Now his duo identity was not an easy thing to maintain. His lingerie was washed in the half-bath sink in the wee hours of the morning. He then had to creep downstairs to the basement and hang them in the fort. The wig and makeup were also kept in the back of the fort hidden in an old suitcase with a working lock that he found in the second-hand store
All this secrecy was necessary because young men did not want to dress and behave like a girl. Heaven forbid his parents should find out about how he and Gene spent their time together in the fort. That would mean a trip to the "shrink" and God knows what they would do in an attempt to cure him.
The more he dressed, the more it affected him. In his dreams, he was a sexy female with boobs and a beautiful body. His buddy Gene was usually there and he could see and feel him climbing on top of him so he could put his hard cock in his pussy. He always woke up with a raging hard-on just before it was put into him. As he jacked himself off, he tried to imagine what it would really be like to have sex with a man.
Anytime he happened upon a teen fashion magazine that promised tips on makeup he would peruse the pages making sure no one noticed a male reading a girls magazine. He forced himself to remember every description, illustration, as well as product mentioned. He returned to the store where he had purchased the lipstick and eyeshadow and obtained all the items the articles described. Late at night he would practice applying these items and the results got better each time he did.
Then a stroke of good fortune came their way. His parents announced that they along with Grandma and his baby brother were heading out of town next week to visit our relatives that lived out of state and that they would be spending the night. He was given the option of coming with them or staying behind.
He informed them that he would rather remain at home and was informed that Gene could visit but no one else. He waited until Mom was feeding the baby and Grandma was napping before he stole into the living room and called Gene.
"My folks are leaving next Saturday morning and won't be back until Sunday," he told him trying to maintain his excitement.
"Cool. I rescued a skirt, blouse, and heels," Gene informed him.
"I can't walk in heels," he responded in an apologetic tone.
"I know, but they will look great on you," Gene responded.
"This time we can use my room if you like."
"No. The fort has been our special place and I want to keep it that way," Gene answered before he hung up.
Now he had a week to plan. He planned to be fully made up and in the fort before Gene showed up at his door. So all he had to do was get dressed. Finally, Saturday arrives, and after kissing his parents and Grandma goodbye. He retrieved the old suitcase from the basement and headed to the master bath to shower and shave his legs. Wrapped in a towel he then headed back to his bedroom and laid out all the makeup he had acquired.
Two and a half hours later he had done it. He had coaxed the girl living inside him out and he could not believe the reflection in the mirror. He donned the wig and then called Gene before heading to the basement. Gene announced his arrival and told him that the items were at the entrance to the fort. There he found a paper bag that contained a short silky miniskirt, a blouse, and a pair of heels.
He donned his bra and stuffed the cups with rolled-up socks. He placed the garter belt on his waist and slid the silky nylons up his legs and attached them to the ribbons. He was already as hard as a rock when he slid the silky black panties up and rearranged his manhood to a more comfortable position. He then slid on the black half-slip and then the short skirt.
