Tea party for a cross dresser

She was up early also. She had an early delivery. A box was delivered. She unloaded most of it’s contents into the fridge. Sandwiches and cakes. She took a 3 tier cake stand out the dish washer. China cups were ready. Table cloth was still in it’s wrapping.

I decided I’d walk over to her place. It wasn’t far and it was a nice day. Once dressed I picked up the bag and headed out the door. I arrived just before 8. She answered the door in her dressing gown. “darling” she said and we kissed each other on both cheeks as I entered. I stood in the hall. The flat had high ceilings. We went to the kitchen. We discussed proceedings over tea and toast. Showers were a must. I had a lot of shaving to do. That would take some time.

There was one bathroom in the flat. I picked up my bag and took it in with me. I closed the door behind me but didn’t lock it. I stripped and got in the shower. It was a standing shower, no bath. I had an electric razor to use on the legs and arms. Doing the legs was quite a challenge. Hair went from my ankles all the way up to my butt and my legs were not short. I had to keep using a mirror to check for missed patches. A lot of hair lay beneath my feet. I turned on the shower and washed my legs and arms. I turned the water off and put shaving cream over a large part of my left leg. I began to shave gently. I did not want any cuts or rashes. Some of this would be easy. Some parts would be awkward to reach.

She entered the bathroom only in her PJs. She stripped bare and got in the shower cubicle with me. I moved to one side. She turned the water on. she washed her self whilst I sat just out of the waters reach still shaving. After she had washed she knelt down next to me. She was going to help shave the bits I could not reach. She was more experienced at shaving body parts than I was. I just relaxed and let her work. She took her time. Short strokes with the razor, washing the blade quite often. It took over an hour. I was hairless apart from my head. She left the bathroom and I showered. It was a great shower. Hot water and good pressure. I kept looking down at my hairless arms and legs. I looked over my shoulder to see my hairless bum! That was new to me. I was as smooth as I could get and free from cuts and rashes. Maybe she had something as well to make them look even smoother.

I entered her dressing room. There was the wardrobe, full length mirrors and a dresser. It was very tidy. Not so much was on display but I knew there was a lot packed away. This was her play area. The dressing room. It contained most items of clothing she had ever bought. Today I was invited in. She held up a small white tub. “This is leg make up” she said. I put my foot up on the stool and started to apply it. Small amounts at first and then more. I stood in only a pair of boxers and checked my legs out in a full length mirror. Blemishes were hidden or less obvious. I then applied it to my arms.

She produced a bottle of wine from the fridge and 2 glasses. “Is it too early to start drinking” I thought. “Probably not”. She filled the flutes with wine. We sipped whilst looking inside the wardrobe. There was an array of clothes on hangers. Lots of colours and textures. I had my bag with me. It contained my favourite piece. I pulled black stockings out the bag. I took my boxers off so I had nothing on. I then sat down and rolled up each stocking. They rolled up easy on my hairless legs. They came a few inches short of my bum cheeks. She pulled out black panties from a drawer. “Try these on” she said.