| Straight: Shemale: Sally Takes a Risk (1/4) |
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Sally’s confusion continues. Following the last encounter Sally was in turmoil. Sue suggested that maybe it would be worthwhile contacting a site through google that would allow me to ask questions of others in this predicament and maybe find people who had been in similar situations. I looked up cross dressing in google and had hundreds of hits. I contacted some sites that specialised in T/V, cross dressing and T/S questions. I was particularly hoping for people to contact me who had long time partners and were caught cross dressed unexpectedly. I had loads of responses but one in particular was of particular interest, just not in the way I expected. A man e mailed saying although he had never had the experience I described he had always wanted to get into conversation with a straight man who dresses as a woman. He believed that ones sexuality could adjust according to the mind set of the person at the actual moment of encounter and that sexual preference could alter depending on the company, the surrounding atmosphere and their own state of mind. This unusual mail prompted me to contact him and ask him to expand on why he believed such a theory. His logic was simple: different times, different places and different people created different responses. He suggested that one way to discover if his theory was too far fetched was for me to get dressed in my sexiest outfit when Sue was out and e mail him. This would allow him to put some ideas and thoughts to me. I agreed to give it a go, just for a trial obviously. Two days later, on Monday morning, I put on my loveliest white lace bra. I love this bra because although it doesn’t do anything to give me big boobs it does shape what is naturally mine. I get a recognisable cleavage and my nipples show through the material and when I get excited they become quite prominent. I topped this with a silky peach button through blouse. The outline of the bra could just be made out through the material. I slid my tight fitting white satin knickers over my manhood and the squeeze of the material effectively gave me a flat silhouette. A lovely velvety flared skirt of pure black was next. It reached to just above my knees and the effect was super. My favourite bit was when I spun around. The rub of the velvet against my knickers was sumptuous and as the skirt flared up there was a most sexy glimpse of my panties. I put on my strappy black shoes which were difficult to walk in but they made me stand up very straight and caused by bum to give a most appealing wiggle when I walked. I sat at the P.C. and tentatively sent the e mail. ‘Hi’ came his reply. ‘Describe to me what you are wearing’. I did, in glorious detail. ‘How does it make you feel?’ ‘Very sexy’ ‘But what exactly is it that makes you feel so good?’ he asked. ‘Why does this feeling get so strong?’ ‘Probably because it is not normally accepted practice.’ ‘So is it the excitement of the difference that gets you going, entering a world of make believe with a stranger pretending to be something you aren’t normally?’ I thought for a few seconds and realised that he had pretty well hit the nail on the head. ‘Yes. I suppose it is.’ ‘So while you are sitting there reading my mail you are comfortable in the knowledge that I know you are not a ‘normal’ woman but a man feeling very sexy as |
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so very hot Sally...
