Black spandex miniskirt. Sexy little high heeled sandals. Satin blouse. Just a hint of black lace peeking out from my teddy. All in all, not bad. Unle...ss you count the fact that I'm not a girl. I'm a man. Dressed as a girl. Forced to by my co-worker Debbie. See, I like to wear pantyhose. Nothing big, just a pair under my pants. I like the feel. Well she caught me. And now she was threatening to tell every one at work, unless I let her do what ever she wants. And she wants to see me dressed. You made us both want it, so the least you can do is make this a reality." Fuck, I have to cum already." Pull out and shoot her melons, Aaron."He managed to get it out on time and lean up onto his knees, but he couldn't grab on his pecker. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, shooting out his first stream."Oh, you missed her," Evette laughed.I saw him shed a couple of tears as he couldn't seem to snatch it and aim towards me. He let out a few more shots of his load on the floor, but after he had finished, he. "It's just that, well, Alison is so lucky, being engaged and all that, and she's always had boyfriends, but me -"She gave a big sigh and then her words rushed out. "I've never had a real boy friend. I'm 24 years old and I'm still a virgin."She looked at me and I don't know if it was her confession or the tear-filled eyes but somehow she was suddenly very feminine - and very sexy. I knew that if I stood up my bulge would be very obvious so I stayed sitting down, still not sure what I. "Speaking, may I help you?" "It's James, from last night." My heart begins pounding; my pupils contract. Oh shit ! I keep my voice absolutely cool and collected as I intelligently stammer: "Oh, hi." He chuckles … My heart jumps. My mind wanders to dirty places. "'Oh, hi'? That's all I get after spending half the night trying to find you? Do you know how many Naomi Johnson’s I called trying to find you?" "Why'd you go through so much trouble?" I sit on my bed.