He'd worn so many of them on stage for a costume, that he hadn't realized how much he had started to like them. Not the character, the actor. They felt nice on his skin. They flowed nicely when he moved. And so, it had started with dresses. Only the dresses.
But soon it became other things. Womens' underwear, lacy panties and stuffed bras. High heels (he was thankful for his small, dainty feet). Makeup, similar to the stage makeup he wore all the time.
Oh sure, he'd only wear them on stage, or in the privacy of his own home, but he loved how it felt. He loved how it made him look. And damn, if he couldn't pull it off. He looked better as Edie than Eddie, even. Especially with his naturally long hair.
Pulling it off in public was something he'd always wanted to try. And so it was that he found himself in a little bar on the far side of the city in which he lived, banking that nobody would recognize him, and scanned the crowd looking for a good person to practice on.
Ah, him. He'd do.
'Edie' approached the man sitting there, affecting his best female voice and mannerisms (which, by this point, were very convincing indeed).] Room at the bar for one more?
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He'd worn so many of them on stage for a costume, that he hadn't realized how much he had started to like them. Not the character, the actor. They felt nice on his skin. They flowed nicely when he moved. And so, it had started with dresses. Only the dresses.
But soon it became other things. Womens' underwear, lacy panties and stuffed bras. High heels (he was thankful for his small, dainty feet). Makeup, similar to the stage makeup he wore all the time.
Oh sure, he'd only wear them on stage, or in the privacy of his own home, but he loved how it felt. He loved how it made him look. And damn, if he couldn't pull it off. He looked better as Edie than Eddie, even. Especially with his naturally long hair.
Pulling it off in public was something he'd always wanted to try. And so it was that he found himself in a little bar on the far side of the city in which he lived, banking that nobody would recognize him, and scanned the crowd looking for a good person to practice on.
Ah, him. He'd do.
'Edie' approached the man sitting there, affecting his best female voice and mannerisms (which, by this point, were very convincing indeed).] Room at the bar for one more?
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