Crossdressing Stories: Apology Accepted (Crossdresser Stories Book 16)

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But aunt, I have lots; I told her with a surprised face. Because I was too innocent, and couldn’t recognize the fact that, they were nothing other than panties, the girls undies. In morning, when I woke up, mom was already gone, and aunt was getting ready for the office. I waited for her in the living room, doing nothing. Come here; after a while, she called me. When I did, she came closer, and took my measurements with a tape. Breakfast is on the table, I’m going; she said, and went away. I eliminated most of the replies and narrowed it down to two that seemed promising. One of the ‘finalists’ was only available that night, which was not possible, so now I was down to one. I was hoping this would pan out. I’d hate to miss out on this opportunity. I only had a few days. So this last prospect sounded really serious. He just needed 20 minutes notice to get there, and promised he would show up. Believe it when I see it, but nonetheless, I was pumped, excited, nervous, scared… all the normal emotions I always feel when arranging a meet up with a complete stranger.

Dang it! I think the dryer is broke, too! I told your Uncle that we needed a new washer and dryer and he didn't even listen..." Aunt Emily ranted. I push Samantha to go and he leaves immediately. Now, I had to face Bob and explain everything to him. I was never so embarrassed in my life. Bob had calmed down a bit. Then, I sit down on the chair and with a deep breath, I start explaining everything to Bob about me being a crossdresser and what I had planned to do this evening. Bob then comes a bit closer.My name is Roger. I am a 29 years old, white, a little skinny , and a married (secret) crossdresser. I really love wearing women’s clothes and I am crazy about pantyhose (and tights. I love the total coverage and the sensation that pantyhose gives me.

Don’t worry about that, I already told her the same and I will join you guys in the weekends; she said.Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Again, I tried, but my legs couldn’t support me. After about an hour of drying up the floor, it still wasn't completely done. But, it was all we could've done for now. Aunt Emily then opened up the washer, and saw a bunch of water and clothes. Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs. But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door. Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs. Girl’s room? She completed the words for me. Pink is my favourite colour, thus, during the refurnishing, I never thought about a different one. When the walls changed, the rest of the items seemed odd, so one by one, I replaced them with the matching ones; she stated. I know, but I don’t trust you anymore ; she replied and left my hands unattended. Watch the TV if you want; she said, and handed me the remote.

One afternoon my friend, Bob called me and asked to house-sit while he went on vacation. The house was empty, save for a table and four very comfy chairs. It had been renovated and listed for sale, so it was all new, but empty. He asked if I could keep an eye on things, take calls from realtors if they called, and go make sure everything was okay. How’s it? Do you like it? She asked me by placing it in front of her, but, I didn’t reply. I was always thought of buying you dresses, better late than never; while helping me with the dress, she stated.Then what’s stopping you? Wear it? It will feel better, let me help you; saying that, she herself took the new fashioned undershirts from my hands. In the morning, hunger woke me up. I got freshened up, and wore one of my t-shirts and shorts, of course without the new fashion clothes. Not again; I said by looking at them. After a while, I heard aunt’s footsteps. Yes aunt; I replied, and stood like a mannequin, when aunt took my hands one by one and placed the straps into it. You won’t see the house, you won’t see your mom, you will die here; she stroked me hard and I stopped asking.