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Jordan scoffed as he opened his closet door. It was the night of the big Met Gala. The silent auction. An event where all one had to kiss ass and suck up to all the rich people in hopes to make an impression. Jordan rolled his eyes as he thumbed through his suits trying to figure out which one he was going to wear that night. Of all things he rather be doing, kissing ass and sucking up wasn't one of them. All things he didn't and wouldn't have to do if Brink was still alive.
He looked at his red and black suit. That one was his favorite but was too flashy for an event like this. He kept looking and noticed something silky on the closet floor out of the corner of his eyes. He kneeled down and picked it up to examine it. His cheeks grew hot when he realized what it was. In a box was a set of silk lingerie. In it were stockings, heels, a garter belt and a set of silk lacy panties.
Jordan took the box and upon standing, he was now looking into the box as a woman. His female form. She walked over to her bed and sat down, placing the box beside her. Gently she ran her fingers along the silk.
Red. Red seemed to be her favorite color. This red, this crimson was gorgeous. She stood up and began to take off her clothes. First she put on the stockings. Followed by the lacy silk panties and then the garter belt. She clipped the stockings and garter belt together before putting on the red heels.
Jordan walked over towards a full length mirror and admired the lingerie. Turning to each side, she looked at her ass, her long legs and over all how she looked. She then put up her hair to see how that looked. Sexy. Fuckable. But who would she wear this for? Why did she even buy this? Then, she shifted into a boy.
He ran his fingers over his bare muscled chest, looking himself over in the mirror still wearing the lingerie. Even as a guy, looking at his form this way in the mirror, he still looked fucking good. His toned long legs were sexy even in the stockings and heels. And the underwear.......
Jordan ran his fingers against his cock through the panties. He traced his fingers up and down his long length. The silk against his dick was so soft and smooth. He found himself growing hard as he rubbed his cock through the lace and silk.
"Fuck." He moaned, looking at himself in the mirror with a full blown erection. He pulled down the silk panties and wrapped his hand around his cock. He wondered what it would be like if someone was on their knees in front of him, sucking his cock this way. Sucking his cock as he wore all of this, the heels, the stockings, the silk.
Jordan closed his eyes and dipped his head back as he tightened the grip on his cock and stroked himself faster. What if someone allowed this? What if someone was ok with this? What if he didn't have to hide this? Who would that person be?
He licked his lips as he tried to focus his thoughts on something, someone sexy so that it wouldn't kill the mood. That's when he saw HER, Marie. That night, in those super tight black leggings that hugged her fucking form. He looked. Yeah, he caught himself looking. Seeing her in those leggings and that silvery top. Those cute fucking tits. He wanted to see more of her. He wanted her on his lap that night. He wanted to touch her ass through that fabric.
He wondered if she was a good girl or did she have a wild side. He wondered what it would have been like, having her pinned against a wall in a bathroom at that club, those leggings pulled down and him fucking her pussy with every inch of his cock.
Red. Fucking red.
"Fuck." He moaned. Why did she always wear red? Her fucking lipstick. That was red too. To have those lips around his cock. To have that lipstick smeared on it as she sucked him. Why was she so fucking gorgeous?
"Oh god." He licked his lips and moaned as he jerked off his hard cock thinking of Marie and those gorgeous red lips. It wasn't long and he found himself making a mess in his room, on the floor as he came thinking of the sight of her. Thinking about cumming on that silver top and her her on her knees with those big brown eyes looking up at him.
God he hated her. Fucking Marie. She had the chance to tell the truth but didn't.
"Selfish fucking bitch." He thought to himself as he kicked off the heels and moved around the room until he found something to wipe up his mess. He peeled himself out of the panties and stockings and threw them back into the box. Walking back to the closet, he thumbed through his suits until he found an acceptable black one.
He knew Marie was going to be at the Gala and he was going to make she she knew exactly how he felt about her.
If looks could kill.