Special Delivery

This is a short work of fiction, but as with all good tales, there is an element of truth in there, as well.

In my mid to late twenties, I started a new job as a delivery driver for a well known company, delivering mail order items and such to customers homes. My route would take in several counties, including deliveries around my local area. I remember one evening, coming back to the depot after my deliveries, and all the drivers were laughing and guffawing away to each other.
'What's so funny?' I inquisitively asked.
'Graeme here, was greeted by a tranny this afternoon when he was making his drops. He hasn't shut up about it since he got back!' replied old Edward, a guy who thought he'd seen it all.
'Really?' I asked, but my cock was already becoming slightly aroused at even the mention of such a sight. 'Did he dress nice for you?' I playfully teased Graeme, the youngest of the drivers in the fleet.
'Nah', he responded, 'He was dressed like an old granny, in a tweed skirt and fluffy slippers!'
My cock rapidly deflated. I left the other guys to laugh about it as I handed in my paperwork to the office, before punching out for the day. And that was that for a while. It would occasionally come up as something to tease Graeme about over the next couple of months, but was eventually forgotten about.

One rainy Autumn afternoon, I was approaching the last of my drops for the day in a sleepy little village. The delivery was to a new build bungalow on the outskirts of the village, part of a new estate awkwardly shoe-horned onto the corresponding land, looking completely out of character with every other property in the area. I ventured into the back of my van and found the parcel, and quickly ran up the garden path to avoid getting soaked. I rang the bell and waited for the occupant to answer the door. Within moments, the door opened and what was I greeted with? You guessed it! The same sight that Graeme was greeted with a few months earlier. I managed to conceal my surprise rather well, I thought as I got him/her to sign for their parcel. I was rather taken by the attention to details, such as the beautifully manicured and painted fingernails as he signed for his delivery, and the elegant ladies timepiece on the opposite wrist.