My Initiation
Keywords: Initiation, My,
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*Chapter 1*
She was ambling slowly through the mall gazing in shop windows. A stunningly beautiful brunette wearing dark stockings over long shapely legs, a white cotton blouse decorated with delicate embroidery and a beige skirt that seemed to hug the hips then flair out at the knees. Unable to help myself, I stared openly at her legs beneath the skirt, the shape of her gorgeous body, letting my eyes roam up to her small, but perfect breasts, and up to her beautiful face. And there I lingered drinking in the beauty.
I'm a face person. There are leg men, breast men and bottom men but I look at the face. A beautiful face always attracts me first. Especially the eyes. And she had eyes that caused the pulse to leap and the heart to flutter. Dark and sultry. Come to bed eyes. Somehow, I thought she looked familiar. Hadn't I seen her somewhere before?
She must have felt my gaze on her, because she stopped and looked right at me. Those beautiful eyes opened wide and her hand flew up to her mouth, the colour draining from her face. She turned on her heel and almost ran out of the mall doors. I caught sight, with a small thrill, the flash of white lace below her skirt and thought I saw the distinct outline of a thong through the thin material of her skirt as she disappeared. I took a deep breath. Did I know her? I didn't think so but I'd certainly seen her somewhere before. Strange reaction too. Perhaps it was someone else she had seen. I looked around and mentally shrugged then continued my window shopping trip.
I was sitting in my office on Monday morning when there was a knock on the door and Mike Davis poked his head in.
"Steve, got a minute?" he said.
"Sure Mike, come on in" I replied. He worked in another department but I'd seen him around the corridors. We were only really on nodding terms. He stepped in and slowly walked over to my desk.
I looked at him closely. He looked awful.
"Hey Mike" I said "What's up. You look terrible"
He sat down opposite and looked into his lap. "It's about Saturday," he mumbled.
I searched my memory for what he could be talking about.
"Saturday? What happened Saturday? I said. Had someone in his family died? Been robbed? House burned down?
"In the mall - Saturday morning. When you saw me." he said as he looked up.
I was sure I hadn't seen him but while pondering this he said "You were looking right at me."
"Mike I don't know wh ..." I started
"I just wanted to ask you not to say anything to anyone. I'd be finished here if it got out. Everybody would laugh" he said.
"Mike, what are you talking about?" Then it hit me. The girl with the beautiful eyes. That familar face.
"That was y..?"
"You know it was. You were staring at me with your mouth open" he exclaimed "Why do you think I ran?"
He looked thoroughly miserable. His fingers were screwing the end of his tie into a ball.
"Mike, I never realised it was you." I said "I just was admiring a good looking girl. I always stare at good looking girls." Pausing, I said "You mean you dress up in...in.."
"Yes!" he said "Don't piss me about Mike. You knew it was me."
I looked at him.. Yes it was. The eyes of course. That's how I'd thought I recognised him. I smiled.
"Mike." I said calm down. Have a coffee" I got up and went to my coffee machine, my mind in a whirl. How could this wreck of a man sitting in my office chair be that wonderful girl in the Mall?
I took his coffee over to him and sat on the desk facing him.
"First" I said "I have no intention telling anyone. That's not my style. Second, I thought I recognised your face but dismissed it as a mistake. Third, I thought I was looking at a beautiful girl, so I stared. Was that really you?... Wow" I smiled.
He looked at me, searching my face for the truth
"You're not kidding are you?" he pleaded "
"Scout's honour" I said saluting him "If you hadn't come in here confessing, I wouldn't have made the connection. You would have fooled anyone."
"I didn't go out to fool anyone" he said
"Sorry" I said "Perhaps enchanted would be a better word." I smiled
He looked a lot better now. The colour was returning to his cheeks. He smiled back.
"It was my first time out of the house y'know" he said "I've always been too scared to venture out dressed... in.. you know"
There was an awkward silence while I searched for a line. The guy was clearly upset.
"How long have you been err.. dressing in.. err" I said lamely. He hesitated, perhaps wondering if he could trust me.
"Ever since I was young. "he said quietly. "I've always had a 'thing' about women's clothing" he sighed "but I've only been fully dressing for about 6 months. I've always kept in my house but on Saturday I really wanted to go out. To see if I could look like a real woman"
"Well Mike.. You certainly succeeded. You looked one hundred percent woman to me." I said. It wasn't a lie. I had thought I was looking at a stunning girl. Somehow, the idea now disturbed me, but in an mildly erotic way.
The change was miraculous. He seemed to grow in his chair. The worry lines faded and he grinned back at me.
"You're not kidding are you. I was so worried that I would come in today hearing lewd comments and people giggling. The idiots in my department are always talking about somebody and I thought if it got out.."
"I wouldn't do that Mike" I said seriously "I'm not like that."
My own life wasn't too squeaky clean since my wife had left me - Internet porn, late night chat rooms, cybersex etc. loneliness and a lack of sexual satisfaction can do funny things so who was I to criticise? And to be honest, I was fascinated by he thought of a man dressing in female clothing. I had always found women more attractive in clothing than out of it. When you've seen one shaved twat you've seen 'em all and breasts were usually the same shape. But a girl dressed in really expensive clothing – and especially underwear was, for me, a real delight.
"Thanks Steve" he said gratefully "Anything I can do for you..."
"Nonsense pal." I said "But I'd check my fingernails before coming into work if I were you." I looked at his hands
He looked down and saw a speck of red nail varnish on his little finger. We both laughed and he got up and went to the door, scratching at the red mark.
"Thanks for being so understanding. I feel a lot better now." he said
"Don't mention it" I said "Oh and Mike" he paused looking at me warily, "You really were stunningly beautiful"
He blushed and grinned but at the same time gave me a curious look . And disappeared closing the door.
*Chapter 2*
I saw a fair bit of Mike over the next few weeks. We'd stop and chat in the corridors, he'd pop into the office for a coffee occasionally and although he was in a different department, always seemed to be around. I liked this. He was a good laugh but I never forgot that beautiful girl with the 'knock-out' eyes.
One Friday night he popped his head into my door and said "There's a few of us going to the pub after work. Wanna come?"
I thought it over. I hadn't been out for three years and I suppose I was stuck in a bit of a social rut. Socialising wasn't my way of enjoying myself anymore. "No thanks Mike. I got loads to d..."
"Oh please Steve. I'd really like your company. Most of them are real pratts and I need a mate." He looked desperate and he called me a 'mate'. I was touched. I had no 'mates'. No friends at all really and if he considered me a 'mate' then a mate I would like to be.
I laughed "OK then but only for an hour"
"Great" he said, his face breaking into a grin "See you at five." and slammed the door.
He was right. They were pratts. Wannabe yuppies. Telling tales about their workmates.. 'so and so was dating'.. 'somebody in purchase was purported to be gay' - the head of sales was shagging the general manager's wife... All they could talk about were other people's secrets. It was all complete bollocks.
Mike looked at me, his eyebrows raised and murmured quietly, "You see what would have happened if they'd found out? I'd have been crucified."
I nodded. "You work with this lot?" I murmured "They're morons"
"I know" he said out of the corner of his mouth. "I get this all day. That's why you're here. Moral support." He grinned.
"No-one's spoken to me yet" I protested.
"Count yourself lucky." he laughed. "Join in if you want"
I smiled at the challenge and thought about it for a few minutes 'OK' I thought 'go for it!'
"You know Shirley in asset maintenance control is a lesbian" I said loudly. The group were shocked into silence.
"She's been seen with several women." I said. "Been taking them home for weekends. I understand she likes.." I whispered "leather and warm custard"
I had them. They were riveted and the silence was complete. A thin gawky girl put her hand to her mouth and looked horrified but excited. "Really" she exclaimed breathlessly. "What does she do with the custard?"
I cupped my hand round my mouth and whispered "Goes inside the leather. Feels wonderful I'm told. Instant orgasm. Try it"
They broke into frenzied chatter, "I wouldn't have thought it"... "Is she the blonde" ... "She seemed a nice girl"... "Custard?".. and so on.
"Who's Shirley and where the hell is asset maintenance control?" said Mike, an amused look on his face.
"Dunno" I said "just made it up."
I think it was one of those moments that cements a friendship. We laughed till our sides were aching. Tears rolled down our cheeks and the pain in the diaphragm lasted into the next day.
"That's why I asked you to come" he spluttered "You saved my life tonight" He slowly stopped smiling "It's getting to be a habit " he said softly.
I looked into his eyes and saw the girl again.
"Aww knock it off" I said "haven't had so much fun for years"
"How many years?" he asked quietly.
"Come on" I said and grabbing my glass headed for the bar. We found a couple of stools at a quiet end of the bar and ordered another drink.
"Lots of years" I grimaced and took a sip.
"That sounds like a long story" he said quietly.
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Keywords: Initiation, My,