Beginnings

The Intimate Liaison
You would think being at home all day while the wife works would give me all the time in the world to indulge myself as Michaella but not so. Being a closet crossdresser with a family and home to look after is OK but a great number of friends and family call in knowing I’m at home and always good for a cup of coffee and a chat. Take this morning for instance my friend Steve phoned and warned me that he may be calling in on his way home from the town, but he did ask if I was busy. It is always good to see him, we go back a long way and even if I were busy I would always find time for him. So I had at least one visitor to look forward to today, I had better get busy, there are a lot of chores to get through as well as a little self indulgence. I know; I’ll change into my girlie things and get busy cleaning the place up, but I’ll slip on a nylon housecoat over the top while I clean. First though I must get changed. I cannot put on the shoulder length wig or apply make up, as I may have to get changed quickly back into my male clothes. A shame, but part of the price of being in the closet so to speak. I had mixed emotions about what to wear, I was feeling very feminine but tarty as well and this reflected my choice of clothes. Not having a lot to choose from anyway I opted for a corsellette that was way to small for me but it had the advantage of holding in and flattening my stomach while at the same time giving me some boobs! After tucking my maleness under myself I struggled with the hook and eye fastening at the crotch and was pleased by the end result of nothing visible but a flattened area where seconds ago a respectable sized male sex had been. Looking in the mirror my body had changed shape too and I liked what I saw. Choosing black seamed nylon stockings these were carefully attached to the three suspenders at the top of each leg, a backward glance in the mirror proved that once again the seams ran straight up enviably long legs. Continuing to get dressed and continuing to get turned on I reach out for a micro kilt next and that slips on nicely followed by a dark green roll neck jumper, finally putting on a pair of 4” black court shoes onto feet too large to be female.