So I was shown a very feminine selection tochoose from. I was then told to put on one of my new garter belts andslide the straps through my panties. ... silky smooth set of lilacstockings to match my lingerie were slipped on my legs. I rolled them upand hooked them to the garters. I picked several pairs of stockingsmatching my lingerie choices.I was then told I could not have a heel length of less than two inchesbut three was preferred. I chose several pairs of black and white pumpsfor now. . OK."I drove as fast as I could to my apartment. He finished his can of beer and tossed it to the curb as we drove. He sat there with his legs obscenely spread. His package was straining at the denim and I was to soon find out why. I pulled into my designated parking sspace and got out. I walked towards the door but didn't see Jesse. I turned back and saw him still sitting in the car. He signaled me over."Open my door for me."I was stunned. No man had talked to me this way before. But the memory. My firstexperience with dressing was when she would play tea party and I wouldhave to wear one of her party dresses. We were very young and my momdidn't really care as long as we got along. Dad was always at work so hedidn't even know.My obsession with girl's clothes didn't wane. Our dress up parties fadedaway but my need to dress just got stronger. I would sneak a pair of herpanties from the hamper and put them on when I went to bed. I even wentfurther taking pantyhose, bras, and even slips. ‘Tori, it’s been so hard these past few weeks and I can’t wait to have my way with you.’ ‘I love you baby.’ ‘I love you too.’ In a few minutes, I pull into the valet circle of the hotel and leave the car in the hands of a driver. Kent and I sprint through the hotel, skip the elevator, and dash up the stairs. Finally on the 3rd floor, I unlock the door and Kent sweeps me up into his arms, shuts the door, and carries me further into the dark room. Kent slowly lowers me onto the bed and kisses me.