![]() Within minutes of arriving he was decked out in a red satin corset with lace trim and thigh-high black stockings. They knew his tastes and always kept an eye out for something special for him. He had been visiting the store now for three months and knew Bev and Jill, the attendants by name. He had found the girls in the lingerie store were very accepting of his fetish and the thrill of having real women helping him to try on and to choose clothes was exquisite. If that could be lingerie, then so much the better. Harry had been crossdressing for years and although very much in the closet amongst his acquaintances he was not beyond going to a women's fashion store and trying on some clothes. Harry knew he had the streets to himself and he quickly headed for the lingerie shop he frequented in a quiet side-street across town. There was a project nearing its deadline and everyone would be tied up at work for the day making last minute preparations for the release. "Take any messages for me but don't tell callers when to expect me back," he added.Įfficient and business-like, that was Harry, and that was what had brought him to a position of middle-management at the firm where he had a team of four young girls working under him in Quality Control. As office admin Linda worked with several departments and was always the source of inter-department gossip. "I'll be back in about an hour," he said to Linda, the office admin, as he passed her desk on the way to the door. Now he sat on the edge of the couch with his hand politely in his lap, looking every bit his new role, as she explained to him that she wanted him to prepare dinner for her and some friends the following evening.Īs Harry left the office he could barely conceal his excitement. He prepared her clothes everyday as well as his own and the were both quite happy with the arrangement. He wore only women's clothes when they were together and he had began acting more feminine under Sandra's careful tuition. If you don't comply I'll put those pictures of you in my stolen underwear up on Facebook," Sandra retorted and Alan knew he had not choice.Įven since then Alan had been slipping further and further into his role of the young, sexy, feminine assistant. ![]() "Look, I admit I like wearing girls' panties but this is going too far," Alan protested. Apply make-up, I don't want a sloppy looking assistant." You will wear either dresses or skirts since you like them so much, and find yourself a wig until your hair grows long enough. "And like any good assistant, you will dress appropriately. "If you like wearing girls' clothes so much then you can become my personal assistant," she continued. ![]() "That's quite a little fetish, isn't it?Īlan began to respond but she cut him off. "I've been checking up on the Internet just why it is that man would want to wear women's clothes," she began. He was relieved but something in her voice sounded different, more confident. He didn't hear from her for three days and then she called and told him she was coming over. "We'll see," was all she said in a tight-lipped voice as she walked out the door. Then, to his horror, she copied the pictures of him wearing her underwear to a USB drive and got up to leave. He tried to explain, how he enjoyed experiencing what girls feel like when they dress but his pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. She just kept on going through all of his stash. When he came out of the shower his heart had sunk into his feet but she wouldn't even look at him. There were even some pictures he had taken of himself wearing her panties. His browser history showed the transvestite forum he was active in and a quick search for picture files found his hoard of crossdressing pictures and stories. He had been in the shower and she decided to logon to her Facebook account from his laptop. It was barely a month ago that Sandra had found the files on his computer. Alan never expected things to go this far in such a short time.
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