💖 In The Closet 💖
By Brea Lynn ✨
Brea had just walked through the front door, exhausted from a long day at work. She expected to find her boyfriend, Jake, lounging on the couch, waiting to greet her. Instead, she froze mid-step, her eyes widening in disbelief as they landed on a shocking sight in her bedroom wardrobe.
There, draped over her clothes rack, was Jake — her usually masculine boyfriend clad in her lacy bra and panty set, his face scrunched up in concentration as he evaluated the reflection in her full-length mirror. His gaze roamed over his own body, clearly assessing the fit and evaluating his masculine features against the feminine undergarments.
Brea’s initial shock gave way to a mix of embarrassment and indignation. How dare he invade her most intimate space and violate the trust she had in their relationship? She felt a wave of disgust wash over her at the thought of his hands in her bras and panties, touching what she reserved for herself.
But as she stood there, gathering her thoughts, a wicked idea began to form in her mind. The truth was, Jake had often expressed a secret curiosity about exploring his feminine side, albeit in a casual, hypothetical manner. Brea had always been understanding and supportive, ensuring he knew she would never pressure him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
Now, faced with the reality of his clandestine desires, she saw an opportunity to indulge his fantasies while reclaiming the control she felt he had unfairly usurped. With a deliberate, measured pace, Brea approached Jake, her expression a perfect balance of stern disapproval and sultry interest.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” she purred, her voice dripping with a seductive edge. “Looks like someone’s been playing dress-up in my closet while I’m out working my ass off.”
Jake’s eyes snapped towards her, a guilty flush spreading across his cheeks as he quickly tried to step back, his hands fumbling with her lingerie. Brea swiftly closed the distance, her fingers trailing down his chest as she coaxed him back towards the mirror.
“Shh, let’s not be embarrassed, baby,” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “I think it’s kind of hot, don’t you?”
Jake’s chest heaved with a nervous breath as he nodded, his gaze locked with hers in the reflection. Brea smiled, a knowing glint in her eye as she reached for her makeup bag.
“Let’s take this to the next level, then,” she murmured, applying a bold red lip color to her own mouth. “I’ll show you how a real woman gets dressed up.”
With that, Brea reached out and began unfastening Jake’s bra, guiding it off his shoulders as she skillfully slid her own into place. She hooked the cup over his nipple, teasing the hardened peak through the delicate lace before moving on to his pants.
“Your turn, handsome,” she purred, kneeling before him to work the zipper down his jeans. “Let’s see how you look in something a little more… femme.”
As Jake stepped out of his pants, Brea’s skilled hands molded his masculine form to the curves of her dresses and skirts, each garment chosen to accentuate his physique in a way that was at once provocative and alluring.
By the time she’d dressed him in a lavender pencil skirt and a silky blouse, Jake was panting with a mix of nerves and arousal, his eyes glazed over with a submissive hunger that Brea found incredibly appealing.
“Look at you,” she praised, running her fingers through his hair as she admired their reflection. “You wear these clothes like they were made for you. Maybe they were, after all…”
With a sly smile, Brea took Jake’s hand, leading him towards the bedroom where their evening of mutual exploration and sissification was only just beginning.