breath came fast and hard, palms perspired (unintended tv - story)

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Several letters passed, and a relationship developed. He let me know
what he wanted was I shave my body hair, wear a short red skirt and
nylons and a wig. This had been his fantasy. He'd send them to me if I
sent him my size. The idea seemed to work in that, that way I'd not
be losing my masculinity, exactly, because I'd be pretending to be
female, sort of.

More letters exchanged, more photos of his dick - ejaculating,
especially for me, the bugger claimed. I grew quite to like him and, lo,
agreed to his repeated urging to send my vital statistics. Next day but
one parcel arrived! Short skirt, blonde wig, bright red lipstick, high heel
shoes, skimpy woollen halter top, training bra!!!

The thought of me as a woman which had been foreign and distant to
me took sudden concrete shape and picturing myself I was suddenly
immensely excited, hard, my buns tingling with his promises of a good
hard spanking, my nipples tingling too for he'd told me he'd insist on
pinching them, and my lips dry....for he had insisted, insisted that if I
needed spanking I must return a favor by sucking him off. Ultimate
degradation for a heterosexual, yet gradually over the weeks receiving
his letters I'd come to like him and needing a spanking so much, had
made myself try accept the price.

I was upstairs dressing, looking in the mirror, applying lipstick
cautiously when the doorbell rang. Shit! Bad timing. Who the hell?!
Luckily these English houses have bay windows so from the jutting
bay, behind the curtain, I peeped down at the front door.

Sandy-red hair! Electric tingle shot through my buttocks and nipples
instantly. He looked up. Kelvin had arrived unannounced hot on the
heels of his parcel. My breath came fast and hard and my palm
perspired. If he'd not turned up I don't think I could have gone through
with it but here he was and here was I, primped up and as pretty and
feminine as I was ever likely to get. Scared shitless, scarcely able to
breath I looked at myself in the mirror, combed my hair to cover my
face, wiped excess lipstick off, wiggled into the high heels shoes and
wobbled downstairs fast as I could.

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