I have always enjoyed cross dressing, this story is more a fantasy than anything, though it does draw on real experience in a couple of details.
First, a little about me. I am about six foot tall, and weigh in at 170 pounds. I am twenty two years of age. My body is toned and lean, from years of running and swimming, my muscles well defined, but without being bulky. My eyes are green and my skin lightly tanned. I look athletic and poised and exercise regularly.
I enjoy dressing as realistically as possible and I never kid myself as to my true gender, prefering to dress appropriate to my build, purely for the enjoyment of wearing women's clothing.
About a week ago I was at home alone. I had woken up feeling aroused after a night filled with deeply erotic dreams.
I showered, enjoying the sensation of the cool water running down over my bare skin. I remove most of my body hair for swimming, so my legs, back, bum, face and chest are smooth, the skin soft to the touch.
After the shower I dressed quickly, my hands shaking with excitement. I started with a pair of black silk panties and a matching bra. I stuffed the bra with a pair of breast-formes, which work well with the natural contours of my chest, giving me an almost natural cleavage. I covered my legs with a pair of nude silk stockings, seamed up the back and reinforced at the toe. I next slipped on a strapless figure-hugging summer dress, made from white cotton, which fell to just above my knees. I shivered as I felt the light fabric of the dress brush against my pantyhose covered legs. Almost finished, I pushed my feet into a pair of peach colored suede pumps with a four in heel.
I turned to the full length mirror mounted on the back of my door, almost bursting with excitement. Reflected back at me was the image of a beautiful young woman. The dress stretched over the contour of my breasts, then flowed down over my taught stomach and narrow waist to float just a couple of inches above above my pantyhose clad knees. My calves strained against the sheer silk of the 'hose, my legs seemed incredibly long and toned beneath the sheer material. I inhaled and let out a slow breath, watching my breasts rise and fall. I had dressed up many times before, but never had I seen myself looking so radiant and so feminine.
I reached for my smart-phone and took a couple of photographs of myself. I threw in a couple of poses, over-the-shoulder, one leg kicked up behind, classic pin-up. I could feel my cock hardening and straining against the fabric of the panties. I knew that soon I would need to lift the dress and masturbate...the hammering in my chest was growing and growing and a bead of sweet sweat formed on my forehead and rolled down my throat. First, I decided to take a walk around the house, to enjoy the beauty and freedom of the moment for as long as possible. I decided to tease myself. Panting, I threw the phone to one side, not caring where it landed and reached for the door handle. Imagine my surprise when, before my hand could grip it, the handle turned of its own accord and with a push from beyond, the door opened...
Frozen with suprise, I found myself face to face with my girlfriend, Rachel, who was accompanied by two tall and muscular men. Dark eyed and dark haired, with a figure to die for, she raised one eyebrow and smiled softly.
'Hello darling', she said.
The two men rush forward without warning and before I could cry out or resst they had dragged me to the floor. I thrashed and kicked, but they had pinned my arms and now rolled me onto my front without too much trouble. I felt my wrists being crushed together and then bound with a roll of tape. They then grabbed my legs, one held them together and the other quickly bound my ankles and knees. Within seconds I was imobilised, face down on the carpet, my ankles, knees and wrists crushed by the bonds. Panting for breath I was rolled onto my back, so that I could see Rachel, who now stood over me. She knealt, straddling my body with her legs.
'Rachel.' I gasped. 'What are you doing?'
'Hush.' She replied, leaning forward to place a long and hungry kiss on my lips.
I could feel her hips pressing against mine, her breasts against my chest, her hair draping my face. Her scent flooded my world and my penis throbbed with excitment at the feel of her.
She sat up again and looked down at me for a moment. Then she reached behind her and held out her hand to one of the men, who passed her a strip of tape. She leaned forward again, kissed me once more on the lips, then gagged me before I could say a word. She stood, leaving me to lie panting and dishevelled on the floor.
'I've known about this kink of yours for a while darling.' She said. 'And always told myself that I'd do whatever it took to make you happy.'
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