Popping Lisa's Cherry

The door slammed and Lisa's heart leapt. She was alone, finally alone with all the time in the world to pamper herself. She had hours and hours to look forward to, to be a real lady.

It wasn't often that Lisa had such an opportunity, even if she did find herself alone occasionally there was always the certainty that someone would make an appearance before long.

Then there was the threat of the unthinkable... being caught.

At times Lisa was sure she'd go gaga with the pressure; that she'd end up screaming and running down the street as she foamed at the mouth while screaming obscenities at random passers by ...and all for what? Because she was living a lie, all because she wasn't being true to herself, that's why.

Lisa sighed, a heavy, stoop shouldered sigh of someone who has carried the load of guilt for a long time, but as much of a burden as that guilt was, Lisa was resigned to her fate, she couldn't change her nature; couldn't and wouldn't.

She sat and forced herself to watch the film that flickered on the television screen. She was mindless to what she was actually watching and was only waiting for her self-imposed time limit of half an hour to drag to its interminable end. This half an hour was a safety net that she had put into place a couple of years earlier after a particularly close call. After half an hour, she reasoned, there was little likelihood of anyone returning for forgotten keys or similar.

Eventually the clock chimed its permission, school was out, the hour was nigh, and Lisa was free!

Lisa stripped as she moved up the stairs, eager to be out of the man clothes convention forced her to wear most of the time, the clothes that labelled her as a man and kept her bound to the suffocating world of maleness.

A world she longed to be free of.

Lisa knew she had at least twelve hours of sweet, feminine freedom, twelve glorious hours where she could delight in being a lady. A time where she could enjoy the pulse quickening embrace of her brassiere as the garment hugged her [albeit non-existent] breasts, and a time when she could finally be free to indulge her sweet feminine nature.