This story is the third of the series and follows the events of "Going Black at the Park" and "Becoming a BBC Addict".
It had been almost 2 weeks since Tyrone had texted me. I was half hopeful that he had moved on and forgotten about me, but I was also half disappointed. After the first two days, going for a whole two weeks without a black cock to suck had me thinking about it all the time.
I had almost texted him myself half a dozen times. I could not believe what he had turned me into after only a few weeks. I would check my phone a dozen times every day in case I had missed something.
To my surprise Tyrone's next contact with me was not a text but something altogether different.
I came home on Friday that week to discover a box had been left on my porch. I picked it up and carried it inside. Looking it over I could see that it was just a plain cardboard box. There was no writing, no shipping service logo, no return address.
Intrigued, I started to open it. Inside was a smaller brown wooden box with a handwritten note taped to the top. I picked up the note and read it.
The note read: hey Stevie, we're going out tonight. I picked up something hot for you to wear. See you at eight babe, Tyrone.
Several panicked thoughts ran through my head. What could possibly be in the box? What if Julie had found the box instead of me? Did Tyrone even care?
I reached in with trembling fingers and gently lifted the box out. It was surprisingly light as I set it down on the table in front of me. I pulled back the lid and looked inside. It was lingerie. Women's lingerie.
I slammed the lid shut and reflexively pushed the box away from me. There had to be some mistake. There was no way Tyrone expected me to wear this. Yet a part of me sensed that this was no mistake.
Thankfully for me, I knew Julie would be out with friends until late that night. One of her friends was getting married and they were having a bachelorette night.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the box once more. There was a matching red bra and panty set, some silk stockings, a blond wig, And a black dress which to my eyes seemed quite revealing. Underneath it all were two other items. Some breast forms and a corset.
Resigned, and feeling too nervous to eat anyways, I immediately began my preparations. This was going to take a while anyways and the last thing I wanted was to be late. Tyrone had written that he would pick me up at eight, and I knew I had better be ready when he got here.
I had absolutely no idea how to put most of this on. I began by carefully cutting my toenails. My girlfriend regularly wore stockings. I was well aware of the possibility of ripping them while putting them on. I hesitated for a while, debating whether I should just put them on or shave my legs. Not wanting to disappoint Tyrone, I decided on the latter option. I went into the bathroom and using my girlfriend razor and shaving cream I started to carefully shave my legs. This was my first time doing it and it was a bit awkward but after a while I was satisfied with the result.
I returned to the living room and very carefully slid on the silk stockings. The feeling against my freshly shaved skin was a bit strange but not at all unpleasant. Next came the breast forms. I had quite the struggle with them and it took me nearly 15 minutes before I was satisfied with the results. I reached back into the box and pulled out the corset. I squeezed into it with difficulty and reached behind myself. It took several tries but finally I was able to tighten it enough to hide most of my stomach. It made it hard to breathe and I could not believe that some women put themselves through this every time they dressed.
The bra was a struggle too. Thankfully I had seen Julie put hers on on countless occasions. Of course for her it always seemed quite effortless. I then pulled on the panties. I had to adjust them a little as they were not conceived o be worn by a man.
Next came the dress Thankfully, I had a much easier time with it than any of the rest. I slid it over my head and it was pretty straightforward, almost like slipping on a T-shirt. The dress was very short and barely covered my ass. Whenever I bent over or leaned forth, the dress would hike up. I knew whoever would be looking would be able to see my panties.
All that was left was the wig. I pulled it out of the box and wondered how I was supposed to make it hold on my head. Tyrone had provided for this, and tucked into the wig was a small bottle of adhesive. I read the instructions and they said it was skin safe and would dissolve with soap and hot water. I had gone this far. I was not about to back out now. I walked back into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
I applied a fairly generous coating of the adhesive to the inside of the wig and placed it over my head. Standing in front of the mirror I quickly adjusted it into the position which I thought looked best before the adhesive could dry.
I looked into the mirror, and while I clearly was not a woman, I was still stunned by the transformation. I actually looked a lot better than I had expected. I toyed with the idea of putting on some makeup but I really had no idea how to do it. In the end, as a compromise, I put on a bit of my girlfriend's red lipstick and a little eyeshadow.
I took one last quick glance into the mirror to make sure everything was as good as it was going to get. I quickly put on a pair of white tennis shoes since Tyrone has not provided any footwear. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was already getting close to 8 o'clock.
I sat at the kitchen table and looked out the window for Tyrone's arrival. I found myself really hoping that he would be pleased with my appearance. I had to wait only a few short minutes before a black BMW pulled into the yard. I quickly locked the door and hurried towards the car, thankful for the row of hedges to either side of the driveway which hid me from the neighbours.
Tyrone had climbed out of the car and was standing next to the passenger side door. Before I could slide in he pulled me close. I felt a strong hand fondle my butt, pulling up the hem of my dress and rubbing my ass through the fabric of the panties. " damn you look pretty good in that. Even better than I expected." I could feel myself blushing at his compliment.
He opened the door for me and gave me a little smack on the ass as I climbed in. Tyrone got in the driver seat and a few seconds later we were backing out of the yard. I was about to buckle in but he stopped me with his hand.
He smiled and told me that he wanted a blow job on the way to the party. I did not even think of arguing. I undid his belt and slid down his pants a little as he lifted his ass a bit off the seat to make it easier for me. His semi hard cock was as hot as I remembered it.