Blame Abba

And finally, when my nails were dry, I reached for the jewellery. Though most of Mum's earrings were for pierced ears she did have some old but rather gaudy clip-on earrings. I pressed them into place and gave my hair a good brush-through. It wasn't long but it was longish, down over my ears. As I pulled it across to the other side it fell and - remarkably - stayed, in a somewhat feminine style, holding itself out from my head and looking good, I thought. The thrill continued - I stood up and turned.

And this time I gasped! The difference! The person staring at me from the mirror was -- Donna! She had full lips that begged to be kissed, deep eyelids and long curly lashes which in some way brought out an innocence in her eyes, and her soft fluffy hair cried out to have fingers run through it. But it was to my eyes definitely a woman I was looking at. She looked soft, innocent, a woman to be cared for, caressed. I thought about the women on the TV play. She was an attractive woman - maybe even a woman to have sex with! Yet she was all me.

I felt great, I felt excited, I looked - female. Maybe even did look attractive. But in that dress, those shoes, with the makeup - definitely 'foxy'. I felt a stirring between my legs. I reached down and lifted my skirt to show my stocking tops and panties, and the stirring grew. I slid my fingers up, watched the red nails slide over the smooth black silk and - executed the quickest and easiest masturbation I had ever done. As I wanked, my prick protruding above my silky panties, the cum came spurting out in torrents. I shook, I shivered, I grunted in a most un-feminine way. And then I relaxed. The semen was all over the dressing table and my right hand. But I still felt fantastic.

It took me a few minutes to walk into the bathroom - I was surprised how well I managed in the shoes, and how good it felt - to collect some paper. I mopped up the semen, cleaned the surfaces and flushed the paper away. I still felt excited, not wanting to stop my adventure yet. I went downstairs and into the kitchen, intending to do a coffee. But instead I went in the lounge and opened up the drinks cabinet.