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My New BFF Part Five

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Wednesday morning I woke up and took a shower before going back to my bedroom to pick out some clothes to wear.  Although I was starting to accumulate a small wardrobe, I still had a long way to go and found myself with little choice for the day.  Also, most of my clothes were now in need of being washed.  I put on a pair of lacy pink panties, a matching padded bra, and the only clean pair of shorts and blouse remaining.   It had been five days since I wore any male clothes. I thought about shopping for some clothes online, but I really like being able to see them first and trying them on before buying them.  I sent a text to Tiffany asking if she would like to go shopping one night.  She responded a few hours later while I was signed on my computer for work for the day, suggesting we go tomorrow night.  That was perfect since it allowed me to wash all of my clothes tonight.  I messaged back that I would pick her up at seven.Promptly at five o’clock I signed off my worksite and headed for the bedroom to put on the wig Tiffany gave me last weekend.  I still had my new starter earrings on since they said I should keep them in for at least thirty days to keep the new piercings open.  Then, I put on some make-up so I was comfortably passable enough to go to the laundry room a few buildings away in the apartment complex.  I grabbed my basket of dirty clothes and headed to the laundry room. There was no one in the laundry room when I went in.  There was one empty basket on top of a running dryer.  Memories of finding a pair of panties left in that dryer a few weeks ago isvecbahis brought a smile to my face.  It was really what caused me to go to the store where I first met Tiffany.  I put my clothes in one of the washing machines, along with six quarters and some detergent, before starting the cycle and walking back to my apartment.I made a salad for dinner and ate it before going back to the laundry room.  Losing weight suddenly became a priority and part of my plan to look more feminine.  I took a magazine back with me as I wanted to stay in the laundry room while my clothes were drying.  My timing was perfect.  The washing machine was in its final spin cycle when I walked in.  I put the clothes in the dryer, sat down, and paged through the magazine.  I felt so much like a woman.  It’s amazing the little things that have thrilled me as a crossdresser.  Tiffany was so right about studying women closely.My confidence exceeded any expectation I previously had, so when I heard someone entering the laundry room, I calmly continued reading.  It was a middle-aged woman.  She smiled at me and said hello.  I smiled back.  All through the past week or so, it was women who scared me, more so than men, when I was dressed.  I felt they could see through me and sense I’m not one of their own.  In my mind, I just passed a true test of my passability as a woman.  As she loaded her laundry in one of the machines, another woman came in and emptied the dryer with the basket on top.  I didn’t hesitate to stand up and empty my dryer at the same time.  I even stood there and folded my ladies isveçbahis giriş laundry in their presence.As I carried my basket into my building lobby, I stopped to check my mailbox.  I heard a door open behind me and turned around.  It was Gregg coming in the front door.  He immediately said hello as he walked toward me.  I set my basket on the floor and gave him a hug. “How are you tonight?” I asked.  “Got time for a cup of coffee?”He answered in a playful tone, “I always have time for you, Kat.  I just got done work.  Let me take a shower and I’ll be up in thirty minutes.  Have you eaten dinner yet?”“Yes, I have,” I replied.“So have I.  How about I bring up a bottle of wine, unless you really want coffee.”I was pleasantly surprised with his forward attitude as I said, “Wine sounds better.  I’m not much of a coffee drinker anyway.  I’m going to put away my clothes and change into something more comfortable while you shower.  I’ll leave the door unlocked.  See you shortly.”I could hardly contain my excitement as I walked up the stairs to my apartment.  First, I put my clothes away while I thought about what I would wear.  I wanted to look sexy, yet not slutty, showing some skin, but not exposing my genitals in any way.  I didn’t want to scare him off and I was becoming quite nervous.  How do I make sure he knows I’m not a real woman?  Where do I start?I chose to keep my panties and bra on, taking off my blouse and shorts, and pulling on a long oversized short sleeve white shirt.  Looking in the mirror, I could see the color and contour of my panties and bra isveçbahis yeni giriş through the light fabric.  It seemed so perfect.  I felt like an innocent, playful young woman.  My pink nails lit up in contrast to the plain white shirt.  The hair of my dark wig laying on my shoulders against the white background just added to the “girl next door” look.  I combed my hair and touched up my make-up as Tiffany had taught me.  Before I knew it, Gregg was yelling in, “I’m here!” as he walked in the front door.I yelled back, “I’ll be right out, Sweetie,” as I looked over myself one last time before walking out to the living room. He held up a bottle of wine and smiled, “Do you have a corkscrew?” At first, I thought he said: “Do you want a cockscrew.”  It was obvious where my mind was.  As I snapped out of it, I replied, “Yes, it’s in the top drawer of the counter.”He opened the wine and filled the two glasses I gave him.  Then, he clicked his glass against mine in a toast as he said, “Here’s to the most beautiful girl in the world.”Now I was really confused.  While it was such a nice thing to say, I was more unsure than ever if Gregg realized I wasn’t a real woman.  I knew he was naïve, but maybe he was delusional, also.  I knew I couldn’t be that convincing yet.  Maybe he was just role-playing.I thought to myself, what would my BFF, Tiffany, do?  I knew what she would do:  she would just get it out in the open and face the consequences. I set my glass on the counter, took Gregg’s glass from his hand, and set it on the counter.  I put both of my arms around his neck.  He responded by wrapping his arms around my waist.  I moved my head in and whispered quietly into his ear, “That was so sweet, but you do know I’m not a real woman, don’t you?”He turned his head and whispered back, “You are to me.”

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