Daniel pulled his car round the back of the shops and looked at the somewhat battered door that led up to his new home.

“Home sweet home,” he said sarcastically.

After the breakdown of his marriage, and being somewhat financially impoverished despite his middle management job. The ridiculous housing market in the area had meant he had found himself moving from a nice detached place in a leafy suburb into a small flat above a shop in a little precinct in an estate a few miles from where he previously lived.

After all, his wife was the one who came from money and had the executive-level job, it was her and her family who paid for much of their previous comfortable existence.

As he unpacked his car with the belongings that he needed to start his life anew, he couldn’t help feeling how far he had fallen.

To make matters worse, he felt so stupid for letting his marriage fail; how could he not have noticed his wife spending more and more time at work and at the gym?

Ever since she had decided that he couldn’t satisfy her in the bedroom, their marriage had been open. It wasn’t something he had a lot of say in, it was more of a diktat. In theory, he could have found new sexual partners, but in reality, the openness only worked one way.  She had the freedom to meet other men, other men with cocks significantly bigger than his and he had to just put up with it.

It really should not have come as a surprise when she told him he had to leave so she could move her new boyfriend in.

Once he had got the few boxes and bags from the back of his car and into the flat, he set about organising his things in the small, sparsely furnished one-bed flat.

After hanging his clothes on the basic clothing rail, he came to the last suitcase.  This was his favourite bag, in which contained all the things that made him feel wanted. Throughout his marriage, he had kept a bag of feminine clothes, shoes, breast forms, wigs, costume jewellery and make-up.

Also in the bag, along with some sex toys, was the small pink chastity cage his wife would make him wear whilst she visited her various lovers.

She would always wear the key on a little chain on her ankle. Many a time she had cruelly sent him a picture of her on her back with her lover deep inside her and that damn little key dangling from the dainty chain on her ankle.

What she did not know was that, in all likelihood, when he received that picture, he would be dressed to the nines in lingerie, dresses, skirts and blouses, wig on and makeup done, tottering about on some sky-high heels.  Quite often, whilst his wife was away, he would chat on Skype to “admirers” and other tgirls that he had met online on various websites. Watching them wank over him made him feel wanted, if only just for a moment. He never quite plucked up the courage to meet them in person, but it was better than nothing.

Daniel carefully went through the case, hanging all the dresses, skirts, and blouses on the rail, sandwiching them between shirts, trousers, and suits to disguise them a little should he have an unexpected visitor. A drawer for the lingerie, toys, and other things was found in the bedside table.

Feeling a bit down, he fired up his laptop and perused the personals sites where he had met so many admirers and other tgirls for online fun over the years. He input his new postcode and ordered the results by distance. He looked at the results and was surprised to see so many fit men really quite close and sexy tgirls not too far away. Maybe it won’t be so bad here after all.

After sorting out the rest of the flat and grabbing a pizza from the place a few doors down on the precinct, he was absolutely exhausted.

The next morning, after a lie-in, he was up and off to the supermarket to stock up.  Wandering around the store, he found himself in the aisle that had the female razors and other hair removal products. So along with his trolley full of food, cleaning products and some wine, he popped in some pink razors, scented shave gel and hair removal cream.

He had always hated how the hairs on his legs looked whilst clad in stockings, now he could do something about it!  He was sure the checkout girl gave him a funny look as she scanned the pink razors, though.

After getting home and unpacking his shopping, Daniel took himself off to the bathroom and started his hair removal mission. Even though he followed the instructions to the letter, it took a couple of applications of hair removal cream to render the hairiest parts of his body smooth. Looking at his hair and body and feeling how lovely and smooth it was with the exception of his face and bikini area. For these more sensitive areas, he opted to shave them perfectly smooth with the scented shave gel and a dainty pink razor. “Round the back” was a bit tricky, but he got there in the end without incident.

Daniel ran his hands over his body and immediately had the urge to slip into lingerie.

Pulling a purple satin pair of panties and matching chemise along with a pair of black hold-up stockings from his lingerie drawing, he rushed over to his bed.

Sliding stockings up his legs felt divine and nothing like before. The lack of hair around his small cock made the satin touch him in all the right places.

He luxuriated in the sensations and couldn’t help sliding his hand into his panties, stroking his cock until he climaxed, making a mess of his outfit.

After cleaning himself up, tossing the mucky lingerie in the corner, getting dressed in drab and generally making himself look presentable to the outside world, he was surprised by the intercom buzzer going off.

Daniel answered on the intercom, “Hello?"

“Hi, it’s your landlord here, Mr Pearce, just checking you're settling in, and I thought I’d run you through some of the things you need to know about the flat.”

“Sure, come on up,” Daniel said, buzzing his landlord in.

Once the landlord came up the stairs, Daniel let him in the flat and was given the full rundown on the flat's features and slight foibles.

After the landlord left, a purple pile in the corner caught Daniel’s eye.

“Shit,” he exclaimed and wondered if the landlord had noticed the pile of cum-stained lingerie in corner. It would have been hard to miss!