A couple of weeks past and my dad's girlfriend, Christine had become my secret transgender lover. We both found high heels, latex, boots and domination games thrilling.
And thus far, dad didn't have a clue and was happy that his girlfriend and his son were getting to be such "good friends." That's exactly how I wanted to keep things in this home. Hey, every family has secrets, don't they?
Dad had planned a week-long out-of-state seminar and today was the day he was leaving.
"Steven and I will miss you," Christine said lovingly.
"You take good care of this beautiful creature till I get home," dad said.
"Will do," I said back. I was sure that whatever care I was going to give Christine while he was away would, indeed, be good.
Dad gave Christine a kiss, then me a hug and was out he door.
"Text me when you get there," Christine yelled, as he got in his car.
He gave a thumbs up and backed down the drive.
When we were alone in the house, she said, "Now that we have a little more time, there are a few new things I have planned for us."
"Really, like what?" I asked, both curious and somewhat terrified.
"Join me upstairs, I think it's better to "do" than to "tell". Don't you?" I couldn't even guess what she had in mind but I trotted behind her, now fully in her spell, willing to be her boy toy. In fact I was loving it.
"Let's do a little 'dress up' with you. You seem to like wearing my stockings, let's start there."
She pulled out a pair of white frilly top ankle socks, "Here, I'd like to see you in these."
I eagerly put them on. They felt feminine and maybe even a little girly. This was a new feeling that I was drawn to and turned on by.
"Now put on your black heels," she insisted.
Even better.
"Steven, I found this ultra short plaid pleated skirt for you too," she said helping me into it.
