My name is Lizzy I am 23 years old and for the last 18 months I have lived a double life as Tom the sales assistance in a department store and Lizzy the slut. I have known for years that I should have been born a woman but repressed my feelings (as much as possible) until I was old enough to leave home. I had been caught by my mother in her underwear aged 17, and the day after I turned 18 I moved to the other end of the country. When I first moved into my apartment I was shy and hid my life as Lizzy but after a while I was confident enough to go out and explore my female sexuality.
I quickly found out that lots of men wanted to explore the body of a sexy transvestite and were willing to pay for the experience. I guess I was a whore but I did not stand on street corners I went to bars and found business came to me rather than me looking for it. Soon I had developed some regular clients and now my weeknights a split between them. I do not consider myself a whore now as I love all these guys and the money they pay me I spend on clothing to please them. The below is a typical night with Graham whom I have spent my Wednesday nights with for about 4 months.
I arrive home from work at five and quickly change out of my disgusting blue shirt and red jacket uniform. I put on some music and head for a bath and shave my body. Graham loves my legs so I take extra care to make them as smooth as possible. I could stay relaxing in the bath for hours. But I have so much to do to meet him at 8 o'clock. I give my long light brown hair a wash and wish I could have the blonde and red highlights I have always wanted. With a towel around my head and one tied just below my armpits I sit on the bed and start to paint my toenails. Graham has a little fetish for my feet in nylon so I take extra care applying the bright red varnish I know they will excite him shinning through the skin coloured stockings I have bought for this evening. Part of the thrill for me is making my men so hot they just can't resist me and I know what they all like.
While my toes are drying I paint my fingernails in the same bright red. I do not wear false fingernails but I keep mine in very good condition not too long but a good shape. I sit in my bed waiting for the polish to dry and looking at my feet and toes. Wearing nail polish is one of those essential extras that just help create the feminine feel. Many women do not wear polish every day but I often have my toes painted at work and wish I could wear it on my fingers at work.
I move over to my dresser and begin to apply my foundation cream still only wearing my towels. I have become very good at applying my make up and have a good collection all paid for by my men. I put on my mascara and eyeliner but leave the lipstick until later. I stand up and let my towels down looking in my full-length mirror I examine myself. I am lucky to be quite small, as my father and brothers are all over six ft tall. I stand at 5ft 7 with a 28 inch waist. There is a definite shape to body as I have wider hips and a round backside (I hate women who are so slim they seem to have no Bottom). My shoulders are slight and I have a good shape to my legs thanks to hours on the exercise bike.
I have been planning all afternoon what to wear and make my way to my underwear draw. My bedroom is divided into two, with draws and a closet on both sides of the room. One with my male work clothes and a pair of jeans and the other overflowing with all Lizzy's clothes. I take out my new black G-string. The back is no wider than a piece of string and the front is see through. I slide it up my legs and pull it high over my hips. The feeling of the string excites me and I walk around the bed and back, the movement makes we want to sway my hips (anyone who has worn thongs will know what I mean). I take out my black matching bra and slide my arms through the straps. I wish I could have implants but there would be no going back and no job. I fill my bra with my falsies a nice C cup anymore and they would not look real.
I move back to the dresser and dry my hair. It has grown to half way down my back and takes ages to dry. That done I take out the new packet of 10 denier stay up stockings with lace tops. I will not wear a suspender belt, as the suspenders would be visible under my tight dress. I roll the first one and take care not to ladder it. And then the second I look down and know Graham will love my feet in these. My red toes are clearly visible through the reinforced toes on the stockings.
For tonight I have selected a very tight black dress which finishes about three inches above my knees. I slide this over my head as it has no zip and I am careful to not get any make up stains. I look in the mirror and love the way the dress follows my curves. The neck is not too low but I will still need a necklace. I put on a silver chain with a pretty locket and my three rings (two on the right hand one on the left). A small pair of silver earrings makes my face look that little prettier and more feminine. Back to the dresser for my lipstick (red but not as bright as the nail polish). I brush my hair and have another look in the dresser mirror. Not bad Lizzy I thought.
A spray of Channel No5 (the classic smell of a woman) and its time for shoes. This is the part of my outfit that has given me the most problems. I only have size 6 feet and plenty of shoes but which ones for tonight? They have to be open toed for Graham and I think about the six inch spikes heels but that would be too slutty for this outfit and a choose a pair with three straps across the foot and an open back. The heels are a sexy three and half inches enough to give legs that important shape and my posture that elegant appearance. I grab a black handbag and my long black coat its time to leave.
It's only a 5-minute walk to the underground and I love the sound of my heels on the concrete. I board the train its only half full and I find a seat. As I sit the coat falls open and reveals my legs I can feel men looking at me. I have a quick glance around and they all look away. I know they will be looking again soon so I slip my foot out of my right shoe and with my legs crossed begin to dangle the shoe from my foot. This is the most obvious flirting but nearly every man was watching me. I read the advertisements on the train and let them have a good look. I wonder how many will be thinking of me when they make love to there wives tonight.
While on the train my mind wonders to my first meeting with Graham. It was in a bar called the Cheq and he was with some friends from work. He had been drinking for a while and a little drunk. Graham is a tall man 43 years old. He is not lanky but is quite slim. He had a moustache then but has now shaved it off the sexiest about him is his big dark brown eyes. He asked if he could buy me a drink and I accepted. He told me how his wife left him and we chatted for about an hour. When his friends left he stayed and soon we were kissing. He began to rub his hand on my leg and told me he wanted to take me home. This is always an awkward moment, as I did not know if he had guessed I was not all women. I took his hand and rubbed it on my dick, which was hard from the kissing. He broke the kiss looked at me and said he definitely wanted to take me home. If he had not been drinking I wonder if anything had happened.
My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival at my station. I took one last look at my admirer's then walked on up the escalator. Graham's apartment was a good fifteen minutes walk to so I took a cab. I could see the driver looking at me in the mirror so I put on a show and applied some more lipstick.
I arrived at Grahams and buzzed number 34 to be let in. I took the lift up to his flat. I have done this so many times but I still get so excited the reflection in the lift mirror and knowing what I was here for I felt dirty and horny. Graham met me at the lift and he kissed me on my lips. We walked down the hall to his apartment and he told me I looked fantastic.
