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Walk in the Snowby: Charles Parker
Brian was 16. His parents had gone skiing and he was alone at home for the first time. His elder sister had moved and lived many miles away.
The snow was falling outside and the house was warm. He entered his sisters old bedroom and opened the drawers in her dressing table. The underwear she had left behind was satin and lace. Brian was only 5ft 5ins and 130 pounds with small hands and feet. He had always wanted to know what it would feel like to be dressed as a girl. He had taken a shower and was closely shaved all over. The bra fit perfectly and he inserted the breast forms that he had bought a few weeks ago. The garter belt was silky and clipped onto the stockings that he slid up his smooth legs. The panties were soft and trimmed with lace. A white satin blouse caressed him as he tucked it into the waistband of the short flared skirt with the wide belt. Brian pushed his feet into the knee length boots and pulled up the zips, encasing his lower legs in tight leather.
He shook out his shoulder length hair and brushed it into a feminine style. Brian made up his face carefully finishing with a pale pink shiny lipstick. He painted his nails the same shade.
He felt good, excited but nervous. This was his first time fully dressed.
Brian looked out of the window to see that the snow was six inches deep but had stopped falling. The sky was clear on a cold crisp day. He had never been out like this but he could not resist the temptation.
He put on the long coat that came to below his knees and pulled up the large hood so that it framed his face. The purse was hung from his shoulder and he stepped outside the back door of his house into the snow. He closed the door and went through the back garden gate into a deserted lane.
As he walked his boots with their 4in heels kept his feet warm and a cold breeze blew up under his coat and caressed his silken clad legs. He was in heaven.
As he reached the main street there were people making their way by and he felt very nervous and vulnerable dressed as he was. Brian need not have worried since any glances he received took him to be a good looking young girl.
His heart was racing as he sat on a park bench to recover his breath. Brian felt in his purse to check on its contents and suddenly realised to his horror that he had forgotten his door keys. What was he to do ?
End of part one.
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