My Wonderful Secret Chapter 2

I felt like I was going to explode inside. Such was the anxiety, excitement, fear, horror, and arousal I was experiencing. I had no one to talk about it with. I had no one to tell that I had been caught dressed as a girl. I had no one to share the secret that Mark had taken me home and treated me like a real girl. Only I knew what that first kiss felt like. Why was I so repulsed by his strong lips and tongue and his prickly mouth and chin? Why was I so turned on I could hardly breathe?

All I did know was that he had organised for me to go over the following Friday night. He told my mother it was a net gamers club, and that I would need to bring my PC, and that I would be staying late. She was so pleased that I finally had a social life; she insisted that I go along, even though I was having second thoughts. Bringing the PC was a clever ruse to hide the fact that I would need to take my girls clothes over to his house. It would be a little odd to take a bag along when visiting a mate's house, but if you were taking a computer, then you would expect a couple of boxes and a bag or two.

Each Friday evening after that first night he would come around to my house to pick me up. He tried to avoid my mother but she was so excited about me having a real friend for a change that she used to hang around and wait for him. It was always almost unbearable for me as she tried to make small talk with him and find out what we were doing that evening. Usually Mark could fob her off with a technical description that I'm sure even he didn't understand. Eventually we would manage to get away, the box containing all my girl gear sitting safely on the back seat, its' contents cleverly hidden by my computer.

Once at his flat I would slip into the bathroom and commence my transformation. When I emerged we would carry on much as we had in the library. We were pretty much, a couple of computer nerds who for some strange reason got on really well when I was dressed as a girl. For me, it was because as a female I could be myself. I didn't have to try to be like a 'normal' boy – something I didn't know how to do and subsequently did very badly.