I watched the speed limit, which is unusual for me, as I pointed the car west towards the Evil City. It was about 1:30 a.m. and dark on the interstate that stretches across the prairie, so I was wearing a black mini-skirt, fish-net garter stockings and my four inch stilettos as I drove through the night. Beneath my soft cashmere sweater, I was wearing a black silk chemise and I kept the cabin of the car cool so that my nipples were erect through the silk fabric.
I usually don’t dress and drive, but it was a special occasion. I was about to lose my virginity as a gurl.
I had met Dean and Sandy online, when they had messaged me, admiring some of the pics I had posted. Through the months, we became friends, trading photographs and messages online. They lived on the west coast, far from the quiet boredom of the high plains where I reside.
Dean originally was from the plains and had family in the area in the major metropolitan area about four hours from where I live. (On the plains, we don’t measure space by miles, but by the time it takes to get somewhere.) Imagine my reaction when Dean informed me that they were planning a visit to the Evil City.
I wrangled a free-lance job to photograph the Christmas lights in the Evil City. I picked a time frame where I knew that my spouse had to work, arranging three days and two nights to do the shoot which would coincidentally coincide with Dean and Sandy’s visit.
I could hardly wait and I found that I was growing hard beneath my lacy thong as I drove through the night listening to my homemade Avenue D cd in the car.
I had been cross dressing off and on since high school. I couldn’t help it seemed after I had once slipped on that soft silky slip that I’d found in the trash. After feeling the soft sheer material on my genitals, I was hooked and my longings for being a woman, always suppressed, intensified.
I’d stop for a while but then I’d begin again in a frenzy for about three decades. After I discovered the internet, I learned that I wasn’t the only freak out there cross-dressing in the world, that I was probably cross-gendered and slowly came to terms with the fact that, since I am middle-aged, I wasn’t going to transform readily. I finally accepted my life as a closet CD.
