The day of the boss's visit was like a dream for Don. He woke up early, his mind buzzing with excitement and trepidation. His heart pounded as he thought of the boss's singular request, those words echoed in his mind over and over again, "I want you, Don, dressed as a woman, as you love."

The request was not unexpected, but it brought with it a mix of emotions. It was like walking on a tightrope, a delicate balancing act between fear of the unknown and the thrill of a new experience. 

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw his reflection through the eyes of his boss, his desire. He wore a simple but flattering dress, his makeup subtly accentuating his features, and his hair styled to complement his look. It was a transformation, a metamorphosis that brought to surface a part of him that he had never truly acknowledged before. 

His heart pounded as he moved around the house, setting up for the boss's visit. Every tick of the clock seemed to increase his anticipation, his palms were sweaty, his throat dry. Yet, there was a peculiar kind of exhilaration in the air, an energy that buzzed like static electricity, charging the atmosphere.

Finally, the doorbell rang, and a wave of adrenaline surged through Don. This was it. He was about to open the door and invite his boss into his world, dressed as a woman, as he loved. 

He took a moment to compose himself, took a deep breath, and then moved towards the door. As he opened it, he was met with his boss's approving gaze. The tension between them was palpable, charged with an intense magnetism that drew them together.

"Good evening, Don," the boss said, his voice husky, filled with underlying tones of desire. "You look beautiful."

As the night wore on, the tension only increased. Every glance, every accidental touch, every whispered word was laced with an electrifying undercurrent of desire. It was a dance, a game of cat and mouse that both of them seemed all too willing to play. 

As the clock struck midnight, their secret meetings and hidden desires hung heavy in the air, the tension reaching its peak. The night was young, and the game was just beginning. Their secret world, hidden behind closed doors, was set to unravel, their desire, the guiding force.