A Life-Changing Experience, Part Six<\/p>\n

I could not decide what to do. Kerry obviously knew I was inside, and I surely did not want to try to deceive him, after everything he had done for me. But, notwithstanding our afternoon session, I did not want to go to the door in my current state of dress \u2013 or undress. I managed a, \u201cJust a minute,\u201d then went into my bedroom. Suddenly, walking in the heels was not that big of a problem. I figured the quickest solution was to take off the heels and put on a baggy sweatshirt and pull some jeans over my lingerie-clad body. I did so, hid the heels and wig in my dresser, and slipped on some loafers. I took a look around my apartment to make sure everything was in order, then looked myself in the mirror in the bathroom to make sure what I was wearing underneath my clothes was not visible. I went to the door and took a deep breath. As I opened it, I tried to act as casual as possible. \u201cHi, Kerry,\u201d I said as I stood in the open doorway. He was wearing the same clothes as when I first met him earlier in the day. Kerry gave me a slight smile and looked me up and down \u2013 starting from my shoes to my eyes and back down again. I noticed that his gaze lingered on my shoes on their way back down, and my eyes instinctively followed. To my shock and horror, I noticed that you could see a little triangle of black stocking between the hem of my jeans and my loafers. Kerry looked me straight in the eyes, smiled a bit more broadly, then said, \u201cWell, hello again, Andrew.\u201d <\/p>\n

Kerry walked past me into my apartment. As I closed the door, he said, \u201cWell, either you had more experience with crossdressing than you let on to me earlier today, or you already found the little present I left for you in the desk and have tried it on.\u201d He waited a moment for me to respond.<\/p>\n

\u201cI found it,\u201d was all I could muster.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you tried it on?\u201d Kerry ventured.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs soon as I opened it, I had to,\u201d I admitted.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery good, Andrew,\u201d Kerry continued. \u201cAnd how did it make you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n

I thought for a second. \u201cAmazing,\u201d I offered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAmazing in what way?\u201d Kerry inquired.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I love how the stretchy, lacy fabric feels against my skin.\u201d <\/p>\n

Kerry took a half step toward me, so that he was now just one arm\u2019s length from me. \u201cAnd?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd,\u201d I continued, \u201cthe way the garter straps pull at the tops of the stockings. It is so . . . so intoxicating.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Kerry responded, pausing, obviously waiting for more.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe high heels, with the stockings on, make my legs and calves and my whole body feel so sexy. So feminine,\u201d I offered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, they do. Are you still wearing it under your man clothes?\u201d Kerry asked, still looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded. \u201cEverything except the wig and heels?\u201d I nodded again. \u201cWhere are they?\u201d I cast my eyes in the direction of my bedroom. \u201cLet\u2019s get them,\u201d Kerry directed. <\/p>\n

I started toward the bedroom, mesmerized by the power Kerry had over me without really seeming to try. Kerry followed close behind. Electricity coursed through my body in anticipation of what might happen next. <\/p>\n

As I opened my dresser drawer, Kerry sat down on the bed and crossed one leg over the other. I pulled out the wig and heels and placed them on the bed. Kerry looked at me and firmly stated, \u201cI want to see you in it.\u201d My heart skipped a beat, but I had no ability to demur. <\/p>\n

I reached for the wig. But as I did so, I immediately heard Kerry say, \u201cNo, all of it.\u201d I thought I understood what he meant, but I looked at Kerry and motioned to my sweatshirt and jeans. Kerry nodded slightly. So I proceeded to slip off my loafers and jeans. Every now and then I snuck a look at Kerry, who was overseeing my actions approvingly. I took off my sweatshirt, so that now I was fully exposed in the bra, garter skirt, nylon panties and stockings I had been wearing under my street clothes. Kerry seemed to drink in the sight of me. \u201cNow, put on the heels,\u201d Kerry directed. <\/p>\n

I did as I was told, trying to be as natural as possible. However, as I placed the left heel on my foot, I felt my cock starting to stiffen and strain against the panties. I could not figure out if that was a good thing or bad thing. But before I could decide, Kerry softly stated, \u201cI can see you are enjoying this as much as I am.\u201d I looked back at Kerry, and observed that he had removed his shirt to expose his perfect, shaven chest. My cock immediately extended to its full length.<\/p>\n

I put on the other heel and stood up to my full height, tightening my calves just a bit to accentuate them. \u201cYes, very nice, Andrew. Now the wig.\u201d I reached for the wig and placed it on my head, the black locks falling to my shoulders. \u201cMmm, hmm,\u201d was all I heard from Kerry. I walked over to him, still seated on the edge of the bed. Kerry spread his legs so that I could get between them. He reached around to my ass with both his hands and maneuvered them under the garter skirt and began to caress my taught butt cheeks. Meanwhile, he placed the side of his head on my chest, his right temple resting directly between the cups of the bra. Kerry breathed in deeply several times as he continued to knead my butt and caress the backs and outsides of my thighs. I felt my cock against the stretch nylon of the panties, and felt the light pressure of Kerry\u2019s chest against my cock. <\/p>\n

Kerry deliberately took his hands from behind me and leaned back on the bed, propped up by his locked arms behind him. Kerry looked at me and asked, \u201cAndrew, do you enjoy masturbating?\u201d I was slightly embarrassed by the question, but I was certain he knew the answer already, so I just nodded slightly. \u201cGood,\u201d Kerry intoned. \u201cI want you to masturbate for me.\u201d <\/p>\n

To be continued . . . <\/p>\n