Lezlie's Cyber Café
Stories
The first time I attended one of the annual
parties was in the fall of 1991. During
the next year, I tried dressing up only 2 or 3 times. After the second party, I began to dress up about twice a
month. As I began to prepare for the
third party, I was asked if I could accompany a single young lady to the
party. She had recently broken up with
her boyfriend and had no date. I
agreed. I knew her slightly from the
two previous parties and knew she was very attractive. She arrived at my motel room a bit
early. She said she wanted to help me
with my make-up. If we were going as a
couple she wanted a chance at the prize for "Best Dressed Couple".
As I said, she was a bit early, so we sat around
getting better acquainted. When she
reached for the ashtray, her movement brought her very close to me. She looked at me as I looked at her. And we kissed. And kissed some more which led to some serious fooling
around. She offered to give me a
massage and said she had some special lotion in her purse. And I got massaged all over.
Something wasn’t right. I didn’t know if it was the smell of the lotion or the feel of it
on my skin, but I looked down at my stomach and all the hair was curling
up. She had been rubbing Nair all over
me. This started a yelling match where
I kicked her out and quickly jumped in the shower.
It was too
late. The hair was coming off in wet
sticky clumps. I was shocked beyond
belief. I finished my shower, cleaned
up and threw on some clothes (men’s clothes).
That’s when the Police arrived.
It seemed that some well-meaning neighbor heard all the yelling and door
slamming and called it in. When they
asked if they could come in and look around I said sure. They didn’t find anything out of the
ordinary and left. That’s when Patty
returned.
She wanted to
know why I had called the cops. When I
explained that a neighbor had called in a domestic violence report we had a
good laugh. And she apologized for
using the Nair. And so we got dressed
and went to the 3rd party, me without a hair left on my chest,
under-arms or legs, Patty in a sexy black baby doll set. I can’t begin to tell you what a difference
having no hair made to the way I looked and felt. I felt so very sensuous.
I could fell the slightest wind rustle under my skirt and when I stroked
my stocking clad leg, I felt as if I truly was a woman.
The next weekend
I was with a male friend of mine who knew about the parties. In fact once he had asked if he could try on
my outfit just to try it out. He asked
me “How was the Party?” When I didn’t
answer fast enough he knew something was up.
So I told him about the hair loss situation. After a day of target shooting and dinner at a Mexican restaurant
we returned to my place to watch a video.
Instead he asked to see me dressed up.
He explained that this might be a once in a lifetime chance to see me at
my best. I had never dressed before any
close friends and this was my coming out of the closet. It took me about an hour to get all my
makeup on along with false fingernails and clothes. But he was speechless. I
was much taller than him in my high heels, but he couldn’t get over the way I
looked. I stayed dressed up for the
rest of the night and caught him several times looking at my panties under my
skirt. And I let him look. It was as much fun for me to show off as it
was for him to look. Around midnight we
went outside in the hot tub, him naked and me in my bra, panties, garter belt,
and nylons. He asked me for a
favor. Would I rub his cock with my
nylon-clad foot? I did. And I realized how hard he had gotten. After about an hour of this, we retired to
the bedroom, where I proceeded to give him a blowjob. I’ll never forget the size of that rigid twitching member and the
way he stiffened just before he exploded in my mouth. That was truly an experience to remember.
