The day was going just as any other day. A long day at work followed by the short drive home from the office. Jeff walked in the door at the usual time and took the usual shower. A hot 15-minute shower spent washing off the feeling of a full day's work. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped up with a towel. A sense of excitement came over him. He had been waiting for this all day long. A new black dress had arrived in the mail yesterday along with a pair of black platform sandals. It was the perfect little summer outfit for a night on the town. Unfortunately, this outfit would never see a night on the town.
In recent years Jeff had become more comfortable with dressing up. He had come a long way from the humble beginnings. As a young boy he didn't understand the desires he had felt. The desire within always scared him. Growing up in a home with two rough brothers and a sports loving father. He did not want to be different from them so he took interests in all of the things that they did. However, there was always something that drew him towards his mother's closet.
Many days when he was home alone, he pulled out her shoes and would slide his feet in. He enjoyed walking past the mirror looking at his legs in the shoes. One day at the age of 16, he got up the nerves to look into her underwear drawer. It was something that he knew he should not be doing but he could not help himself.
Pulling out a pair of thigh stockings like the ones he had only seen on TV, he immediately pulled them on. He was taken over by the feeling of them against his skin. It was a feeling that he would never forget. And whenever he had the chance, he would sneak into the drawer and pull out the stockings, carefully pulling them on to avoid any runs. This gradually escalated to pairs of underwear that he would sneak during the day to sleep in at night. He always thought he would be caught but never was found out. Then again maybe it was discovered and his mother didn't have it in her to confront him about it.
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