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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

**Last night while drifting in a state between sleeping and waking the most curious dream-fantasy unfolded in my mind. So thought I would share it with you.

It involves crossdressing, strap-ons, thunderstorms and bisexual acts so look away if any of those offend!**

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Carry on

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

P1:

It was a close muggy evening and I was home alone pottering about the house. Clad in shorts, no need for a t-shirt, I was moving slowly. Although that didn't stop me from breaking into a sweat with even the slightest activity.

Then my phone began ringing. Answering it I heard the dulcet tones of my lover, Em. Only there was a firmness to her voice. A domineering edge that immediately caused the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

"It has been a hot, sticky day Jay, and it is going to be an even hotter, stickier evening. Do you still have the box that I gave you unopened as instructed? Yes? Good. Once this call is over I want you to open the box, follow the instructions contained therein and then you are to come to my building for 10pm".

Before I could ask a question or respond in agreement Em hung up the phone. Biting my lip I climbed the stairs and pulled out from the bottom of my wardrobe a box. Placing the box I on the bed I opened it.

At the top of the box was an envelope addressed to 'Jay'. Beneath it were two other boxes. Placing both on the bed and disposing of the larger box I sat down with a mixture of excitement and apprehension to read this letter.

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

P2:

Opening the letter I began to read -

"My dearest Jay, I don't know exactly when you will read this but I hope that it isn't a moment before I gave you permission to do so.

In this box you'll find a number of items, some of which we have discussed incorporating into out play, others that we have not. I have pulled together the many fantasies we have discussed and that you have shared with me and devised an absolutely delicious evening for us that I hope you will enjoy.

Please ensure that you open each of the items in the order specified and complete any actions required of you completely before moving on.

I look forward to seeing you later.

Em"

With that I opened the first box, the smaller of the two. Inside was a wrapped object with the number '1' on it. Tearing open the wrapper I found a bottle of 'Veet' and a single line instruction "Remove everything below the eyebrows please"...

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

P3:

After 40 minutes in the shower I learned a number of things:

1) Hair removal cream stinks of burnt hair. Not a sexy smell.

2) That you have to be VERY careful when applying near sensitive skin/genitals

3) And that it is a messy and time consuming process - at least when doing it for the first time.

After having exfoliated and washed my hair I gently towelled off my now rather sensitive skin I returned to the box and opening item number two I found (obvious due to its shape) a douche with the instructions "You know what to do with this". Indeed I do!

Douching complete I opened item number three, a tub of 'rose-scented' moisturiser. Wrinkling my nose a little at the smell instructions on the lid bade me ensure that I used plenty.

After coating and massaging every inch of my smooth, slender body in moisturiser I stood there in the centre of the room air drying. As heat came off my body my nipples became effect and my cock began to harden. Catching sight of myself in the mirror I was surprised - not unpleasantly so - by what I saw.

I was hairless. I felt naked in a way I never had before and my mind raced at the thought of what was being planned for me.

Number 4 was an oblong package, that was soft and pliable. Carefully opening one side I shook the contents onto the bed. There were red lacey panties, red hold-ups and red stockings. There were no instructions, just the missive "I was certain about some of the sizes, so I erred on the side of too small/tight".

Slipping the stockings on over my calves I was a little tlaken aback at how they hugged my skin, how much more I could feel them on me. Securing them with the suspender belt which fitted tightly around my waist I then slide the panties on. While not uncomfortably tight they certainly pulled my cock close to my body firmly.

Looking at myself in the mirror I was stunned by the change. By how the lacey material looked almost sprayed on over my cock and arse. How the suspender belt was pulled taut by the stockings and how the soc suspender clips hugged my buttocks snd thighs as I moved about the room.

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over a year ago

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By *ean and lyndaCouple
over a year ago

Manchester

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By *ilkey69Man
over a year ago

Barnsley

Please carry on

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By *uckinsMan
over a year ago

edinburgh

more please

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

P4:

Second run of self-adoration completed I open the final package in the first box. It is a shot glass with a speed pourer inside and a piece of paper with the word 'Relax' on.

Opening the 2nd box to find the relevant bottle, item six wasn't bottle shaped and there wasn't anything else that would go with it. However, the only time we ever use a speed pourer is when we drink - or rather drizzle - frozen rum.

Going downstairs I opened the fridge drawers until I found what a full bottle of Havana Club Añejo Especial with a note wrapped around it saying 'Don't relax too much!'.

Fitting the speed pourer I poured a shot out and knocked it back. The chill making me gasp as it ran down my throat. Pouring another glass I looked up at the kitchen window. The kitchen window on which the blinds were open. The kitchen window through which I could see my neighbour looking through at me. Naked except for the stockings, suspenders and panties...

Damage done I raised my glass to them, winked and knocked it back before with a wave I disappeared into the landing and raced back upstairs.

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

P6:

Settling back on the bed, my pulse racing from my neighbour's sighting of me I take a deep breath and turn to item number 6.

Even without unwrapping or touching I knew exactly what this - or these - were. The distinctively shaped and perfectly wrapped shape was a clear give away. One of the most attractive things about Em was her unerring attention to detail. The care she put into anything she did. A quality that made her a wonderful lover and - when the mood took her - a thrillingly dominant one.

Unwrapping number 6 I was met by a bright, vibrantly coloured and HIGH pair of heels. The heel must have been five inches and a stiletto. The black and gold pvc straps meeting in an unconventional clasp. Through the clasp on each shoe was a padlock - unlocked - by which the shoe could be locked onto one's foot.

Apprehensive about securing the heel on I instead slipped them on before walking, or rather tottering, to the full length mirror where I noticed that my legs now looked longer and my buttocks appeared even more pert than usual. Admiring the changed appearance I looked from the waist down and was struck by how feminine my figure appeared - not withstanding the now permanent bulge in my panties!

Picking up my phone I took a picture and sent it through to Em asking whether she liked the look of me. Within seconds she repied "Stop fucking around and hurry up. You now have until half 9 to get your arse here".

Smiling and biting my lower lip I sat back on the bed. My phone buzzed again - "one shot penalty' was the instruction. So I knocked back another shot and sat back on the bed (the heels were already beginning to pinch) and picked up item number 7...

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over a year ago

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By *uke45Man
over a year ago

Derry

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Do continue...

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

**The difficultly with writing and releasing in chapters it is tough to maintain consistency and track of where one is. I would like to assure my readership that 'P5' is not missing, I just lost track...**

P7:

Item 7 was soft and pliable. What could it be I wondered? Surely not another item of lingerie? I was right. Tearing the package open I found a piece of material so light and diaphanous it was almost not quite there...

Holding up an item of clothing that looking like a dress, but which was VERY see-through, I slid it over my body. It was a club-wear style dress. While it left little to the imagination it did rather hint at what else there might be underneath the material.

Picking up Item 8 I sit down and open an envelope. There didn't seem to be anything inside so shaking the envelope onto the bed out fell a business card. Turning it over I see that it is a card for 'Epsilon Taxis' (a well-known firm in Merseyside...) with the instruction that I should ring and 'Ask for Kev'.

Well, it is clear now how Em wants me to travel to her apartment. But the thought is terrifying - and alluring. She knows that I am, at heart, an extrovert and exhibitionist, and while I have fantasised about being appreciated and enjoyed in lingerie by others, the thought that this should ever occur outside of the bedroom is a shocking one!

As the time was now 9pm - and given the demand that I arrive for 9:30 I call the cab company. Speaking to the operator I request a car and ask for Kev. I am told that there are no delays and that the car should be with me within five minutes.

'Shit' I think. In my flustered state I don't even have the wit to make-up some sort of lie. To ask the operator to tell the driver that I am en route to a fancy-dress party. 'Oh god, what am I going to do...'.

In the brief minute or so that I collect my thoughts my phone buzzes. The standard message from this firm to wait outside for the driver.

There are still three items left in the box. Bundling the three up - along with the padlocks that came with the heels I run downstairs - or rather, I move as quickly as you can when in five inch stilettoes and I throw open the front door. Fortunately, none of my more proximal neighbours are outside and the taxi has just pulled up outside the house, so I can minimise time standing around on the street.

The taxi driver has the window down and hanging over the door is a strong, muscular forearm and ruff, solid hand. Looking at me he gives a low-whistle. I am unsure as to whether that is appreciation, approval or a moment where he thinks 'what the fuck...?!'. In any case I ask, 'Are you Kev?' and he nods so I continue. Stepping into the Black Cab (unusual for a private hire) and sitting on the back seat. Strapping myself in and spilling the three unwrapped items on the backseat before telling Kev where I need to go and speeding off into the night...

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