I hadn’t planned on coming home for the summer, but finances made it a necessity. After three years I returned back to the tiny town I’d left, and I finally met the mysterious man next door.
Rumor spread fast in this city, gossip running between everyone who had nothing better to do. So much of it was about him, about the handsome and strong older man who stayed in his house and didn’t socialize.
I met him on the first day and I knew him precisely. He was a man of the city, cultured and intelligent. Why he was here was a mystery to me, but the pull of his personality was so strong.
When he invited me over to his house I eagerly agreed. When he asked me to go upstairs I did it because I wanted to know more. What he asked for next, I don’t know if I can do.
Can I be what he wants me to be? Can I be delicate and sweet and demure? Even though I’m a man can I play dress up for him? Can I get on my knees and fill his every need?
The man next door wants me to be his woman. I need to please him.
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“Dress for me Danny,” he said, “Please.”
I smiled, knowing that I was doing the right thing as I stood and began to slip out of my old clothes.
I always dressed in oversized outfits, ashamed perhaps a bit of my slim frame and curves. It didn’t take me long to strip out of these and let him see the true me beneath it.
The me that was slim and petite. The me with my body shaved smooth. The me that was soft and light and delicate.
I took on the panties first, slipping them up over my slender thighs and pulling them over my hips. I turned away from him as I did this, letting him focus on my ass as I tucked my now hardening cock away and hidden from sight. Still there was a bulge in them, and figuring that I shouldn’t hide anything from him I turned to let this handsome older man see everything that he was going to have.
His eyes fell immediately on my package, bulging obscenely in the slim black panties. I watched him bite his lip and swallow, saw the bulge hardening in his pants that was so much bigger and stronger than my own and watched as his hand moved all on its own accord to grip and squeeze that bulge at the sight of me.
My blush doubled down on itself, and it took so much strength not to peel away his pants and get access to it right here and now.
Instead I turned my attention to the dress, pulling it down and slipping it up and over myself. I pushed my arms through the holes for them, pulling it tight around my torso as it held me securely. The bottom half blossomed out, blooming out and hiding my panties but leaving my legs on full display.
Reaching around behind me I tried to grasp the zipper and tug it up but he was there in an instant. He drew it up securely, enclosing me in the dress and as I looked down I saw just how undeniably feminine I looked. The bodice hugged my torso, grasping at my body and giving me a decent amount of cleavage. The rest of it kept me contained, drawing in around my waist and flaring out below to accentuate my already feminine hips.
Roger grasped my body around my waist and turned me and I saw myself reflected in the mirror. Even without makeup or anything else I was still unmistakably a woman, my secret contained beneath the billow of the skirt.
“So beautiful,” he cooed into my ear, his hands slipping up and down my sides, “Such a beautiful young thing.”