Chapter 2
Before Richard Gillis seated himself in the big easy chair which had been pulled up to the picture window, he turned out all the lights in his apartment. He sat for a moment while his eyes became accustomed to the dark, then he lifted the binoculars and focused them on the array of lighted windows in the apartment building next to his.
Richard had bought the binoculars that afternoon at a second hand store, a real bargain for twenty dollars. He had heard several people on the elevator mention the latest craze of window peeping, which seemed to be catching on like wildfire. Now he was going to see for himself just what was going on behind those intriguing windows across the way.
Almost at once he struck pay dirt. As though they were performing for his benefit, a man and woman were reclining on a couch, locked in a passionate embrace. Of course they were fully dressed, but the man's hands were toying with the woman as she writhed with unmistakable delight.
Richard watched as the man cupped a breast and massaged it through the thin cloth of the woman's blouse. Her arms wound tighter around his neck and her head moved slowly as she kissed him hungrily.
Then the man slipped his hand under her skirt. The hand was out of sight, but Richard was well aware of the intimate things it was doing to the woman. She was responding heatedly, her body lifting, her hips twisting and lunging with passionate excitement.
Then without warning, the man reached over and switched off the lamp on the table beside the couch. The room went dark. Richard had been cheated out of the final, inevitable climax to the little scene he had been witnessing.
He uttered a low sigh. Actually he was not too disappointed, for he was not particularly interested in that kind of activity. If that were all he might hope to see, then he would not have bothered to buy the binoculars.
He scanned several windows which offered nothing. Then he caught his breath.
This was what he had really been looking for! A woman stood in her bedroom fitting a garter belt around her waist. Except for the black swath which girdled her waist, she was stark naked.
She was a lovely brunette with long slim legs and heavy breasts which swayed pendulously as she worked with the fasteners of the belt. She smoothed the band of cloth to adjust it, running her hands over the flawless curves of her hips. Then she picked up a pair of hose from the bed.
Sitting down, she raised her leg, pointing her toes as she slid the nylon sheath along her smooth skin. She put on the other stocking in the same manner and stood up to straighten them. Her fingers tugged nimbly at the top of the nylons as she fastened the snaps of the garter belt.
Richard Gillis was trembling now. Funny little thrills of excitement were running up and down his spine. It was the greatest pleasure in the world to feel the soft cool touch of silky under things, the clinging caress of nylons drawn tightly over his legs.
The truth was, Richard Gillis was a cross-dresser. He had a complete wardrobe of delicate female under things and a number of pretty dresses. Watching this lovely woman clothing herself made him breathless with anticipation.
Already he was happy that he had bought the binoculars. He had already gotten his money's worth, and this was only a sample of the many hours of delightful viewing which awaited him. It was almost as if he were back home again, sitting in his sister's bedroom, watching her put on her clothes. Nancy had always been very pleased to perform for his benefit. And it was her clothes which he had first tried on which had opened a whole wonderful world for him.
Richard was breathing heavily now as he continued to peer through the binoculars. The woman balanced herself casually on one foot then the other as she slipped on a pair of tightly clinging black panties. She pulled at the elastic top, fitting the cloth snugly against her thighs and tummy.
She turned away for a moment, and Richard stared in fascination at the way the nylon panties pressed around the globes of her dainty buttocks.
Richard began to squirm with excitement. The binoculars trembled in his hands as he stared entranced at the lovely sight before him. The woman paused once more to smooth her hose, and Richard could almost feel the electric glow tingling in his own fingertips. There was nothing so delightful as the caressing feel of sheer nylons.
Picking up a bra, the woman caught the lovely twin mounds of her breasts. When the bra was fastened, she raised her arms and stared with obvious pleasure at her reflection in the mirror.
At last she took a lovely pale gold gown from the bed and slipped it carefully over her head. She pulled up the zipper, then stroked with her hands, smoothing out the wrinkles. Once more she looked into her mirror. When she was satisfied with the way the dress clung to her voluptuous body, she walked to the closet and stepped into a pair of slippers.
She disappeared from sight for a moment. When Richard saw her next she was carrying a handbag. He felt a sudden pang of disappointment, for she was going to leave him now.
But watching her at her toilet had been enough to wet his appetite. He could hardly control his excitement as he went to his bedroom and put away the binoculars in the bottom dresser drawer. He began to shiver a little, and a strange tingling glow warmed his belly.
Turning toward the window, he saw that the drapes were open. He hesitated for only a moment, and then he made up his mind to leave them that way. He was certain that there were people in the other apartment house, looking in on him through telescopes and binoculars.
Well, let them! The thought of it added to the quivers of excitement which welled up inside him.
He had always taken great pleasure in having his sister, Nancy, watch him dress. If anybody wanted to peek in at him now, he would certainly open their eyes. Just thinking about it made him giggle nervously.
Before he undressed, he laid out everything which he planned to wear on the bed. Perhaps tonight, if the transformation were perfect enough, he might dare to go outside and walk along the street. A few times he had been bold and had done just that. It was amazing how many admiring glances he had collected from passing males.
When everything had been gathered, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of his trousers. As he stood naked in his room, conscious of the undraped window, he felt a warmth in his loins, a sensual arousal.
He spread the elastic top of the panties and, just as he had seen the woman do, balanced himself on one foot at a time. There was a whispering of nylon as he pulled the panties around his waist. The cloth was tight and snug, cool against his tingling flesh.
Laughing gaily, Richard wriggled his hips. Then he picked up the garter belt and wrapped it around his waist. His excitement was so great that his breath caught short in his throat.
The stockings were the next item of apparel to be put on. Sitting on the bed, he tried to remember every subtle motion of the woman as she put on her own stockings. Tilting his leg, he stared at the dainty curves. Of course he had shaved them it was absolutely necessary in order to wear dainty female under things.
Pointing his toes, he slid them into the nylon sheath and rolled it up his leg. Then he did the same with the second, fitting it too around the fleshy part of his thighs. He pulled tightly against the top of the stockings, tilted his legs one at a time while he attached the fasteners of the garter belt.
Swiveling his hips, he walked across the room, thrilling to the restrictive tightness of the hosiery. The friction of nylons rubbing together gave off a high, keening sound.
Somebody must be watching him as he walked across the room and returned to the bed. He certainly hoped they were. It added a certain sense of wickedness just to imagine what effect his little burlesque must have on his unseen audience.
Stopping beside the bed, he picked up the bra and fitted it around his chest. The cups seemed peculiarly empty until he slipped in a pair of rubber pads. Then, except for his short hair and his unpainted face, he could have passed for a delicate young woman. Not a voluptuous woman, it was true, but a fine-limbed female with lovely, virginal curves.
Now came the final step, which would complete the transformation. He seated himself before the mirror of his dressing table. Expertly he began to apply pancake makeup, rubbing until it was blended perfectly. Then he tinted his eyes carefully. He darkened his brows with a pencil, extending the line and curving it slightly.
Finally came the lipstick. He outlined his lips, then shaped them with the tip of his little finger. After that he blotted them with a kleenex.
From the drawer he took a pale golden wig and fitted it onto his head. The change was complete. He drew in his breath and uttered a little sigh of delight. The joy he felt was so intense that he nearly burst into tears. If his sister, Nancy, could only see him now. She would be so proud of him.
For several minutes he stared at his image in the mirror, entranced by his own delicate beauty. He smiled wanly. If some peeping torn in the apartment building across the way happened to look in on him at this moment, he would he convinced that he had discovered some lovely young lady dressing to go out. Only those who had been tuned in from the start would know the real truth.
Pushing back his chair, Richard walked over to the closet and took down a velvet dress of midnight blue. His fingers tingled as he stroked the soft material. Carefully he slipped into the dress and zipped it up. Turning back and forth before the mirror, he smoothed out the wrinkles and adjusted the dress to the curve of his hips.
He took a pair of slippers from the closet and stepped into them. His ankles felt weak for a few wobbly steps, but soon he was walking in them as if it were an everyday occurrence. He glanced once more into his mirror, picked up his purse and went out the door.
Walking down the hallway, where nobody could see him, he practiced a saucy female swagger, undulating his hips in a tantalizing manner.
He pushed the button and waited for the elevator. A sudden panic swept through him when the door slid open and the operator greeted him with a cocky grin. But the grin quickly changed to a look of serious appraisal.
Richard tilted his chin and glanced away coldly. But there was an inner turmoil in his stomach, mingled with a feeling of elation. He had passed the acid test. The elevator man had taken him for what he appeared to be a sophisticated and attractive young woman.
As Richard walked out of the elevator, he moved his hips with a seductive wiggle, almost laughing aloud at the knowledge that the cocky young man's eyes were probably bugging out.
He strolled through the revolving doors, and outside, into the night, while his heart pounded throbbingly. Three men stopped to turn and stare after him. Richard ignored them, of course, but he could not keep from twisting his hips provocatively. He smiled when a low wolf whistle followed him.
His sense of elation was boundless. All at once he realized the secret of his success. By watching the woman dressing herself, he had picked up a thousand subtle little mannerisms. He had learned to mimic a pretty young girl so perfectly that even in his own mind he had become one at least for the present.
Buying the binoculars had been a wonderful idea. Through them he had gained confidence, and he had learned so much. This was only the beginning for a thousand new delights and experiences were opening up for him.
His happiness was so intense that he gave an irrepressible laugh, and to his amazement the sound was unmistakably feminine. His metamorphosis was complete.