So, this is new.

Okay, so I often succumb to strange urges.  I've walked around the neighbourhood at night dressed as a sissy slut.  I've danced in my back yard, stoned into a feminized fog, dressed in lingerie.  I've flashed neighbours.

We brought in a technician to relocate the thermostat.  Nice young guy.

I wore high heels while I waited for him to arrive.  Stockings, panties and garters under my jeans.  Bra with a sweater over top.  High heels with jeans.  Feels very sexy.  As usual, I had some difficulty taking off my sissy slut clothes once it began to converge with my Real Life.  The prospect aroused me, as I watched the clock and waited for the door bell to ring.

There is a glass window beside the door.  I put a pair of slippers under the window...and waited.  DING DONG.

I sissy swayed my way to the door, took off the heels, kicked them behind the door and opened it.  Nothing unusual to see.  He came in and got to work.  Some drilling downstairs.  Some measuring upstairs.  Coming and going from the truck.  Every time he stepped out of sight I kicked off my slippers and stepped into my black pumps.  There was a wee zing of arousal from clomping around upstairs in heels while he could hear me from below.  On a few occassions, he appeared unexpectedly and I was still in the prcess of kicking off the pumps when he walked up; very cool and nonchalant.

As the work progressed downstairs, I found a smouldering arousal building at the audacity of my behaviour.  It's a bit like being on autopilot.  Very hot!  Soon I was wearing my red strappy heels, sitting on the couch.  Very risky, considering that I can't kick them off so quickly.  In fact, right now he is standing right behind my monitor, removing the old thermostat.  I'm still on the couch, sitting cross legged, ostensibly writing an e-mail.  

I want to get up, parade past him in my heels, slowly take off my jeans, revealing sexy lingerie.  I want to act like a total sissy faggot.  I want to put on lipstick.  I want to get swishy mindlessly stoned.  Maybe he'd appreciate the eroticism of it.  Maybe he'd have fun teasing me.  Maybe it'd be more, "let me show you what I do to sissy faggots!"  Dunno.  

A new feeling indeed.  I like it.

/H 

P.S.  They are fully fashioned backseam stockings, so I'm evidently not keeping the secret as well as I imagined.  Oops!