Explore the Inner Woman In You

'What on earth is going on here? Why are you... in my clothes and Oh my god! What have you done? That's disgusting. Where's Mum and Dad?'

Bob tried to look eagerly horrified. 'I don't believe it,' he cried. 'The pervert came round to see you and asked to use the toilet. I've been downstairs playing CDs. I thought he was a long time.

Sharon gazed at me intently. 'That's my dress, those are my shoes, that's my jewellery, my make-up and I bet those are my stockings.'

Bob smirks. 'I bet he's wearing your favourite corset too,' He adds with an evil grin.

I glare at him, struggle to stand, brush the dress down and pulled my panties up. Sharon points at her lacy panties as I adjust them under the skirt. She was speechless.

'I can explain,' I said and looked past her to Bob who was biting his tongue to stop himself laughing. 'I know this looks strange,' I said, 'but there is a logical explanation.'

'I don't want to hear it.' She screams. 'You cannot possibly justify wearing my clothes and jerking yourself off.' She smacked her head with her hand. 'This is just unbelievable. I don't think I can stand it. Look I'm going to Lindas and I'll be back in 60 minutes. Just make sure you've cleaned up. Put everything away and are gone by the time I get back.' She then spun on her heels and stormed out glancing back at Bob... and I hold you partially responsible so get this sissy out of my house.'

Once the front door had slammed shut I glared at Bob. 'That's fucking great,' I scream skipping back into Sharons bedroom. 'Thanks for your support. You could have saved me from this humiliating death. I've got no chance with Sharon now. She thinks I'm a sissy who gets off by wanking in her ladies clothes.'

Bob laughs. 'Why should I? I always knew you where not good enough for my sister and I had to do something.' He laughed and put a comforting hand on my shoulder and stroked the thin material of my dress. And I think I've done that very successfully don't you think?'