RANSVESTIA

Thursday evenings my wife goes to a Bridge club. She leaves the house between 7:00 and 7:15 and returns between 10:15 and 10:30 except when the Bridge club meets in our house. I have an engineering meeting on the second and fourth Thursday evening and on the other two Thursday evenings I get dressed.

On the first Thursday in February she announced she was going to her club but would need my car; her car was in the garage having some work done on it. I kissed her goodbye, turned off the lights and went upstairs to get dressed. I had just bought a new dress and wanted to try it out. I gathered the clothing and makeup I wanted and took every- thing into the bathroom with me. I took a bath, powdered myself, put on a girdle and bra, and sat down and gave myself a fashionable red manicure. While the nail polish was drying, I applied my makeup. By the time I finished the makeup my nails were dry and I put on a pair of beige pantihose. I put on a slip and then tried my new dress. It was a dark blue A line dress with long sleeves and white collar and cuffs. I put on a pair of 3 inch black high heels, a brunette wig, simple gold ear rings, a gold bracelet, and red lipstick which matched my nail polish. I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like I looked like a fashionable woman and decided to go downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs I got the surprise of my life!

As I stepped into the hall at the bottom of the stairs, someone grabbed me and put a hand over my mouth. I was too frightened to move. A man said, "Where did she come from?”

"I don't know, I thought the house was empty."

“Come on sister." With that remark I was pushed into the kitchen. I had also gathered my wits and realized that these must be housebreakers; now I was more afraid they might find out I was a man. One of the men said, "Don't do anything and you won't get hurt." They pushed me into a chair, one of the men put my hands behind my back and began to tape them with my wife's labeling tape. As the one bound my hands the other tore up a dish towel and gagged me. By this time the one who had taped my wrists was finished and he taped my ankles together and then taped them to a chair leg. It was only a few minutes since I had started down the steps and now I was bound and gagged in my own kitchen.

The man who had bound my ankles stood up and grabbed my right breast. I became very scared, but the other man grabbed the first one's free arm and commanded, "Leave her alone; let's get out of here."

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