From kallista@geocities.com Wed Mar 26 18:11:05 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!europa.clark.net!newsfeed.nacamar.de!news.nacamar.de!uunet!in1.uu.net!204.238.120.21!jump.net!grunt.dejanews.com!not-for-mail Date: Wed, 26 Mar 1997 17:11:05 -0600 From: kallista@geocities.com Subject: Tom and Candy (story; tv, m-m. parts 1&2 of ?) Newsgroups: alt.transgendered,alt.sex.stories Message-ID: <859417186.1520@dejanews.com> Organization: Deja News Usenet Posting Service To: kallista@geocities.com X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Mar 26 23:00:04 1997 GMT X-Originating-IP-Addr: 204.255.29.19 (nb291-09.warwick.net) X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/3.0 (Win16; U) X-Authenticated-Sender: kallista@geocities.com Lines: 139 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.transgendered:36508 alt.sex.stories:175314 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 -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet