I feel completely ridiculous standing here wearing a pretty bra and panty set with thousands of people around me. I am completely humiliated, and I want to hide under a rock. I try to keep my head low so that nobody can identify me, but it's pointless, because I'm surrounded by all sorts of people. Fortunately, I'm not the only man in this situation: hundreds of others are wearing the same outfit, with varying degrees of enthusiasm. A few lie dead in pools of blood, having refused to co-operate.
"So, what's your story," asks Melissa, a gorgeous blonde with a mediocre body, also wearing the same outfit. "Are you one of those closet sissies, or is this your first time?"
"What?"
"Have you ever worn women's underwear before?"
"Of course not!"
"OK, fine. Come on, don't be shy. Just admit it if you have, and it'll make things a lot easier for you."
"Well, I haven't!"
"All right. So how do you like your panties, sissy boy?"
"How the hell am I supposed to answer that?"
"Truthfully."
"This is fucking humiliating."
"Why? Because you like it?"
"No! Because I look ridiculous!"
"Don't worry about that. You'll look gorgeous in panties by the time you're done. So you like it then?"
"No! What the fuck is wrong with you people?"
"You haven't even stopped to think about how wonderful it feels to become a woman. Forget your humiliation for a second, and tell me, does it really feel bad to wear panties and a bra?"
"Well, yes!"
"Is it somehow painful?"
"No."
"Do they irritate your skin?"
"No."
"Are they too tight?"
"No."
"Are they too loose?"
"No. They're actually quite comfortable."
"So what's the problem?"
I just didn't know what to answer. I don't know what the problem is. "I don't know."
"Well, at least you find them comfortable, which must mean that you actually like wearing them."
My body trembles with dread. "No! I never said that!"
"You just told me they're comfy."
My heart sank with the realization that this was true. I felt even more self-conscious than before. "Please, let me take them off!"
"What, and let you walk around naked? Not on your life! Why don't you just tell me why you say you don't like them?"
"I'm not supposed to be wearing this."
"Why? Because you're not a girl?"
"Yes!"
"But you're going to be."
"How?"
"Every time you wear women's clothes, you become more and more effeminate. You can try to deny it, but you can't change the truth. The fact that you find your lingerie comfy leads me to believe that you'll be completely transsexual in less than a month.
Secretly living in my wife's closet: the musings of a closet transvestite. Adult content.
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