Caught Dressed

Chapter Two

He couldn't seem to control his breathing as he opened his phone for the umpteenth time, then swallowed hard as his mind fought his heart. He had to do it. He had to text. It's why he went through all the earlier effort.
His thumbs typed as his fingers trembled.
I bought some things today. Do you want to come over and see? He hit the send and regretted it instantly, then anguished as he waited for Brad's reply.
Why did he have this need …this overwhelming desire to dress so femininely? Why did he find it so exhilarating to fantasize about the female role …submissive female. Why was it his greatest fantasy?
He slid his hand along his thigh then felt the pretty lace, covering his erection, and the feeling comforted him yet excited him in a way no other fantasy could. It was like this fantasy was embedded in his being; the only fantasy that was as intellectually and emotionally satisfying as it was physically stimulating. Part of him just wanted to play the girl …a somewhat submissive heterosexual girl …in a nice heterosexual relationship. … What's wrong with that?
He dare not don the rest of the outfit he bought that day, for fear he wouldn't be able to control his desire to masturbate …to fantasize about being fondled in the delicate silk and lace material, but his skin seemed to sense the enticing outfit draped over his bedroom chair. His skin was on edge and he knew why. His eyes were fixated on the sensual purple babydoll nightie's frilly lace trimmings, so delicately accenting the sheerness of the remaining material …and the matching garter belt and stockings… if he dared put them on …if he dared slide them against his tingling skin …he knew he would lose all remaining inhibitions and succumb to the idea of being the feminine lover …desiring cock in the most lovingly lustful way a female could.
He wished his brain could deny what his eyes unwillingly confirmed. He wished his heart didn't crave what his eyes affirmed. What the outfit told him…what it made him …couldn't be prevented or rejected. …He couldn't disengage from its allure.