Exactly What It Looks Like

“I’m heading to the store, you need anything?” Erin asked as she walked toward the door of our apartment.

“No, sis, I’m fine,” I replied, wanting to get her out the door as quickly as possible.

“Alright, I’ll be back later,” and with that, her auburn locks disappeared out the door.

I listened closely for her to leave, car door slams, engine starts, and then off she goes. Finally, it was time. I had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity to fulfill my fantasy, to walk around in girls’ clothes. I loved the feel, I loved how my slim body looked in them, and now that my sister and I are living together without my parents, I had been waiting for a chance to put on some of her things and hang around the apartment.

I had these feelings before, but I suppressed them for fear my parents would find out, and I moved out of their house as soon as I turned eighteen to get away from the temptation. I moved all the way from Richmond, Virginia to Seattle, Washington. I lived a normal life for a while, and managed to push my feelings further down. Three years later, my sister started at the University of Washington and moved in with me, bringing us to now, where I was just seconds away from her door.

I swung the door open, barely able to contain my excitement, and then made a dash for her dresser. I slid open the drawer where I had seen her put some panties when I first helped her move in, and all the sudden I was engulfed in a sea of panties. All the different styles, colors, and textures, I was in heaven. This was my first excursion into female clothing. I hadn’t even seen girls naked or taking off their clothes before, other than on the Internet. I had many female friends, but no matter how hard I tried, I had never managed to get a girlfriend or even a fuck buddy.

I stripped off all my clothes and then tossed them in a corner and pretended that I was a girl trying to choose what to wear for the day. I searched through the glorious delicates this drawer hid within and found a lacy white thong with a cute little red bow on the front that I pulled out and slipped on. I tucked my moderately sized cock between my legs in order to hide any bulge, and pulled up the panties and let the fabric rest between my ass cheeks, a near perfect fit, though a but loose as Erin had rounded, womanly hips that were wider than my own. The feel was incredible, and I was becoming more and more excited by the minute.

Next thing to find, a matching bra. I yanked open the drawer that contained my sister’s bras and began to search through them. After a few minutes, I found a match, a lacy white bra with a little red bow between the C cups. I slid my arms through the holes and pressed the bra against my chest. I had a little trouble fastening the hooks, but after struggling with them for a few minutes, I managed to secure the garment in place. I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror and my deep blue eyes filled with wonder. The thong was cute and made my ass look incredible, and the matching bra just completed the package. Time to move on to the next step, finding clothes.

I opened the closet and grabbed a short plaid skirt and a white cami. I slid the skirt up just above the top of the thong, and then zipped it. The skirt stopped just below the top of my thighs, about an inch and a half below my ass. It made me feel so sexy wearing the skirt, knowing that any wrong move could give a peek at my panties. I slid the cami over my sandy blonde hair and started admiring it all together. I put on a wide black belt around the top of my skirt to complete the outfit and then admired myself every which way.
I was bent over slightly trying to see if my ass would pop out of the skirt when I heard the door to the apartment creek open and slam shut. I stood, frozen in fear, hoping it was a burglar, or that my sister had just forgotten something and was on her way back out.