Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 9.

I could hear voices in my living room. There was a little light laughter and I could tell that Devina and her guest were making themselves comfortable.

I found myself flushed and felt my heart racing. I ran the tap and put my wrists under it, the cool water calming me. As I looked in the mirror I could barely recognise the face that looked back. Devina had done a masterful job on my makeup.

The suspender belt around my waist felt firm, the nylons wonderful and the material of the short skirt felt good against my legs. I wore some black panties, full, and enclosing my carefully hidden cock.

Again, the laughter, and then Devina calling, “Andrea, come along. Don’t be shy dear…”

I felt my heart pounding. The collar was tight on my neck, but I didn’t want to loosen it. In a strange way it felt reassuring.

I stepped gingerly in the heels toward the door, as I reached for it I found it swung open and Devina was standing there.

“Now, come on out and meet Dwayne, and don’t be shy,” said Devina. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. I remembered what she said, and with eyes cast down kept my mouth shut. I could feel the glossy ruby red lipstick on my lips. With each step out of the bathroom I took, I felt more frightened.