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T H E N I G H T
by Tawni Katherine Bonds
©2005, All rights reserved
? ONE ?
He slipped into the tight black sleeveless dress. Pulled up the shoulder length gloves. Stepped into the 5" stiletto heeled pumps. Make-up. Jewelry. And feeling the taut electricity of the ruse caressing his body, walked about his hotel room. His every move calculated to heighten his sexuality, to project her sensuality.
It felt so good to be a woman. Even if only in his head. Feeling the dress embrace his sexy waist and hips formed by the corset. The silky gloved fingers gliding over his nylon sheathed legs sending a shiver up his spine. His long hair tickling his bare back with every move.
The tension building inside his head and sex... Yes, to be a woman. A beautiful, long legged, sensual woman. To tantalize men. To have the ultimate power over them. To make them beg. To do anything just to look at her, be with her. Oh, to be a woman!
He walked slowly to the full length mirror. Afraid to look lest the image there shatter the fantasy. Then stealing a glance at the sensuous woman he was pretending to be, the sensuous woman he had become. Partly in his own head, partly in reality.
It was hard to separate the fantasy from the reality. Which was more of which didn't really matter. This was his private fantasy. Not meant for the public. Not meant for anyone but himself. This fantasy. This beautiful woman he had become for tonight. Taut. Sensual. Erotic.
A dangerous thought. Daring. “Must be seen by some one. Some man.” Make them believe he was real. Yes. How? Go to the bar? No, no. Much too dangerous. Someone might see him. The hotel staff might recognize him and throw him out. Worse, they might not know him and think he was a call-girl. A trollop. A Hooker. Picked up by the police. Humiliated. No, no. Never go out. Never be seen. This is private. If he was caught it would mean public ridicule or jail, or both. But ...
But to feel like a woman. To wander outside where the cool breeze could caress his shaven legs. Creep up beneath his skirt and kiss the nether land between his legs. Yes. The thrill. The sensations! Could he pull it off? Could he really pass as a woman?
Another look in the mirror. Yes! He could... No, he couldn't. Too many people he would know. What to do?
He strolled around his room catching glances of himself in various mirrors. "Act like a woman. A confidant woman. Be a woman." Who would know?
He found himself walking to the balcony doors. It's dark outside. No one would see him. No one would know it's him. They'd only see a very sexy womanly form from afar.
He stepped through the curtains. Adrenaline pumping. Opened the sliding glass doors. Searing electricity. And he was suddenly outside. The breeze doing exactly as he had imagined. His nipples hardened. A chill of excitement rippling all through his body. His every nerve alive.
The area below his balcony was deserted. Empty and dark. He wrapped his arms around himself against the cool breeze. Feeling the weight and shape of his breast forms against his arms. Slipped a gloved finger beneath them and teased his own nipples. A shiver of excitement!
Oh! To be a glorious woman. To always be allowed to feel this excitement. To feel this good. To have these sensations! To have men want him. Or for that matter, beautiful women. Lipstick lesbians. Yes. Oh yes. Please God. Why can't this one wish come true?
The roar of a car coming to a stop. He quickly returned to the safety of his room. It was late and his first meeting was too early. Time to shed the dream. Sadly. To become boring old Richard again. The responsible worker drone. Time to satisfy his manly urges and go to sleep.
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