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From: jhj101@aol.com (Jhj101)
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Subject: Hans dies in a skirt.
Date: 23 Feb 1997 11:51:49 GMT
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He died dressed like a girl.
In 1945 Germany, the Soviet Army was crashing through eastern Germany and
taking revenge on the civilian population for the Nazi invasion of 1942.
Whole families were commiting suicide to keep themselves and their
families from falling into Russian hands.
Hans was 14. His father, mother, sister and himself had tried fleeing to
the west but he had gotten seperated from them during a straffing by a
Russian fighter shooting up the road his family and thousands of others
had been fleeing on. When he couldn't find them he decided to just go back
to his family's home at the edge of their farming village.
When he got there he was alone. The whole village had fled. He walked back
into the house he had left 2 days before. As he passed his sister's room
he saw her closet door was left open in her haste to leave. All of her
clothes were just where she had left them except for the small suitcase
she had with her. He had always loved trying on her clothes when he was
home alone so he went in and took off all his clothes. He found some silk
panties, a silk slip, a filmy print skirt and a knit top. Shaking from
excitement he put them on. The feeling of the clothes made him almost
forget that the rumbling in the distance was Soviet artillery.
Almost forgot but not quite. Then he remembered the poison his father had
gotten in case the family couldn't get away. He went to the cubbard and
found the pills were still there. His father had explained to them all
that they would take 3 pills each and would be dead in just a few minutes
without pain, if there was no other way. When they decided there was a
chance to go west they left the pills behind. Now Hans knew he would have
to take them after all. He decided then to die dressed like a girl and the
idea turned him on so much he slowly removed his panties just in time to
keep from coming in them. He wet a towel and cleaned himself off but was
just as turned on as before. On shaky knees he started to put the panties
back on then thought how delicous it would feel to leave them off.
He got the bottle of pills and walked slowly to his bedroom being as
feminine as he could. Feeling warm thighs brushing together under the
silk slip, looking down at pretty legs as he walked. He got to the bed
trembling with fear and excitement at the same time. He had never known it
was possible to be this turned on. Then he remembered reading that when
Japanese women commited suicide they tied their knees together so their
legs wouldn't fall open in death. He took a necktie out of the bedside
drawer and laid it within easy reach. Then he propped the pillows up at
the head of the bed. Moving around in the slip and skirt and knowing what
was about to happen was so erotic he could hardly catch his breath.
He wanted to be very feminine when he lay down for the last time. Hans
turned around and smoothing his skirt against his pretty legs and arching
his back slightly he very slowly and with great care sat down. Holding his
skirt against his legs he slowly lay back and brought his legs up on the
bed. Then he tied the tie around his knees. Carefully arranging his skirt,
he reached for the pills. He took 4 in his hand, just to be sure. Sitting
up in the bed he swallowed them one by one.
At first he didn't feel anything. He slid his skirt up his legs and
admired them and the way they felt and thought of how sexy his dying legs
looked. Then the tingling started in his belly and in a few seconds he was
starting to feel very hot. He started to sweat and shake even harder but
there was no pain except the tingling spreading all over. The sweat on his
legs and the poison combined made him very sensitive to touch and the silk
of the slip and the cool air on his legs turned him on even more. When he
felt the weakness start to spread over him he began to have another
orgasm, only instead of tapering off it just kept on at a wonderful
intensity. As he became weaker and weaker he was glad that he had tied his
pretty dying legs together and that he was going to die without panties
on. He folded his hands over the soaking wet spot on his skirt and went to
sleep. A slight spasm at the point of death caused his skirt to move
slightly up his legs but not far enough to reveal where all the wetness on
the skirt was coming from. If he could have seen himself he would have
been very pleased.
Two hours later a Soviet soldier from the steppes of Mongolia looked
cautiously in the window of Hans' bedroom. He saw the pretty girl with the
rather short blonde hair lying peacfully on the bed with her hands crossed
on her skirt and her legs streched out straight with the tie around the
knees. He thought of what a shame it was that such a pretty girl was dead,
especially with such pretty legs.
The End