Andrew's Birthday Surprise

by Jacques Hughes

   

My name is Andrew. I used to be an actor, but now teach Drama in a provincial University College.

Recently I had noticed some of my students behaving a little strangely. A group of the female students who sat together would often whisper and giggle during in my lectures for no apparent reason. Some of them would also giggle when they saw me in the corridors.

In the second semester the students are required to do project work and write a dissertation. The four 'giggling girls', as I called them, chose Shakesperian Drama and were one of my tutorial groups. They all wore very short skirts and seemed to delight in showing off their fashion tights or stockings in my tutorials. Whilst I enjoyed looking at their legs from a distance, I found it very distracting when they sat up close to me in my office. They would also ask a lot of questions about costume in my tutorials and get me talking about the parts I had played when I was an actor. I took this to be part of the usual student ploy of getting a lecturer to talk about their favourite topics to avoid those parts of the curriculum that the students found more difficult!

Towards the end of the semester, the group of four 'giggling girls' revealed that they had found out that it was my birthday and invited me for a meal at their student house. It seemed like an innocent enough offer, and although I would never risk visiting a lone female student for reasons of professional ethics, I thought that would be OK to go as they were a successful study group whose hard work was worth encouraging. But I insisted in contributing to the evening by taking some bottles of wine.

I dressed casually for the meal and turned up at 7 pm with three bottles of wine. I was not sure what they were cooking or what sort of wine they liked, so I played safe and took a white, a red and a rose. Donna opened the door and welcomed me in. I was stunned to she was wearing a tight tee-shirt stretched over he large bosom, a short black skirt and on her legs were some black large-mesh fishnet tights worn over some glossy white ones. She invited me in and took my coat and invited me to sit down. Sharon took the bottles of wine from me, as I stared at her long legs that were encase in crimson opaque tights. Judy said that they had already had some wine open and as she bent over to pour me a glass he skirt lifted to reveal that she was wearing black opaque hold up stockings and red satin panties. I began to realise that I had made a big mistake!

Jean came out of the kitchen with Sharon carrying her glass of wine. She said that the meals was cooking well and would be ready in about twenty minutes. She sat down opposite me, crossing her legs slowly as I stared at her sheer black glossy tights and tried to look up her skirt. They are doing it deliberately I thought, but I could not stop myself from looking. I knew I shouldn't and as I got embarrassed, not knowing where to look, they girls giggled. I now realised that hey were all wearing the same tight white tee shirts and short black skirts. I hadn't realised before because I was looking at their legs.

"Well now would be a good time to give you your presents," Jean said.

"No, really you shouldn't, there's no need to have got me anything; cooking me a meal is being more than generous" I replied.

"Andrew, you have been a good tutor to us and because of your encouragement we know you are going to get give us good grades, so we thought we would replay your kindness by getting you something you really would enjoy," Jean explained.

"Me first! Open mine first please" Sharon requested, handing me a thin package, in pink wrapping paper and tied up with a pink ribbon.

I undid the bow and opened up the present. In side was a pack of women's crimson opaque tights, just like the ones she was wearing.

"I hope they are the right size," Sharon giggled.

"But, why have you bought me these?" I asked her.

"I thought they would remind of your days as an actor. After all there are lots of pictures of you wearing tights on your personal web page. You did seem to wear them quite often when you were acting. You've got very nice legs, for a man", she replied.

"And you do seem to pay more attention to us when we wear tights!" Judy added, as they all giggled.

"Yes, your interest in our tutorial group did change when we stopped wearing jeans and trousers to College!" Jean pointed out with a grin.

Before I could say anything else, Judy put her present into my hands. "Open mine next" she said, giving me little choice.

Inside this parcel was a pair of black lacy women's panties. I was stunned.

"Do you like them? They're just like the ones I am wearing. Did you see them when you were trying to look up my skirt!" Judy said.

"But why have you bought me these? These are women's things! It is very kind of you, but why do you think I would want them?" I asked, eventually.

"Oh, we think you do like them Andrew", Donna replied firmly, "or should I say Andrea?"

"What?" I blurted out, immediately.

"Well, I have been chatting to someone called Andrea at a kinky chat room on the Internet. And Andrea is the name used by closet Transvestite who likes wearing women's tights and panties. By coincidence lives in this very city and also by co-incidence is a lecturer in Shakesperian Drama. Does any of this ring any bells with you? Have you ever heard of anyone called "Kinky Dee" who likes wearing fishnet tights without any panties, and then masturbating in them, pushing her fingers into herself through the mesh or even her bug purple vibrator? Well Andrea got quite friendly with Kinky Dee and quite excited too! Andrea even e-mailed some pictures to Dee of his tights, and they seemed to be splashed with mayonnaise! Isn't that right girls?" They all giggled. "Does any of this seem familiar to you Andrew? Or would you like to look at the pictures? Cos I've printed them out just in case. Go on, do yourself a favour, open your other presents and get changed into your new outfit. Enjoy yourself. You know you want to. It's just like one of your fantasies come true; just like the one you told Dee about in the chat room!"

"You see, we have chosen presents that you really will enjoy" said Jean. "We are right aren't we? Or would you like us to tell you some more about Andrea's kinky habits. You know, you are right to keep it secret, what would the other College staff think if they found out? But your secret is safe with us. Go on - open the other presents."

I guessed what was in the next two presents, and was right - a white tee shirt and a black skirt.

"Go on, put them one," said Donna.

"If you like you can get changed in my room" suggested Judy, showing me the way. "I'm sure you don't need any help, as you've done this before", she whispered, adding "I've left some tissues and pantyliners on the bed, just in case you get too excited".

Well, there was not much else I could do. I thought about denying it all and accusing them of setting me up, but another part of me was very excited. They were right: it was one of my fantasies. One that I never thought would come true. All I could do was to trust them, not to blackmail me further. The potential was there and they had plenty of evidence.

I went into Judy's room. Stripped off my own clothes and got dressed up as Andrea. They had chosen the right sizes and as I looked at myself in the mirror I admired their taste. Judy was right though, I was "excited" and so I put a pantyliner inside the black lacey panties to soak up the stickiness.

"Come on Andrea, the meal is being served", one of the girls shouted....

We had a pleasant meal, and afterwards we sat around finishing the bottles of wine and chatting. They asked me all about my cross-dressing, and how it started, and where I bought my clothes. I felt strangely relaxed with them. Not threatened, not abused, not pitied and not treated as some sort of perverted freak. The whole experience was not quite the same as my fantasy: we did not end up having kinky sex. But it was sexy, in a very personal way.

So I answered their questions. Told them that I shopped out of town usually, where I would not be recognised or occasionally on the Internet. Told them how I used to secretly dress up in my sister's clothes when young and that I probably chose acting as a career for the costumes.

The evening ended un-eventfully, I left at about eleven, in the clothes I arrived clutching a carrier bag containing the present s the "giggling girls" had given me. Though now I knew why they had been giggling and now after the evening they were giggling with me not at me.

  

  

  

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