Sissy For My Flatmate

My heart was racing as I gazed up at my flatmate, there was an something of an evil gleam in his eyes as he looked down at me and my mind kept jumping back to the events that lead to this moment.

I'm a closet crossdresser, yet now my flatmate (whom I managed to hide my “hobby” from for the past six months) had me on my knees, wearing what I can only describe as the sluttiest clothes I own, hands cuffed behind my back, waiting for the “surprise” he had planned.

The previous night:

Work can get pretty stressful, I'm not complaining – I enjoy my job and I have my own ways of dealing with the stresses of my life. When I get home I like to relax by indulging in my secret hobby. Crossdressing. Now this is something I've always been careful about, I wait until my flatmate (a friend from my University days) has left and lock my door. This way there's no suspicious noises and even if he gets back early, he doesn't have a key to the door of my bedroom.

I started to get changed in to one of my favorite sets. Black stockings, matching suspender belt, panties and six inch high heels. As part of the outfit I also wore a chastity belt. It's hard to explain, but dressing as a girl I felt like I needed to hide my cock away.

I donned my wig and started to lace up my corset. I've always loved the feeling of a tight corset and it gave me a jaw dropping figure (even if I do say so myself).

I put my hands on my hips and started to admire myself in the mirror. Growing up I always hated having a “girly” looking face. I hated wearing shorts, I always got comments about “shapely” legs. I always got my hair cut short, any longer and everyone would call me a girl. Make no mistake – I HATED the way I looked. But since I started dressing up, I had my private moments. In these moments I saw the things that I was picked on for, the things I hated, in these moments I saw them differently. Damn right I looked like a girl and I looked sexy.