Caught by the Past

There's some make-up on a shelf so with out hesitation you hastily apply lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow. Then you spot the wig. It's gorgeous. You can’t resist stretching it over your head and soon you have a halo of shimmering blonde curls. You spray some feminine perfume on your wrists and cheekily, under your skirt. Your heart beats faster as you check yourself in the mirror for the final time. Your legs look long and willowy, your waist tiny, you’ve an hour glass figure. You don't even recognise yourself. You’re delighted with the reflection that shines back. You look like a convincing young, beautiful girl. You’re in heaven. Legs together you spin lightly in your heels and revel in every sensation as a cool draft wafts up your tight leather mini skirt. Hmm! it feels so much better than you imagined.

Your shy, your stomach is light with dancing butterflies and after a few deep breaths you step cautiously onto the landing. No one is about. You consider James could be playing a cruel game on you and once downstairs he will laugh and mock you for dressing up. But he wasn't drunk and it didn’t seem in his nature. Karen and James always consider you unadventurous when it came to sex games. You shake you head to dismiss the thought. The idea too unpleasant to consider.

It’s deathly quite as you step majestically down the stairs, one heeled toe at a time, careful not to trip or show acres of creamy white flesh. Click, click your heels tap on the wooden stairs. Whoosh! your fishnets rasp as your legs brush together and squeak, the red leather sounds like a mouse announcing your arrival.

Once downstairs you pause for a few seconds, your hands trembling over the door handle. You’re bemused. Why had you let James dress you? What was his intention? Why did you feel so undeniably sexy? You’re minds a whirl with so many questions. What you do appreciate is the gorgeous new feelings sweeping unchecked through your body. Mmm! You want to cum so much you cabarely contain yourself.