Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2001 22:15:46 -0500 From: Tim Subject: SuzyQ SuzyQ By Tess (Tim) Laurence I was 12 or 13 the first time I tried on my mother's cloths. It was a warm summer evening and I found myself home alone. My parents were running an errand and my brother was at work. It hadn't occurred to me to do anything out of the ordinary. It just happened. Sexual discovery had started a year or two earlier for me. Everyone of my friends seemed to learn about jerking off at the same time and we were addicted. There were no girls in our circle of friends so our experimentation centered on each other. Touching each others cocks and occasionally jerking each other off was not a rare occurrence. I had even succumbed to the pressure (and temptation) to give a blow job. Secretly I wanted to give it a try, but I was unprepared for the extreme excitement and pleasure that it gave me. Sucking a cock excited me more than anything I had ever experienced. I immediately knew it was something that I wanted to do again but I also knew it wasn't something that normal guys would do. That knowledge undermined my confidence in my masculinity before I realized that masculinity was something I needed to worry about. I was in the bathroom, drying myself off after a shower. I could almost count the ribs on my skinny frame. My build is small boned and the height gained in an adolescent burst made me appear whimpier than ever. Dropping my dirty cloths in the round wicker hamper, a pair of my mother's panties caught my eye. Certainly I had seen her panties many times before, but this time I was strangely interested. I set my cloths aside and carefully picked up the panties. They were pink with white lace trim around the leg openings and around the waist with a small ribbon on the waist band in the front. Compared to my cotton briefs these were light and delicate. The nylon felt so smooth and cool to my touch. I remember my mouth gaping open as I inspected them in detail. They were far prettier than anything I had ever worn. Feeling very naughty, I decided to try them on. I slipped one foot and then the other through the leg openings and slid the panties up around my butt and up to my waist. For the first time the sensuous feel of smooth nylon surrounded my derriere, balls, and dick. It was exquisite ...and sexy. My cock had sprung to life, reacting in a way I hadn't anticipated. I couldn't believe that my mother's panties would make me so excited. I obviously liked wearing panties, that couldn't be denied. Looking deeper into the hamper I found my mother's bra. "Do I dare try it on?" I thought, but I need not have bothered to ask. My right arm was already through the strap. Now the left arm and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror with this exotic contraption across my chest as I fumbled with the hooks in back, my hard cock pressing against the pink panties. My shaking hands continued to struggle with the hooks for several minutes, as I panted excited breaths. Finally the hooks were in place and I marveled at my reflection. It was me in the mirror but something was different besides my mother's underwear. The movement of my hands, the expressions on my face, all had become feminine. I was acting like a girl, probably not very well, without consciously thinking about doing it. Suddenly I was trying to be as feminine as I possibly could. I was quickly distracted by something that wasn't right. My skinny build provided nothing for the bra to hold. Into the hamper again I grabbed a pair of socks and built myself a pair of bumpy breasts. I puffed out my chest and admired the results, probably looking much like a young girl admiring her budding nubs. Next I found my mother's sailor short set in the hamper. The top was white and styled to look like a feminine version of a sailors top, with the bib collar in the back with blue stripes around the edges. I slipped it over my head, pushing my arms through the short sleeves. The smell of my mother's perfume swirled around me. I discovered that the two buttons in the front at the neck were on the wrong side. Next I pulled on the blue shorts which completed the set. The shorts offered surprises too, with no fly in the front and no pockets. The material was lighter and softer than any of my cloths. Each piece I tried on had it's own thrilling surprises. I was mesmerized by my reflection in the mirror. Feeling the strange, but oh so exciting, clothing on my body and seeing myself as a girl in the mirror was a thrill on so many levels...visually, tactilely, emotionally. Hardly to be ignored was the affect on my sexually. My young cock was trying to burst from its silky enclosure and my heart was racing. This was an experience that matched the thrill I received from giving the blow job. Why did these two things, the two that were the most unmanly of all things that I had done, give me a thrill unmatched by any other? It crossed my mind but I didn't give it a second thought. I was having too much fun being a girl to let it get in the way. My curiosity next led me to the medicine cabinet. There among the assorted bottles, band aids, and old razor blades was a tube of lipstick. "Oh my...if I put it on can I get it off without leaving a trace?" was my thought. I decided to risk it. With shaking hands I pulled the cap off the tube. I don't remember the shade but I do remember it was red. As I moved the lipstick across my lips my heart seemed to race even faster than before. I finished applying a coat of color and then pursed my lips as I had seen my mother do. This finishing touch sent me into a state of ecstasy, almost too exciting to endure. To my other senses being assaulted by new feels, smells, and emotions I now had added the taste of lipsticks. There may have been other cosmetics in the medicine cabinet, but they were beyond my limited knowledge that day. My sexual excitement was already overloading my horny young body. But I couldn't stop. Looking at my increasingly pretty face in the mirror, I ran my fingers through my blondish hair. The summer sun had bleached my very light brown hair to a dirty blonde. I brushed the hair forward to form bangs and then stepped back to judge the result. A few more adjustments and I moved on to striking feminine poses, some sexy, some coy, and all pretty cute. Only being able to see my head and shoulders in the mirror, I suddenly remembered the floor length mirror in my parent's room. Out of the bathroom, I pranced to my parent's room. Now I added a feminine walk as I moved back and forth in front of the mirror. Next I spotted my mother's white sandals next to the bed and my heart skipped a beat. They were so delicate with their thin straps. Fortunately my feet were still small enough to easily fit these sexy shoes. As I admired this striking addition to my wardrobe, I remember thinking "it's so exciting being a girl". Tim just didn't seem to go with the new person I was looking at in the mirror. I needed another name for this. Suzy came to mind, probably because my mother use to call everything SuzyQ. Her car was SuzyQ, she called her friends SuzyQ, even the toaster. It was her playful habit. So it was Suzy for me. By this point, Suzy starting rubbing the bulge in the front of her shorts. The excitement had become to much to resist. I watched my feminine image in the mirror as I rubbed the silky clothing over my bursting cock. My thoughts drifted to a fantasy of me on my knees giving a blow job while dressed in a pretty sky blue party dress. As my mind ran free in fantasy I imagined I was sucking the cock of my best friend Jim. I fortunately kept enough of my wits about me to race back to the bathroom and reluctantly pull down my panties. I had recently began having wet orgasms and I didn't want to soil the panties with cum. My cock exploded cum into the toilet as my body shuddered in delight. As I sat enjoying the wonderful feeling pulse through my body, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway penetrated my euphoria. I leaped to my feet, kicking off the panties and shorts. The blouse got stuck around my head as I tried to tug it off, finally coming free leaving the blouse inside out. My fingers stretched behind my back as I struggled to free the hooks on the bra. I could hear my parents coming into the back door. My desperate efforts finally paid off as the bra came loose. I quickly scooped up the scattered clothing and threw them into the hamper. Remembering that this all started as I was getting out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around by waist and started for the bathroom door. My parents were already in the living room. As I turned the doorknob I happened to glance at the mirror and discover that my lips were still red with lipstick. I yanked some tissues out of the box on the vanity and began rubbing my lips as hard as I could, then added soap and water to the task. "Timmy, where are you?" Mother called. "I'm here...just finished showing" I answered as I sheepishly emerged from the bathroom, still wrapped in my towel. "Well hurry up. We brought home pizza for supper." It was hard to meet there eyes as we sat down for our pizza. I felt that they had to know what I had done just by looking at me, like there was some indelible mark left on my body by the cloths or lipstick. I concentrated on my food and tried not to look at them. Dad had been quiet, but finally said "Damn, I was hoping we would get this all taken care of today. Now we have to go back again tomorrow. That's more time missed at work and another late supper." "But that should do it. Then we can move on with our lives". My grandmother had died the month before and my mother was executor of the will. Mom and Dad had been clearing up her affairs ever since and it had been a headache. "We're going to have to go out again tomorrow SuzyQ, is that OK with you?" Mom asked affectionately. "It's OK. I'll find something to keep me busy." I answered. My heart was already racing with anticipation. Suzy would have plenty to do.