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Subject: Tom and Candy (story; tv, m-m.  parts 1&2 of ?)
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Something I found on the Web. --Kali



Tom & Candy, Part One

When Helen had died a few months ago, Charles had persuaded his
female relatives to let him dispose of her clothing himself,
saying it was a matter of sentiment. Little did they know that he
wanted to feel the silkie things against his own skin, to feel
the lacy slips flitting about his stockinged legs. Only Helen,
had known he was a crossdresser, so not only did he keep all her
clothing, wearing her slips and panties daily, but he kept adding
to it. Best of all, it fit him very well. Up to now though he
never went out in heels or skirts. But the thrill was not what it
was. Now he needed something new.

Nightly he changed from his office clothes to stockings and a
comfortable dress and silkie underthings. And when he went to bed
he removed his garterbelt & stockings, donned a fresh pair of
silk panties, and pulled a delicious silk nightie over his head.
Often in the morning he awoke with a huge arousal and snuggled
into the silkiness of the clothing for a half hour of delightful
play before he got up, showered, and donned still another fresh
pair of silk panties and a half slip before pulling on his trou
sers. He had always secretly worn panties and a slip to the
office and Helen had helped him select the silkiest to be found.

Now on a Friday night he began to carry out a plan still hazily
formulated. His hand actually trembled on the phone as he asked
his old buddy and professional colleague, Tom, to join him for
the evening. He had to hope Tom would understand the evolution of
Candy, if not, it wouldn't be the end of the world. If he did it
might be the beginning of a new life, well worth the risk.

After inspecting his naked image he let himself down into steam
ing scented water, resting there and enjoying the hard on that
appeared out of the soapy water, washing that too.  Finally he
stood and lifting one leg to the edge of the tub he shaved, fully
aware of the symbolism of using the razor between his legs as he
transformed himself and made his cock and balls hairless.

After a few minutes he applied and then washed a hair remover
from his skin. His wife had taught him by her example to put a
special strainer over the drain lest the pipes get clogged. When
the solution washed off he felt he was denuded. In blending his
sexual image he had never gone this far before. The blending was
still not irreversible, and he kept his toe on the shore before
launching out, but it was a move that excited him and kept his
cock stiff. He wasn't intending to become a woman, but he was
going as far as he could go to prepare his body for the embrace
of sensuous silkiness.

Satisfied he looked in the mirror, and, astonished at the hair
less and somehow sexual wonder, he examined his smooth nipples
and cock, a cock that looked more than a bit aroused. ""Down
boy," he said.  He pulled on a pair of pink silk panties to keep
"boy" down, but it had the opposite effect, so he sat with his
stiff cock in his panties and applied eyelashes and eyeliner,  sh to his
fingers and toes,
touching the tentpole in his silkie panties with those saucy
fingernails, donning the wig he felt comfortable in, thinking
that a man feminized like he was became a quintessential sexy
human, not de-sexed but supercharged with sex, and close to a
state of ecstasy, not brought on by drugs, alcohol, or religion
but by something infinitely complex and joyful. Maybe Tom would
help with the analysis.

He stroked his tentpole a few times and thought of delicious
moments with Helen, anticipating the lovely silkie clothing he
was about to snuggle into.

}
Part Two
When he put on one of his wife's wigs, the look delighted him.
Where had once been Charles now there was Candy, an absolutely
gorgeous woman with a hard on in her silk panties. Now the pro
noun in the mirror was a she with a tentpole.

Her dressing began with sheer black stockings, slowly pulling
them up each leg feeling the luxury of the nylon on her smooth
skin. The garterbelt was next followed by pink silk panties. As
she pulled on the panties she gave up tucking in an aroused cock
so she was semi-smooth in front with a drop of pre-cum. After
donning a lacy pink bra filled with pantyhose, she found it hard
to find Charles. Well, it was hard period. In his place was a
reasonably pretty Candy, looking very attractive if not fully
feminine with a semi hard on.

Sitting on the bed she watched herself putting on the white pumps
with two-inch heels, lifting her legs high enough so she could
see all the way up to her panties. Selecting a short white slip
she slid it on, relishing the feel of the silkiness as it swished
over her stockings and panties.  Then she donned a fairly sheer
white blouse and short tan pleated skirt.  She couldn't resist
lifting the skirt slowly up her stockings, above the tops, re
vealing in the mirror the bulge in the pink silk panties. The
bulge wasn't feminine, but it was the genuine Candy. She wanted
to masturbate right then, but, instead, she just stroked slowly.

Downstairs she began to pour a beer when the doorbell rang and
her old buddy, Tom, appeared with his mouth hanging wide open. He
had been expecting to be met by Charles who was going out to eat
with him and now here was a woman.

"Please come in Tom. You look fine but a bit surprised. I'll tell
you all about it." Candy didn't strain to make her voice ultra
feminine, but it was softer than usual. "Sit down for a moment
and drink a beer with me." As Tom watched her walk to the drinks
cupboard, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sexy woman with
the nice legs and swishy slip. He immediately wanted to look up
her skirt, a reflex action he couldn't control. Instead he said,
"I'll bet you have a good explanation. Are you getting ready for
a costume party? We've known each other forerver. Tell all, pal."

Candy smiled as she looked at him, swallowed some beer, and said,
"Well, there is no costume party, Tom. I have to tell you now
that I've been a secret crossdresser for all the years I've known
you, but since the loss of Helen I've recovered enough to know
that for you as a special friend I want to be able to dress as a
woman." Tom sat for a moment taking it all in, he knew that
Charles had been moody since his wife had passed away but this
was too much.  Charles in skirts? Was he serious?

"Charles, are you going to be this way all the time," he said.
"Are you going to have an operation?"

Candy smiled "No, Tom, The only time you'll see me dressed is
when we are not with others. When I'm home and on my own I will
be Candy. That's my name when I'm dressed.   When she said that she moved
to a chair opposite and sat in front
of him with her knees spread so she knew or at least hoped he
might see her pink panties. Tom couldn't keep his eyes off her
stockinged legs, and Candy loved him to look. She knew it would
arouse him and put him in the mood for whatever might happen
later. She crossed her legs and swallowed more beer. end part two

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