Who Fooled Whom?

Jean (38-0-1 FPE)

New Orleans is a city noted for its cosmopolitan acceptance of strange behaviour patterns and also for the world famous Mardi Gras celebration which it has each year. During this festive time, people who want to can get away with almost any kind of crazy actions as long as they don't damage other people's persons or property.

Several years ago, I decided to get into the spirit of the wild Bacchanalia by going out in feminine cloth- ing. I have forgotten to tell you that at that time I was in my twenties, about six feet tall, and slightly built. I have never been considered effeminate in eith- er appearance or manner. I have a good job as assistant buyer in a large department store and make a good sal- ary. My interest in wearing dainty feminine clothing is just something which I enjoy in the privacy of my bachelor apartment, and I consider it nobody's business but my own. Or it was, until the adventure I am about to relate to you.

It was late in the afternoon when I finished getting dressed in my feminine finery. Slowly and with fear and anxiety in my heart I left my apartment and went through the almost deserted streets towards the area where the festivities were taking place. Once there, I knew I would be fairly safe, but in the meantime I had to be very careful to avoid discovery in my disguise.

I was wearing a fairly short flaring skirt of closely pleated black satin, with a long sleeved blouse of shim- mering white satin. Taut dark nylon hose, high-heeled black patent leather pumps and a broad snug belt of the same glistening black leather around my waist, compl- eted my outer costume.

On my head I was wearing a wig of long wavy black hair, trained into a neat page boy coiffure, and this swayed against my neck and shoulders with an exotic sensuousness. I found this very enjoyable and I hoped it would be exciting and provocative to all who saw me,

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