A Secret Fetish Chapter 1

"What's your secret?"

"Crossdressing."

Now I knew what troubled him. He was good at it: I had no idea that he wore panties and maybe even a bra under his outer clothes.

My heart started to pound. I'd never met a male crossdresser before in person, but here was one sitting in my office.

He has his secret fetish, and I have mine.

I'm a lesbian, which nobody at work knows. It turns me on to meet a woman who packs a strap-on under her clothes. I dream of meeting a woman like that, who will fuck me with her strap-on.

A guy who dresses like a woman is very much like what I dream of meeting - a woman with a big dick! I didn't tell him that, but he was getting me very hot "Can you tell me more?" I asked. "This is in the strictest confidence. Feel free to tell me anything."

He relaxed and then simply said, "I'm wearing panties now."

I had no fucking idea what to say, so I asked a stupid question, "What kind of panties are you wearing?"

"Black lace."

Now I squirmed in *my* seat, because the image of a guy sitting there across from me, wearing black lace panties, turned me on.

Then I asked another question.

"Are you wearing a bra?"

"Not today, but I often wear a bra to go with my panties."

This was crazy, I figured, calmly discussing his underwear with Steve. But I was so aroused that I had to ask him something else.

"Do you want to talk to me about this some more? I have free time tonight at my place close to campus."

"Gee, thanks, I would like to tell you how much I've been embarrassed since I was a little kid by the urge to wear panties. That's nice of you."

I wrote my address on a piece of paper and handed it to him, saying "Be there at eight o'clock. I'll have some pizza delivered at that time. OK with you?"

He said it was OK and left my office.

What the hell had I done?

It was against school policy to fraternize with students. Moreover, I didn't know what would happen with a guy with his problem.