Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2019 23:10:40 +0000 From: Annie Fun Subject: First Breath - Chapter 1 - TG - Authoritarian I twisted the key and gently leant against the door, I was in. I had waited for this moment for a long time and I was going to enjoy myself. As I opened the door fully a waft of perfumed air welcomed me in, my eyes immediately drawn to the simple but stylish furnishings that Amanda had decorated her house with. I slipped my shoes off and felt the cool wooden floor against my feet. Suddenly there was movement and noise as a small cat came rushing towards me. "You look hungry Cleo" I exclaimed, which the cat thoroughly ignored. I'd been waiting for this opportunity for a while, years maybe, so had to quickly deal with the official reason I was there, to feed the cat, so that the fun could begin. I quickly rushed the process, popped the food down and shut the door behind me. I'd known Amanda for a few years. We'd met through a mutual friend and hit it off. We had a shared love of art, design, and both enjoyed a drink or 4. She was tall, late 20s, very slim and had long flowing brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders and midway down her back. She was stunning but was also one of those girls with such low confidence that she didn't realise how hot she really was. She was also on holiday visiting her family abroad and so for two, exciting weeks, I had the keys to her flat and a daily reason to visit. As well as having a stylish home Amanda was also an extremely fashionable dresser. She devoured Vogue, and collected vintage designer dresses, coats and handbags. Stylish, sophisticated and with a pert pair of breasts and tight body (she loves her Bikram yoga) she was everything I secretly wanted to be. Today I was going to be her. My heart beating fast, I walked upstairs to her bedroom. I'd helped her decorate a few months before so knew my way around. She had a white metal frame bed with headboard and footboard and white bedding with embroidered pink flowers. I ran my hand along the duvet and lifted up her pillow. There was a perfectly folded black satin nightgown. It smelt of perfume and magic. But that wasn't where I wanted to start. I walked across her room and opened her underwear drawer. I knew I'd be spending a lot of time in this drawer over the coming weeks but for now, there was one thing I was looking for. A week before I'd been invited over for dinner. She was wearing light blue jeans, a white vest top that showed off her toned stomach and belly button piercing. Whenever she bent down a pink thong poked out the top of her jeans. She seemed completely oblivious to it, as it kept on riding up. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It looked so tight, so sensual and I wanted to wear it. Quickly looking through the drawer, my heart still beating hard I found the thong I was looking for. I pulled off my boy clothes, my boring jeans and boring shirt. I was soon stood there naked with her thong (size 8) in my hands, I put one leg through and then the other, sliding them up my smooth legs. It was snug but it fitted. My little cock-lette bulged slightly but fitted inside the gusset. For once in my life I was grateful for being small. I found a pink bra (32C) and slipped it on, reaching behind me to fix the clasp together. I'd been practising since i was 12, so despite slightly shaky hands I was able to do it fairly easily. I suddenly felt a little self conscious and exposed, so padded softly over to Amanda's bed and slid under the covers. It felt so natural; the scent from her pillows and bedding was a little intoxicating. Rolling around in her bed, dreaming of being her, thinking about how she would invite men into this space to use her tight young body and then...WHAT'S THAT? I had rolled over something firm and solid, I scrambled around and found a rabbit vibrator. My little cocklette twitched. I held it up to take a better look, it was at least 8" long...christ, she was a size queen! I couldn't help myself but to kiss it, my lips gently meeting the tip and running my tongue across it. I could taste her pussy so strongly on it, there were even little dried marks along the side. Without quite having realised it, I had been there for a few hours, enjoying being in the headspace of Amanda, genuinely feeling like I was her. I propped the vibrator on her dressing table and dropped to my knees, taking the vibrator in my mouth. I rocked back and forward so that I could feel the big head pressing against the back of my throat. I could still taste her pussy as I started to gag on it, feeling it push slightly into my throat. Just at that moment I noticed a flash..."what the fuck?". I stood up to look out of the window to work out what was going on. FLASH. Shit...why had I left the curtains open. I drop back to my knees below the height of the window and slip my boy clothes back on. I reach up and pull the curtains together. 'What was that?' I think. Slightly shaken I walk downstairs and pour myself a large glass of wine. I drink the first one in moments, pour myself another and sit on Amanda's sofa. Slightly tipsy and dizzy I drift off to a gentle sleep. I wake a little later. It could have been minutes or hours. Someone was knocking on the door. I open the door; a stranger was stood there. He was about 55 or 60 with grey hair, tall, and smartly dressed. Me: "hello?" Him: "oh hi, is Amanda around?" Me: "do you know her? I'm her friend and just housesitting". Him: "that must be fun. I was just wondering if you had signed for a parcel for me earlier" Me: [in my head: fun? Shit, what does he know?] "No sorry, but I haven't been here for long" Him: "Oh right, I thought you might have been around for a while. I'm John by the way" Me: "sorry...I'll keep an eye out for it thought. Goodnight" Feeling slightly relieved I shut the door and lean against it. At that point I remember I'm still wearing her thong, ha, a close shave. I close my eyes...just as I hear a fist knocking on the door again. I open the door; it's John. "Sorry, one more thing, does Amanda know that you're a sissy?" My heart stops. He shows me his iPad screen, a long lens photo of me wearing her bra and thong. He flicks through and shows me a zoomed-in image of me choking on her vibrator. "I think you should let me in" I nod and let him push past me into the house, closing the door behind me.