My Wonderful Secret Chapter 1

That's about all I did for the first 3 weeks. I'd just open the cupboard doors and drink in the sweet perfume and let my eyes play over the range of pretty colours and textures that hung from rails or were neatly folded in shelves. Then I started to take things out. Just to feel and smell them. Occasionally I would get so turned on by the flimsy lace knickers or the sexy black bras or whatever that I couldn't help but start to masturbate over them.

Then I started to try things on. Single items at first like a bra or panties, which I would tear off almost as soon as I put on, such was my guilt and shame. But as the months past I started to experiment with complete outfits. From humble beginnings I very soon learnt how to pad out a bra and how to tuck my tiny male equipment away to give me more realistic figure. I could not believe how good I looked as a girl.

The transformation was so dramatic that I became addicted to dressing up. Almost instantly the ugly, freckly little runt became a normal, healthy, pretty girl. I learnt how to apply a sweet smelling brown liquid which made my freckles disappear. My thin nervous lips took on a sexy, shiny glow with the application of lipstick. My tiny, scrawny body, enhanced with proud, bulging breasts and flattered by a figure hugging dress or blouse and mini skirt, looked every bit like a young girls'. And then my legs, smooth and slender and hairless, the target of so much ridicule, looked positively alluring in black silk stockings or even regular panty hose. I was so happy dressed as a girl. I felt normal! I was no longer a freak. It was an escape from the reality of my everyday misery.

Where I had previously sought comfort in drugs and alcohol, I now sought comfort and escape by dressing up. As soon as I got home from Uni, providing my parents were still at work, I would take a hot shower and dress up as a girl. I would then function perfectly normally, doing my study, watching tv, playing on my computer. The only difference was that in costume I felt normal and good about myself, which was in stark contrast between how I normally felt.