Popping Lisa's Cherry
Keywords: Cherry, Lisa's, Popping,
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The door slammed and Lisa's heart leapt. She was alone, finally alone with all the time in the world to pamper herself. She had hours and hours to look forward to, to be a real lady.
It wasn't often that Lisa had such an opportunity, even if she did find herself alone occasionally there was always the certainty that someone would make an appearance before long.
Then there was the threat of the unthinkable... being caught.
At times Lisa was sure she'd go gaga with the pressure; that she'd end up screaming and running down the street as she foamed at the mouth while screaming obscenities at random passers by ...and all for what? Because she was living a lie, all because she wasn't being true to herself, that's why.
Lisa sighed, a heavy, stoop shouldered sigh of someone who has carried the load of guilt for a long time, but as much of a burden as that guilt was, Lisa was resigned to her fate, she couldn't change her nature; couldn't and wouldn't.
She sat and forced herself to watch the film that flickered on the television screen. She was mindless to what she was actually watching and was only waiting for her self-imposed time limit of half an hour to drag to its interminable end. This half an hour was a safety net that she had put into place a couple of years earlier after a particularly close call. After half an hour, she reasoned, there was little likelihood of anyone returning for forgotten keys or similar.
Eventually the clock chimed its permission, school was out, the hour was nigh, and Lisa was free!
Lisa stripped as she moved up the stairs, eager to be out of the man clothes convention forced her to wear most of the time, the clothes that labelled her as a man and kept her bound to the suffocating world of maleness.
A world she longed to be free of.
Lisa knew she had at least twelve hours of sweet, feminine freedom, twelve glorious hours where she could delight in being a lady. A time where she could enjoy the pulse quickening embrace of her brassiere as the garment hugged her [albeit non-existent] breasts, and a time when she could finally be free to indulge her sweet feminine nature.
Lisa bathed in a luxury of soft bubbles and sweet fragrance. She made smooth her ugly, hairy maleness and purred with delight when she ran her palms along the velvet perfection of her legs. She savoured each moment of her dressing until; finally, she was ready, finally complete.
When she was dressed, Lisa drifted [a feminine cloud] down the stairs and happily moved around the house like a butterfly released from the cocoon - she was whole.
Lisa walked between the rooms just for the sheer pleasure of walking as a woman, just to feel the breath from the hem of her dress on her legs as she walked was pure and sublime, it was a joy to be free of those jeans; the icon of masculinity as far as she was concerned.
She felt the welcome embrace of her bra, and although she knew that a lot of women hated the encumbrance of what they saw as a yoke, Lisa revelled in what she saw as a badge of membership and a definition of Sisterhood.
It was too good to last. Fate wouldn't allow Lisa to get away with it, how predictable.
Lisa heard the scratching of a key in the lock at the front door and her blood felt like iced water in her veins. She stood in wide-eyed fear, frozen to the spot like rabbit caught in the glare. If she'd reacted sooner, she might just have gotten away, kept her secret intact, but it wasn't to be...
Laurie stood just inside the doorway, her face the personification of disbelief, the shock plain on her pretty face. She stood, immobile with the bag of groceries hanging from her fist like a lead weight.
'Dad?' She said in a voice that could easily be mistaken for calm. 'Dad... what?
Lisa stared at her stepdaughter, unable to comprehend what she had actively dreaded for so long; the spectre of discovery became a reality and was wearing her stepdaughter's face.
It had happened ...
Finally.
Inevitably.
The bag fell heavily to the floor and Laurie turned and fled, ashen faced and beginning to sob.
'Laurie!' Lisa called feebly.
What use was it? Even if her stepdaughter returned, what could Lisa say?
She sat on the sofa, her earlier joy had evaporated like morning mist and Lisa could only play the loop of her encounter with Laurie over and over again in her head.
What now? What would Jill, Lisa's wife, say? How would she react to this revelation and what would she do? Would Laurie tell her mother what she'd seen? These questions and more whizzed through Lisa's mind and fuelled her fevered imagination. The more she thought, the faster their momentum, and very soon all Lisa was aware of was the rising cacophony of voices in her head.
Lisa sat cocooned by her aura of dreaded anticipation, unable to stir herself her delighted preparations and pampering a waste, forgotten.
Eventually, Lisa stirred, she looked around the room dazed and confused and was momentarily puzzled by how dark it was. She had been sat immobile for hours and hadn't even noticed that night had fallen; such was the intensity of her inner turmoil. With what felt like a load of bricks lying heavy in her stomach, Lisa climbed the stairs and lethargically undressed. She no longer cared what the future held for her, the die was cast and all Lisa could do was wait for the inevitable fallout.
Even though she was sure of her impending exposure, Lisa still packed her precious clothing away in the valise she'd bought entirely for the purpose of having somewhere to hide her delicate ladies garments. She needed somewhere to keep her secret hidden from unwelcome enquiries, and the valise had proven to be effective so far. Then, having removed all traces of her make up, Lisa crawled into bed and willed sleep to take her away from the torment.
*** A week passed and, unbelievably, for reasons unknown to Lisa, Laurie held her tongue. Not that the week had been easy for Lisa, not by any stretch of the imagination, and she had been waiting for the thread to break that would send her Damoclean sword on its unalterable path. The longer Laurie stayed quiet, the nervier Lisa became and more sure she was, that today would be the day.
Lisa's nerves were frayed, sleep had become impossible and she was merely existing rather than living. She hadn't been able to eat since the afternoon of her discovery, she had developed huge, dark bags under her eyes and her flesh seemed to melt from her bones.
She couldn't go on, something had to give, even Jill confronting her about her cross dressing would be welcome, anything to give her respite from this torture.
'Laurie?' Lisa's voice was shaking with tension when her stepdaughter answered the phone.
There was a long silence and then, 'Dad.' Laurie's tone gave nothing away.
Lisa couldn't find the words to go on and she felt the hot tears slide down over her cheeks as her frustration and torment bubbled over.
'I was going to call you today,' Laurie spoke at last. 'We need to talk about...' Lisa sighed heavily and closed her eyes as he listened to Laurie's voice, '...about what I saw last week,' she finished.
'Laurie, I'm sorry, so sorry, let me explain...'
'Later,' Laurie interrupted, 'meet me later, then you can tell me all about it.'
'But...' Lisa went on, 'what about your mother?'
There was another long pause and Lisa fought back the urge to scream out her frustration. She had to know!
To her surprise, Lisa heard Laurie chuckle. 'Don't worry, I won't blab, you're secret's safe.' The relief hit Lisa like the shock of cold water, but she then remembered she still had to face her stepdaughter; she still had to look Laurie in the eye and try to explain. 'Come over here, say two o'clock?' Laurie's voice brought Lisa back down to earth.
'Sure,' Lisa whispered, unable to speak properly. 'Two o'clock.'
'Cool, bye.' A click on the line and Lisa blinked when she realised her stepdaughter had gone.
The interval between the phone call and the hour of two passed at a snail's pace for Lisa. Her stomach was coiled in tight knots when she eventually stood outside Laurie's front door and she took several deep breaths in a vain attempt to calm her nerves before she knocked.
'Hi,' Laurie greeted her stepfather brightly when she opened the door. 'Come on in.'
Lisa stepped inside, her eyes downcast and her manner subdued. Laurie led the way into the living area and settled comfortably onto her couch. Lisa sat and faced her stepdaughter, still totally intimidated by the ordeal.
'Laurie, I'm so sorry you saw what you did, I'm sorry if it shocked you, truly, I am.' Lisa relayed her set piece to Laurie and said nothing more, just sitting and waiting for Laurie to speak.
'It's Ok, really,' Laurie replied. 'Ok, I was surprised... totally freaked, but I've been doing a little research and I think I am starting to understand.'
'Really?' The surprise was evident in the tone of Lisa's response and she looked at Laurie gratefully.
'Yep,' Laurie said. 'It isn't a sex thing, so I understand, it's more of how you feel when you...' She paused, 'when you dress up, I guess.' Laurie shrugged as though indicating to Lisa that she could either confirm or deny her assumptions.
'Yes, that's it, that's exactly it,' Lisa was becoming more and more animated by the second as her confidence grew. Laurie understood, she really got it; everything would be all right.
'So,' Laurie continued. 'You're straight? Not bi or anything, right?'
Lisa paused now, she wasn't gay, definitely not; she liked women, but...
'Why do you need to know that?' Lisa asked, a little cagey. She was unsure of Laurie's line of questioning.
'Well I've read,' began Laurie, 'that some guys that are into the whole cross dress thing can be bi and even gay.' She chuckled quietly and shook her head a little before she looked directly at her stepfather. 'Hell, I dunno,' Laurie said in an exasperated voice, 'I'm just trying to make sense of it all.'
Laurie quieted and appeared momentarily lost, deep in her own thoughts.
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Keywords: Cherry, Lisa's, Popping,