An Afternoon with Marcy

I love the look of an attractive man in drag. The look of a masculine body depilated and dressed up in frilly things really get my blood boiling. Unfortunately, these men are usually emotional wrecks. They carry as much emotional baggage with them as sexy negligees, teddies, and panties. That's one reason why I try to keep in contact with and know as many of these folks as I can, hoping that the stars align with one or another every few weeks to allow a meeting an a few hours of fun before that window closes again.

It was one early winter Saturday afternoon when an opportunity presented itself. I was putting in some overtime at my office, occasionally opening my Instant Message window to see who else was online while I toiled. "SexyMarcy33" went popped on and I opened up a window to talk to "her". We shot the shit for a while, catching up about things that had gone on over the fall and summer. She told me that her girlfriend was out for the afternoon and what she had put on in her girlfriend's absence, celebrating a few hours of freedom by going "en femme" for a bit.

As always, I asked if she was ready to put her money where her mouth was and invite me over to let me see first hand what she was wearing. And then she surprised the hell out of me, "Sure I don't C Y not," came her response.

I had to suss out if she was serious but her providing directions to her apartment sealed the deal. I told her I'd be over in a half hour and signed out before she could protest or change her mind.

Marcy opened the door, being sure to not let herself be seen by anyone outside, including me. When my eyes adjusted to the dim of her apartment, I saw a lovely red head, all dolled up in a yellow sundress with a chunky necklace, earrings, and too-tall heels. Her shoes and short dress helped show off her long, lovely legs.

Like too many of my favorite girls, she wore too much make-up but I knew that it was only a crutch to make her feel even more feminine.