Interview with a Crossdresser

One time I was dressed up and, on her bed, lying there, touching myself, and well... I fell asleep.'

He sat back to the edge of the seat, let his hands hang beneath his knees. 'I woke up hearing the front door open; she was struggling with the key. I heard her laughing; she had obviously been drinking.' He shook his head as of trying to deny the memory.

'I was wetting myself, total panic; my own clothes were in the bathroom, where I changed. To get to them, I had to go past the top of the stairs, and they led straight down to the front door. I could hear her having trouble closing it, then I heard a man, laughing with her, shushing each other so as not to wake the kids. I thought, I hoped they would go to the kitchen, get coffee or something. I could sneak down, let myself out and get my bike from the back. I would have to grab my clothes and go as I was; I dared not risk changing.

'My heart was going mad, I felt sick, and then I heard her say "take me to bed", and I felt like screaming. I heard them coming upstairs; I was trapped. I would have to kill myself; everyone would know - my cycling team, my parents, my old school friends. I would be finished!

‘I had some stupid idea about hiding in the wardrobe, but that was dumb; it was piled high with crap. She never seemed to hang her clothes up; they were whispering and getting real close. I dropped down and rolled under the bed. That was jammed with clothes too, like she just kicked them under it. I pulled some around me and lay still, hoping that somehow I might get away with it.

‘I had left the bedside light on, so I could see myself in the mirror while I was on the bed, the one on the dressing table. I felt sure they would put the main light on and spot me, but they did not; they stood by the bed, their feet right by my head, and faced each other. I could see them in the mirror, kissing, touching. I was afraid they would hear me breathing. I tried to breathe slowly but just started to feel faint.

'I realised they were getting undressed; clothes came down right next to me. He took all his off, but she just took her dress off, kept her underwear on. She sat on the bed and pulled him onto it beside her. I could not help staring; I could see it all in the mirror. I could only hope I was in shadow, and they could not see me if they looked at the mirror.

'They were moaning and she pulled up her bra, told him to kiss her... her tits, that is what she said, kiss my tits. He lay on her, and she wrapped her legs around him, and the bed above me started to shake and bounce, dust came down, and I had to fight not to sneeze. I saw them, and I heard them, and suddenly I was touching myself; it was mad, but I could not help myself. I did myself while they did each other, just a few inches from me; it was so violent. Had she not been moaning and encouraging him, I would have thought he was raping her, but she kept demanding more and more. And me? I was wearing her underwear and dress, and imagining it was me getting it, the man doing me.'