In My Place

I looked disbelievingly at the clothing on the bed before me. They were all mine; all of them. How did she know? How did she find them? I just could not believe what was happening to me. I could not do this. It was not what I had ever wanted, despite what she appeared to think. And him.......

I had a pretty easy job as an insurance agent. I visited people in their homes, went through their policies with them and explained the ins and outs of what they had. I never had to sell a thing. I had a brief and magnificently unsuccessful career in sales when my talent for explaining was spotted. It was decided that I would be of more use as an agent and leave the selling to more capable people. This suited me just fine. I had a steady if unexciting salary and loads of free time. I used that free time to amuse myself with a little hobby of mine.

Ok. I am a transvestite. I love to dress up in women's clothing. It is partly sexual, partly relaxing, partly an escape....Christ! I don't know why I do it. I just do.

It was a constant worry that my wife would discover me but I was oh so very careful. I hid my growing stash of feminine clothing in a locked box in the furthest corner of our unconverted attic. It was hidden beneath three layers of insulation and I knew that it was as safe as possible there. Furthermore, I always made sure that my diary showed lots of appointments for the time I would be amusing myself. I knew she checked my diary for me so I covered my tracks well. As she had a full time job in a hotel, I knew there was almost no risk of her ever walking in on me.

It was heaven. Bliss. Utopia.

At least it always had been. I came home as usual on a Wednesday afternoon. Parking the car in the garage, I let myself into the house and bounded up the stairs. I opened the utility cupboard and took out the ladder, moving it under the attic hatch. I fumbled for the torch I kept hidden up there and couldn't find it. I thought that was a bit odd but then my fingertips brushed the familiar hard plastic. Thinking I must have knocked it out of position after my last escapade, I shrugged it off and felt the mounting anticipation of what I was about to indulge myself with. I approached the corner, lifted back the insulation and uncovered my treasure chest. Trembling slightly, I used the key from my key ring and opened the box. I froze.