ransvestia

"Going for a walk.”

"I believe they arrest people for that."

"I don't care; I'm going out of my mind."

"Well, it's your neck. I guess you can risk it if you want to."

"That's right."

I opened the door and checked the hall again. It was completely silent. I fixed the lock so that I could open it, and slipped across the hall to the stairway.

Quietly, I made my way down the nine flights of stairs. At the bot- tom, I pushed open the outside door and looked out into the alley. It, too, was deserted. I stepped outside and let the door swing closed. against a wad of paper so it wouldn't lock.

As the door closed behind me, an entirely new sensation swept over me. It was like being born again, like having a whole new world open up before me, like no experience I had ever had before. My heart was pounding. I was trembling from head to foot. For quite a while, I just stood there like a newly metamorphosed butterfly, soaking up the sensations of my transfiguration.

Terrified, but unable to stop myself, I started down the alley toward the street. I felt as some honored sacrificial victim must have felt, elated at the glory, insensitive to the impending doom. I knew - oh, how I knew the humiliation that faced me, the impossibility of it. And yet the alley toward the street I walked, moved along by an irresistable excitement.

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Every move was sending its messages with a feversih intensity. I could feel my breasts for at that moment they were my breasts gently bouncing. I could feel the night air twirling around my legs. I could feel the elastic in my panties roll and unroll as I walked. The breeze played with my skirt. The rough concrete reminded me of the thinness of my shoes. I felt like a dancer on the stage, almost naked, yet gloriously veiled. I reached the street, and irresistably started down it.

It was deserted. The trees, their leaves still young, quivered in the purple-green light of the street lamps. They, too, were experiencing a second, unnatural birth, and I felt akin to them.

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