Dragster
06-12-2007, 06:45 PM
My birthday came on June 3rd this year, two days early. My non-supportive wife had to spend this night 50 miles away with her mother, due to an early doctor’s appointment the day after, and, as I had an early appointment that day too (with a golf course!), I stayed at home. While the “cat” was away, what did the “mouse” plan to do??? Silly question; grab some femme time of course.
I donned my 36C bra, suspenders and best sheer black stockings, wearing gloves and after filing smooth my toenails and hard skin on my feet; don’t want to snag them, do I? Then strapped on my 5” stiletto heeled sandals, before wrapping my black satin corset around my body and tightening the laces, using the door handle trick. I had to put the shoes on first because I can’t bend down far enough with the corset tightened! Then downstairs to tie 450g of rice into each of two plastic bags for breastforms. My tape measure showed my figure had changed from 39-35-40 to 43-30-40, much better!!!
My wife had three new dresses at home that night, to decide which one to wear to a forthcoming wedding, but since she’s a size 12, I thought there was no chance of me getting into them. I was wrong. They were very tight, but I got into them, and a few others I had fancied wearing for some time. I spent many minutes changing from one to the other and taking lots of digital photos (No wig or make-up yet, so no head shots)
By then, it was after midnight, when our neighbours have normally long since gone to bed, so I thought I’d be daring and walk around outside the house in the flirtiest dress (picture attached). There’s nothing like a quick blast of adrenaline, is there? So I walked out of the side door and around onto our patio, revelling in the sound of my heels on the concrete, until I heard my neighbour shout! His outside floodlight was also on, and that partially illuminates our patio too, so I was sure he could see me through the thin beech hedge. I stopped dead, with a heart going 100mph! I got more adrenaline than I bargained for! He shouted a second time, and then I realised he was calling his dog. What a relief, he hadn’t seen me…..yet! But if he looked carefully in my direction, he’d have seen the bright red and white dress, and if he’d heard the heels, he’d have shouted a greeting anyway. Have you ever tried walking quickly on concrete with stilettos, trying to be silent. It’s not easy. Anyway, I made it to the back door, and safety!!! Well, I couldn’t get out there again for a little while, so I changed out of the dress, put on my really tight knee length skirt (I love the restriction), and sat down to surf the net for titillating material for a while. After an hour, I got brave again, put on my long black satin gloves, ventured outside, and tried to walk in the tight skirt….Talk about mincing steps, and I really noticed the weight and movement of the rice-forms! Then I sat down on one of our patio chairs to watch the clouds scudding past the moon and stars. It’s really beautiful at that time of night/morning. I don’t know why, but I had the urge to take the skirt off and just enjoy seeing the suspenders and stocking tops in the dim light. It really did feel decadent just sitting there, in the open air in my sexy undies! I wasn’t even cold, I guess the excitement kept me warm! It’s also a rather erotic feeling to stroke a nylon clad leg with a satin gloved hand, and continue up to the patch of bare skin between stocking and knickers. That’s when I felt the need for “relief”, if you know what I mean.
Any, all good things come to an end, and it was time to go to bed, except I hadn’t yet ironed the bedclothes my wife had washed before she left, so I did that, still in my lingerie. Funny, ironing doesn’t seem so much of a chore when you’re dressed!
By this time, I’d spent over 5 hours on my feet, and they were beginning to hurt so much, I needed a sit down for 5 minutes before I finished off, made up the bed, and climbed in without taking anything off, including the shoes. Since it was almost 3am, I dropped off pretty quickly. Why I woke early, I don’t know, I should have been really tired, but realising I was still dressed got me excited again, so I didn’t waste the opportunity before taking everything off, tidying up, putting it all carefully away before my wife came back, and getting off to the golf course.
The day after, my calf muscles did feel incredibly stiff, and the stiffness lasted another 4 days! I’ve never had that, even after running a 10k event! I also noticed a funny “let down” feeling when I took the shoes off. I’d had them on my feet for over 10 hours, and walking/standing for half of that.
I guess it needs nothing like the courage of going out in public dressed as a woman, but since I’m unlikely to be able to do that until (and if) my wife changes her mind, this is as near as I can get, and I did find so incredibly exciting, I had to share it with you.
I hope you found it as exciting to read, as I did to do it. Now what can I do as an encore?
All the best,
Tony
PS I'm sorry I won't be able to answer anyone who responds to this for 2 weeks, as I'll be on holiday. I'll look forward to reading your thoughts when I return.
I donned my 36C bra, suspenders and best sheer black stockings, wearing gloves and after filing smooth my toenails and hard skin on my feet; don’t want to snag them, do I? Then strapped on my 5” stiletto heeled sandals, before wrapping my black satin corset around my body and tightening the laces, using the door handle trick. I had to put the shoes on first because I can’t bend down far enough with the corset tightened! Then downstairs to tie 450g of rice into each of two plastic bags for breastforms. My tape measure showed my figure had changed from 39-35-40 to 43-30-40, much better!!!
My wife had three new dresses at home that night, to decide which one to wear to a forthcoming wedding, but since she’s a size 12, I thought there was no chance of me getting into them. I was wrong. They were very tight, but I got into them, and a few others I had fancied wearing for some time. I spent many minutes changing from one to the other and taking lots of digital photos (No wig or make-up yet, so no head shots)
By then, it was after midnight, when our neighbours have normally long since gone to bed, so I thought I’d be daring and walk around outside the house in the flirtiest dress (picture attached). There’s nothing like a quick blast of adrenaline, is there? So I walked out of the side door and around onto our patio, revelling in the sound of my heels on the concrete, until I heard my neighbour shout! His outside floodlight was also on, and that partially illuminates our patio too, so I was sure he could see me through the thin beech hedge. I stopped dead, with a heart going 100mph! I got more adrenaline than I bargained for! He shouted a second time, and then I realised he was calling his dog. What a relief, he hadn’t seen me…..yet! But if he looked carefully in my direction, he’d have seen the bright red and white dress, and if he’d heard the heels, he’d have shouted a greeting anyway. Have you ever tried walking quickly on concrete with stilettos, trying to be silent. It’s not easy. Anyway, I made it to the back door, and safety!!! Well, I couldn’t get out there again for a little while, so I changed out of the dress, put on my really tight knee length skirt (I love the restriction), and sat down to surf the net for titillating material for a while. After an hour, I got brave again, put on my long black satin gloves, ventured outside, and tried to walk in the tight skirt….Talk about mincing steps, and I really noticed the weight and movement of the rice-forms! Then I sat down on one of our patio chairs to watch the clouds scudding past the moon and stars. It’s really beautiful at that time of night/morning. I don’t know why, but I had the urge to take the skirt off and just enjoy seeing the suspenders and stocking tops in the dim light. It really did feel decadent just sitting there, in the open air in my sexy undies! I wasn’t even cold, I guess the excitement kept me warm! It’s also a rather erotic feeling to stroke a nylon clad leg with a satin gloved hand, and continue up to the patch of bare skin between stocking and knickers. That’s when I felt the need for “relief”, if you know what I mean.
Any, all good things come to an end, and it was time to go to bed, except I hadn’t yet ironed the bedclothes my wife had washed before she left, so I did that, still in my lingerie. Funny, ironing doesn’t seem so much of a chore when you’re dressed!
By this time, I’d spent over 5 hours on my feet, and they were beginning to hurt so much, I needed a sit down for 5 minutes before I finished off, made up the bed, and climbed in without taking anything off, including the shoes. Since it was almost 3am, I dropped off pretty quickly. Why I woke early, I don’t know, I should have been really tired, but realising I was still dressed got me excited again, so I didn’t waste the opportunity before taking everything off, tidying up, putting it all carefully away before my wife came back, and getting off to the golf course.
The day after, my calf muscles did feel incredibly stiff, and the stiffness lasted another 4 days! I’ve never had that, even after running a 10k event! I also noticed a funny “let down” feeling when I took the shoes off. I’d had them on my feet for over 10 hours, and walking/standing for half of that.
I guess it needs nothing like the courage of going out in public dressed as a woman, but since I’m unlikely to be able to do that until (and if) my wife changes her mind, this is as near as I can get, and I did find so incredibly exciting, I had to share it with you.
I hope you found it as exciting to read, as I did to do it. Now what can I do as an encore?
All the best,
Tony
PS I'm sorry I won't be able to answer anyone who responds to this for 2 weeks, as I'll be on holiday. I'll look forward to reading your thoughts when I return.