over, I gave Mike a quick kiss on the cheek and then took off my gloves. Fishing in my purse I found what I need to do some repair work, powder, blush and lipstick. As I worked on my face in the small round mirror I began to relax. Mike was right, why not give this a chance? This could be fun. And when was the last time I'd had fun. Penny leapt to mind again, but this time the pain of loss and the anxiety of what I was doing was lessened. "How's that?" Snapping close the compact, I faced Mike.

"I'd kiss you but you'd have to do your lipstick again." Mike smiled and started the car again. My breath was deep and relaxed again as the car spun away down the road. Watching the lights ripple by I was suddenly shocked to feel Mike's hand on my leg. His eyes on the road, he drove with both hands directing two different machines. Head pressed against the head rest I moved my leg closer to Mike, spreading my legs. His strong long fingers went from thigh to knee to inner thigh and upwards. Nestled within the black silken panty my own desire fought to spring to life to no avail. Trapped and constrained all I could do was gyrate my hips into the vee of the bucket seat as Mike continued his journey along my leg. When he reached the stocking top his fingers tickled the exposed flesh and snaked under the garter strap. Between my legs I could feel myself start to percolate, and then boil. The groan that followed my shivering rear and trembling legs had Mike give a squeeze to my pantied groin

The rest of the drive raced by as did my thoughts and feelings. "We're here," Mike announced, turning off the engine. I glanced out at the orangy colored street and as I gripped my gloves Mike was out of the car and opening my door. Holding my knees together I swung out my legs and using Mike's strong arm levered myself out of the car. He shut the door and with his arm entwined with mine we walked to theærestaurant. All the doubts I'd had seem to vanish. The spicy sound of heels on pavement, the sensation of Mike holding me, the aroma of my perfume all alleviated my fears. Instead of anxiety I relished the feelings and for a few steps laid my head against Mike's shoulder. He softly squeezed me and my heart nearly exploded with joy.

The restaurant was dimly lit and the hostess pleasant as she showed us to our seats. For an instant I found myself looking at how she was dressed, how the outfit set off her stocky torso and wondered how she got her make¬up to look so good. Then we were sitting, ordering and eating. No one paid any more attention to me than any other customer, except for Mike. He would touch my hand, or teasingly stork my leg with his foot. As the meal went on, he did most of the talking, which was a relief for me since I was still unsure of projecting a feminine voice. Mike told me all about the rest of our high school crew and what had happened to them. When coffee and dessert were being served I felt the urge to urinate. Panic! Where would I go, raced through my mind and was almost instantly followed by the thought of having little choice dressed in this fashion. So, with a deep breath I excused myself and went to the Ladies Room. Seeing my painted nails push open the door, I dreaded seeing another woman inside, but the room was empty. Quickly I went into a stall.

In the small stall I began to struggle with my dress. At first I thought of removing it, but that was not only awkward be foolish, I'd never get it back on!. Instead I pulled up the hem above my hips and pulled down the panties and undid the flap on the corset. Still standing, I realized that urinating this way would make a mess, so like a lady I sat on the chilled seat and relieved myself. With the dress still hiked up I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped myself, not wanting to stain the panties. Then standing I worked the panties back up, making sure to tuck myself in before tugging with the corset flap and sealing myself away again. Next I pushed down the leather and took some time straightening out the material. Finally I flushed and opened the stall door.

I was still in luck as the room remained empty. Taking advantage of this void, I went to the sink, washed my hands, amazed at how the nail polish made them look so much more feminine. Then I looked in the mirror. A shy smile hit my lips as I saw the new me. And then I softly cursed at not having brought my purse as I noticed that my make¬up needed some touching up. That thought sent a shiver through my soul and I looked away, the feeling seemed so female to be concerned with my make-up. Holding the sides of the sink I took a deep breath and looked again at the mirror. Though by no means a stunning beauty I appeared to all outward semblanceæ a woman. This was something I'd thought about and something I'd made happen. I could always stop after tonight, came the thought. Yes, that's what I'll do, after tonight I'll find a job, move out and get my life back. But that was tomorrow and there was still the night and Mike.

With a long shuddering breath I brushed at my hair and pulled open the door just as someone else was entering. We smiled at one another as we passed. Back at the table the coffee was waiting and so was Mike. Again he filled the time by regaling me with stories of one-time mutual friends. All too soon he paid the bill and was escorting me out of the restaurant. "Still up for dancing?" he asked as we drove away.

"I'm sorry Mike," I began. "Its been a long day. Could we just go home?"

"My place or your's?"

"Mine, I guess." I touched his knee. "I'm really sorry. This has all been so sudden."

"Don't worry, and don't be sorry. I had a great time and you were simply marvelous." He smiled at me. "Now that you're back we have all the time in the world."

"Thanks Mike." I snuggled into the bucket seat and tried not to think as the car swept me home. The lights were still on as we pulled up. Another surge of panic. My step-father had said something about a coming out party for me! Had he been serious? Had he told my mom? And what could I tell her? I began to tremble until Mike laid a hand on my knee. He stared into my eyes, "You've nothing to worry about. You look lovely."

"But about my family? What about my mom? Do you think my step-father told her?" I could hear the edge of hysteria.

"You could go to Marie's house."

"Yeah, you're right. I could borrow some clothes..." The laugh was less panic-stricken as I realized that I was wearing her borrowed clothes right and now and that was the problem.

"I'm sure she has some jeans and a sweatshirt you could borrow. I'd loan you my stuff but it'd be too big for you."

"Thanks again Mike." I leaned forward and kissed his open lips. He was right I'd go to Marie's change and slip into the house. Then I could deal with whatever my step¬father had concocted. Mike returned my kiss and drew me closer. Our tongues slid over one another, the rough and tender caress. His teeth nibbled at the very tip of my tongue as I extracted myself. My eyes closed and senses on fire it took me a few minutes to realize that someone was tapping the window.

With a gasp I opened my mascared eyes and turned in the seat. My step-sister, Toni was at the window! She was a big woman, about an inch or so taller but weighed at least thirty pounds more than me, though much of that was muscle. Her hard face, physique and dirty blonde hair gave her the appearance of a Roller Derby Skater. Now she was standing in the street with a wicked leer on her thin lips as she saw me.

My heart skipped and thudded fighting between panic and the wish to die of shame. Toni simply crossed her arms beneath her protruding breast and waited. There was no thought of running to Marie's now. No escape from having the entire family, maybe the whole neighborhood know about me, about Kerri. With one backward, sad smile at Mike I pushed open the car door. "I'll cal you tomorrow," Mike said as I exited. Beyond speech I nodded and let Toni shut the door, as she told Mike, "Better call afternoon, SHE has an appointment tomorrow morning at Studio 19."

An audible gulp thundered in the night, followed by Toni's biting laughter and the sound of Mike's car easing away. Studio 19 was a fancy beauty salon with tanning parlors and massage tables that I'd seen advertised on television. Before I could think any more of that ordeal Toni had roughly seized my upper arm. She half-dragged me toward the house. I began to whimper, "please, please don't do this to me, please."

Toni merely laughed harder. "You've done this yourself you little fag. Listen to you begging like a girl. You're pathetic, what a poor excuse for a man." She twisted open the front door and pulled me after her. My feet slipped in the heels and I sagged against her firm body. Eyes downcast I began to cry. "Oh stop it, will you." Toni shook me and with her arms on mine stood me up straight. "There's no one else home. Dad took your mom out to dinner. It's just you and me, babe." She pulled the wig off my head and for some reasion I felt naked, as if I had been exposed. Toni eyes me, "You don't really need a wig, girl, you have such nice femme features." Again that leer filled her face.

"What do you want?" I choked out. I almost added that I'd do anything but that seemed pretty obvious to me.

"Well, Kerri," she stressed my femme name, "I want a lot of things. But tonight I want you."

"Me?!" Taking a step back I bumped up against the wall.

Toni stepped forward. "Not as a man!" She sneered. "Look at you. You're more a slut than a man! Though you do look very sexy in that leather dress. C'mon, I've some games we can play upstairs."

Toni turned and for an instant I thought of running. Then I became of aware of how I was dressed and that aside from Marie, who'd helped me into this red leather dress and black patent leather ankle boots, that there was nowhere for me to run. Trapped by my own fantasy.

Slowly I followed Toni. Walking up stairs with 4" heels was a new challenge, I kept thinking that the shaft would snap under my weight so I focused my balance on the tips of my toes. At the head of the stairs Toni waited at the door to her bedroom. Since I'd returned after the divorce and losing my job, I'd never been in her room. The queen size bed filled most of the space along with a chest of drawers and footlocker under the window. The room seemed neuter with off-white walls and ceiling paint and no other ornamentation. Toni allowed me to enter and then shut the door.

In silence she went over to the footlocker and undoing the hasp she started sorting out garments. She tossed things onto the bed, black and red bras, panties, corset-like things. I stood there watching her the aroma of leather filling the room. Unwillingly I felt myself respond to the scent and tried to move my hips to accommodatethe growing pressure. Finally Toni stood up holding a long pair of boots in one hand and red stiletto pumps in the other. My eyes bounced back and forth between the two and Toni seeing my reaction laughed again. I was growing to hate that laugh.

"Strip." She tossed the boots and pumps atop the pillow and glared at me. Under her gaze I took off the white rabbit fur, the leather glove and searched for a proper place to lay them down. Only the floor beckoned and so with knees together I bent at the hips and laid them out. "My god," Toni howled "you even move like a woman! Is that why Penny left you? Did she hate you for being so pretty? Or did she find you with someone like Mike?" Her words opened the scabbed wound of my lost marriage and I wanted to scratch her eyes out. Instead I merely shook my head no and got on with undressing. There was a struggle with the zipper on the dress and Toni made no effort to help. With convoluted and twisting arms I finally undid the zipper without ripping the dress. Stepping out of it I folded the garment and placed it over the coat. For a moment I stood there until Toni said, "Everything." Resigned to further humiliation I leaned back against the door and tugged off the ankle boots, next I undid the garters and rolled the stockings down. Toni's laughter filled my head. Getting the corset off was more of a problem as I wrestled with knots and laces and the groin flap, but finally I was standing there with only the black silk panties covering me. "That too." Toni pointed, "after all you don't have much to hide!"

Turning my back to her I stepped out of the panties and held them before me. "Oh, such modesty," Toni snickered. "Turn around, now!" I did as she asked, though I retained the panties in the vain hope of keeping some dignity. But that was dashed as Toni strode around from the opposite side of the room and tore panties from my grasp. Now all I had on was my make¬up and nail polish. Toni used her forefinger to flick the head of my flaccid and retreating penis. With a gasp I jumped away and she looked me up and down.

"Well you're still seem pretty hairless, but to be safe you'd better go shave again." She opened the door and naked I shuffled into the bathroom. Toni followed "I'm going to leave you your attire for the night in my room. Once you've shaved get dressed and come back downstairs." I nodded and got to business of shaving,legs, chest, underarm. When I was done I ran a quick shower and with a towel about my waist I went back to Toni's room.

On the bed I saw a collection of red leather garments. Drawing closer, I fingered them, separating them and trying to decide which went on first. I settled for the waist cincher. The supple leather was chill against my flesh but quickly warmed as I positioned the garment and worked the laces as tight as I could. The leather helped to flatten my stomach though looking down I could not see if I'd made any female curves on my torso. Next I snaked on the red bra and had to take it on and off a few times until I had the right length on the shoulder straps. The red again my shave chest was a vivid contrast. I spotted a garter belt and hooking it around my waist, below the cincher I straightened the straps and looked for a pair of stockings. Toni had left a pair of sheer red ones that slithered over my legs. Getting the front garter was not a problem, but I spent long minutes wrestling and twisting the rear snaps. Frustrated that the snap would not hold I almost tore the stocking. Finally the garters held and with a sigh of achievement I looked for the next item. All that was left was a tiny thong panty with silver side snaps. I undid one snap and stepped into the panty. The thong seemed to disappear between my small, tight cheeks and with a tug I managed to do up the snap. The panty pressed my small bit of manhood into a flattened mound and I saw that I not shaved close enough as a few stray hairs peeked from behind the warming, molding leather.

At last I took the stilettoes and seated on the edge of the bed I scrunched my toes and wiggled my feet into them. Standing up I fell back onto the bed. Never had I had tried on such a high heel. As I glanced down I estimated at least 5" if not 6" of spike. Closing my eyes I move to the edge of the bed again and this time I slowly pushed myself upright. I teetered for a moment and then found a modicum of balance. Taking extremely tiny steps and with my arms held out for added security I practiced walking around the room. The rug caught at the heel and made the task even more daunting. This would require hours of practice that I did not have, so gritting my teeth I headed for the stairs. If walking up in 4" heels had seemed a climb up Mount Everest, then descending in these spikes was like entering the Inferno. Turning my feet so that the entire sole was on the tread I gingerly made my way down. The thought of falling and breaking a leg or arm made me wondered how I could explain my clothing and nail polish to the EMS squad.

With that thought I reached the bottom and still going slowly I crossed into the living room. The strobe of a flash greeted me followed by applause. Blinking my eyes, I feared that there were a thousand eyes looking back at me. Only Toni was there. She had donned the black garments and stood in the center of the room in black bustier, her nipples peeping over the edge, black garter belt and panties festooned with silver studs and black over the knee spiked boots. A camera dangled from her hand. Though not a stunning beauty she projected an aura of sensualityæ that filled the room.

"My, don't you look hot!" She placed the camera on the coffee table and walked up to me. "Dear, you ruined your make-up. Here sit down and let me fix you." She sat me on the sofa and darted upstairs to return with her make-up kit. "Close your eyes. You've such a petit face," Toni said as she worked on me. "Why didn't you do this early. I'll bet if you'd done this when you were 20 you'd be married to some really hung stud right now." Her chatter made me cringe while her brush strokes and the feel and odor of the cosmetics made me squirm on the sofa pillow.

"There," Toni announced. I saw the afterlight of a flash though my shut eyes before she said, "Open your eyes and see." She held an enlarging mirror in her hands and the sight before me was no longer petit but wanton. Toni had given me a dramatic look, if not a whorish look with blue eyeshadows, deep red blush and brilliant gleaming red lips. "You look good enough to eat me." She licked her own painted lips as she let the mirror slid to the floor.

Her strong arms rested on my shoulders and then with one quick movement she brought my head to her black pantied groin. "Use you tongue and teeth to move the panty, bitch." She kept my head pinioned and I could feel her heat, smell her musky deep desire. With a gasp I closed my eyes again and sought to move aside the strip of the panty that covered her waiting flesh. My nose nestled in her pubic hair and with nibbles and licks I managed to slightly move the panty. Opening my eyes, I saw her glistening before me and with now smeared lips I began to delve into her. Her grip tightened as I spent long minutes probing and quivering with my tongue. Toni seemed lost, as did I, and urged on by some unknown and insensate passion she was shimmying and quaking in her seat and I could feel her liquid desire oozing and covering my tongue.

"Marie was right," Toni's husky voice whispered. "I can't wait until the others meet you."

Others?!! © 1998 Billie & Michelle Johnson