A Crack in the Closet Door

by Conni Baby

  

Peering through the crack in the closet door I could see him standing naked, flexing his muscles in front of the mirror. He was on leave from the navy, solid and in great shape. His buttocks tensed as he flexed his arms and then he turned and went into the shower.

I was in a terrible quandary. The neighbours had been away on holidays for two weeks and most days I had stolen into their house and whiled away the hours dressing up in Mrs Humphries and her daughter Stephanie's clothes; a transvestite delight for a 17 year old discovering his feminine side.

Every day my yearning grew stronger that some young buck would use me as his sexual plaything. It seemed out of reach. Now I could see a beautiful young stud a few feet away who I am sure would beat me up and report me to the police if he found me. At the same time my body throbbed with desire for his smooth strong body.

I had to hide in that closet for what seemed hours before he went out and I could escape. Crouched down silently in high heels, stockings, cocktail dress and full makeup I prayed he didn't look inside the closet. Back at home I was still in the closet and I was not ready to come out, but at night I would lie in my bed dreaming about a strong young navy boy removing my nightie.

A few days later, Mrs James a widow who lived in the house on the other side asked me if I could get something from on top of a cupboard for her.

I climbed over the fence and went in her back door. She asked me to take a seat and said, "I don't want to embarrass you but I've been feeding the Humphries cat and I saw you more than once in their house all dressed up."

The floor could have swallowed me up, I went bright red and got up to leave.

"Sorry I didn't mean to shock you like this, but don't worry I'm not going to tell anyone. In fact I think I can help you," she said.

I sat down but looked at the floor.

"Darling, firstly you should know that you are not alone. In fact my dear departed husband crossed dressed for years."

I looked up at her.

"What I want to say is that if you would like to come over here and dress up you are welcome and I'd enjoy helping you. I have lots of clothes and lots of experience with makeup and fashion."

My mouth hung open with surprise and that girlie feeling pulsed through my veins. Mrs James beckoned with her index finger and led me into a bedroom where an array of lingerie was laid out on the bed, racks of clothes and shoes along one wall, a makeup table on another wall and there was a large mirror for admiring myself.

"Now we have to start at the beginning. Take all your clothes off and we'll build up a foundation for you."

Luckily at 17 I had a slim tummy and was blessed with a hairless body and a bubble butt. I slid off my male clothes and only felt a little embarrassed when I took off my jeans to reveal a pair of silky black knickers.

Mrs James tittered and said, "Off with them as well."

I stood there trembling with excitement, unable to hide my sexual arousal. She walked around me a few times and then picked up a black waist cincher and put it around me, pulled it tight and buttoned it up. Next came the stockings, the shoes, the bra, the make-up, the wig. She taught how to be quite a convincing girl and over the coming months, I spent all my free time at her place learning to dress and walk and pout and pose and be feminine.

It was always arousing for me and I think for her as well, but although I could feel her arousal not once did she touch me in that way. It was like a dance, highly charged with desire with an unspoken understanding between us.

When she left me alone I would roleplay flirting with men and dream about taking them home and making passionate love. My aims were totally dishonourable. I wanted a strong man; I wanted his chest, and his mouth and thighs and buttocks, and I wanted his cock most of all to make me a real girl.

A month after I turned 18, I left home for Sydney. I was an only child. My father had died a few years before and my mother, who was forty when she had me, was sad to see me go but realised it was time.

I left the family home with two suitcases crammed with lingerie, frocks, shoes, stockings, makeup and hopes and dreams.

I soon found the tranny bars and hangouts in the city and occasionally gave head for a few bucks in cars. A few times I picked guys up and took them home but they were kind of boring. I let them maul me and gave them head but saved myself for that special guy in my dreams.

I was still a virgin two years later when a couple of US sailors walked into the bar I was frequenting. They joked around with us pretending it was all a joke and they weren't interested just sightseeing, but one of them had sensitive dark eyes and a solid build and had the hormones coursing in my veins. Two hours later dark eyes came back on alone, and I knew it was my night.

He bought me a drink and we sat in a booth where he put his arm around me and put his knee against mine. The other girls tittered and made comments but I swooned and leant against his manly chest.

On the way to my place, I walked slowly in my mini skirt and heels, and he placed his big heavy hand on my butt showing his ownership of me. I was all his. At home I sat on his lap and we kissed and I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him all down his chest and stomach and then he surprised me.

He asked me to put on stilletos, pantyhose and pearls and stand against the wall. He removed his clothes to reveal a perfect body and an even more perfect eight inch cock, with cock ring. Still waters run deep I sighed getting ready for the ride of my life. He tied my hands behind my back, and then ripped the pantyhose open to reveal my butt, all the while kissing my back and neck passionately.

He commanded me to stick out my butt and he spanked me several times leaving heavy red handprints and then he licked my t-pussy passionately until; I was primed and then he fucked me. The first thrust made me cry out in joy; there was pain but I hardly noticed. The more he fucked me the more I felt deep inside like a real girl.

He stayed for a few days, and we barely came up for air and then he was gone, but I finally got what I had yearned for that day peering out of the crack in the closet door.

  

  

  

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