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Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2001 22:15:46 -0500
From: Tim <jerziguy@prodigy.net>
Subject: SuzyQ
SuzyQ
By Tess (Tim) Laurence
I was 12 or 13 the first time I tried on my mother's cloths. It was a warm
summer evening and I found myself home alone. My parents were running an
errand and my brother was at work. It hadn't occurred to me to do anything
out of the ordinary. It just happened.
Sexual discovery had started a year or two earlier for me. Everyone of my
friends seemed to learn about jerking off at the same time and we were
addicted. There were no girls in our circle of friends so our
experimentation centered on each other. Touching each others cocks and
occasionally jerking each other off was not a rare occurrence. I had even
succumbed to the pressure (and temptation) to give a blow job. Secretly I
wanted to give it a try, but I was unprepared for the extreme excitement
and pleasure that it gave me. Sucking a cock excited me more than anything
I had ever experienced. I immediately knew it was something that I wanted
to do again but I also knew it wasn't something that normal guys would do.
That knowledge undermined my confidence in my masculinity before I realized
that masculinity was something I needed to worry about.
I was in the bathroom, drying myself off after a shower. I could almost
count the ribs on my skinny frame. My build is small boned and the height
gained in an adolescent burst made me appear whimpier than ever. Dropping
my dirty cloths in the round wicker hamper, a pair of my mother's panties
caught my eye. Certainly I had seen her panties many times before, but
this time I was strangely interested. I set my cloths aside and carefully
picked up the panties.
They were pink with white lace trim around the leg openings and around the
waist with a small ribbon on the waist band in the front. Compared to my
cotton briefs these were light and delicate. The nylon felt so smooth and
cool to my touch. I remember my mouth gaping open as I inspected them in
detail. They were far prettier than anything I had ever worn. Feeling
very naughty, I decided to try them on.
I slipped one foot and then the other through the leg openings and slid the
panties up around my butt and up to my waist. For the first time the
sensuous feel of smooth nylon surrounded my derriere, balls, and dick. It
was exquisite ...and sexy. My cock had sprung to life, reacting in a way I
hadn't anticipated. I couldn't believe that my mother's panties would make
me so excited. I obviously liked wearing panties, that couldn't be denied.
Looking deeper into the hamper I found my mother's bra. "Do I dare try it
on?" I thought, but I need not have bothered to ask. My right arm was
already through the strap. Now the left arm and I caught a glimpse of
myself in the mirror with this exotic contraption across my chest as I
fumbled with the hooks in back, my hard cock pressing against the pink
panties. My shaking hands continued to struggle with the hooks for several
minutes, as I panted excited breaths. Finally the hooks were in place and
I marveled at my reflection.
It was me in the mirror but something was different besides my mother's
underwear. The movement of my hands, the expressions on my face, all had
become feminine. I was acting like a girl, probably not very well, without
consciously thinking about doing it. Suddenly I was trying to be as
feminine as I possibly could. I was quickly distracted by something that
wasn't right. My skinny build provided nothing for the bra to hold. Into
the hamper again I grabbed a pair of socks and built myself a pair of bumpy
breasts. I puffed out my chest and admired the results, probably looking
much like a young girl admiring her budding nubs.
Next I found my mother's sailor short set in the hamper. The top was white
and styled to look like a feminine version of a sailors top, with the bib
collar in the back with blue stripes around the edges. I slipped it over
my head, pushing my arms through the short sleeves. The smell of my
mother's perfume swirled around me. I discovered that the two buttons in
the front at the neck were on the wrong side. Next I pulled on the blue
shorts which completed the set. The shorts offered surprises too, with no
fly in the front and no pockets. The material was lighter and softer than
any of my cloths. Each piece I tried on had it's own thrilling surprises.
I was mesmerized by my reflection in the mirror. Feeling the strange, but
oh so exciting, clothing on my body and seeing myself as a girl in the
mirror was a thrill on so many levels...visually, tactilely, emotionally.
Hardly to be ignored was the affect on my sexually. My young cock was
trying to burst from its silky enclosure and my heart was racing. This was
an experience that matched the thrill I received from giving the blow job.
Why did these two things, the two that were the most unmanly of all things
that I had done, give me a thrill unmatched by any other? It crossed my
mind but I didn't give it a second thought. I was having too much fun
being a girl to let it get in the way.
My curiosity next led me to the medicine cabinet. There among the assorted
bottles, band aids, and old razor blades was a tube of lipstick. "Oh
my...if I put it on can I get it off without leaving a trace?" was my
thought. I decided to risk it. With shaking hands I pulled the cap off
the tube. I don't remember the shade but I do remember it was red. As I
moved the lipstick across my lips my heart seemed to race even faster than
before. I finished applying a coat of color and then pursed my lips as I
had seen my mother do. This finishing touch sent me into a state of
ecstasy, almost too exciting to endure. To my other senses being assaulted
by new feels, smells, and emotions I now had added the taste of lipsticks.
There may have been other cosmetics in the medicine cabinet, but they were
beyond my limited knowledge that day. My sexual excitement was already
overloading my horny young body. But I couldn't stop. Looking at my
increasingly pretty face in the mirror, I ran my fingers through my
blondish hair. The summer sun had bleached my very light brown hair to a
dirty blonde. I brushed the hair forward to form bangs and then stepped
back to judge the result. A few more adjustments and I moved on to
striking feminine poses, some sexy, some coy, and all pretty cute. Only
being able to see my head and shoulders in the mirror, I suddenly
remembered the floor length mirror in my parent's room. Out of the
bathroom, I pranced to my parent's room. Now I added a feminine walk as I
moved back and forth in front of the mirror. Next I spotted my mother's
white sandals next to the bed and my heart skipped a beat. They were so
delicate with their thin straps. Fortunately my feet were still small
enough to easily fit these sexy shoes. As I admired this striking addition
to my wardrobe, I remember thinking "it's so exciting being a girl". Tim
just didn't seem to go with the new person I was looking at in the mirror.
I needed another name for this. Suzy came to mind, probably because my
mother use to call everything SuzyQ. Her car was SuzyQ, she called her
friends SuzyQ, even the toaster. It was her playful habit. So it was Suzy
for me.
By this point, Suzy starting rubbing the bulge in the front of her shorts.
The excitement had become to much to resist. I watched my feminine image
in the mirror as I rubbed the silky clothing over my bursting cock. My
thoughts drifted to a fantasy of me on my knees giving a blow job while
dressed in a pretty sky blue party dress. As my mind ran free in fantasy I
imagined I was sucking the cock of my best friend Jim. I fortunately kept
enough of my wits about me to race back to the bathroom and reluctantly
pull down my panties. I had recently began having wet orgasms and I didn't
want to soil the panties with cum. My cock exploded cum into the toilet as
my body shuddered in delight.
As I sat enjoying the wonderful feeling pulse through my body, the sound of
a car pulling into the driveway penetrated my euphoria. I leaped to my
feet, kicking off the panties and shorts. The blouse got stuck around my
head as I tried to tug it off, finally coming free leaving the blouse
inside out. My fingers stretched behind my back as I struggled to free the
hooks on the bra. I could hear my parents coming into the back door. My
desperate efforts finally paid off as the bra came loose. I quickly
scooped up the scattered clothing and threw them into the hamper.
Remembering that this all started as I was getting out of the shower, I
wrapped a towel around by waist and started for the bathroom door. My
parents were already in the living room. As I turned the doorknob I
happened to glance at the mirror and discover that my lips were still red
with lipstick. I yanked some tissues out of the box on the vanity and
began rubbing my lips as hard as I could, then added soap and water to the
task.
"Timmy, where are you?" Mother called.
"I'm here...just finished showing" I answered as I sheepishly emerged from
the bathroom, still wrapped in my towel.
"Well hurry up. We brought home pizza for supper."
It was hard to meet there eyes as we sat down for our pizza. I felt that
they had to know what I had done just by looking at me, like there was some
indelible mark left on my body by the cloths or lipstick. I concentrated
on my food and tried not to look at them.
Dad had been quiet, but finally said "Damn, I was hoping we would get this
all taken care of today. Now we have to go back again tomorrow. That's
more time missed at work and another late supper."
"But that should do it. Then we can move on with our lives". My
grandmother had died the month before and my mother was executor of the
will. Mom and Dad had been clearing up her affairs ever since and it had
been a headache.
"We're going to have to go out again tomorrow SuzyQ, is that OK with you?"
Mom asked affectionately.
"It's OK. I'll find something to keep me busy." I answered. My heart was
already racing with anticipation. Suzy would have plenty to do.