I held the satin nightie up in front of me, smoothing it down over my skin and admiring myself. Why don’t men get to wear dresses? I thought. It looked so good, hiding all those creases and flicking out playfully at the top of my thighs, showing off my nice sturdy legs. My legs were my best feature. They were strong, from standing up at work all day. I had nicely defined calves, and I wasn't afraid to admit it.
Maybe I would fit into this nightgown after all....
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Alan is tired of being told to 'man up'. Just because he's overweight and a little lacking in self-esteem, that doesn't mean he doesn't have wants and needs.
It's just that, until he looks at some clothes in the spare room one day, he doesn't realise quite what his 'wants and needs' really are... And which 'older woman' is going to be the one to finally show him...
This is a first-time cross-dressing erotica story, with taboo themes, and adult content.
Maybe I would fit into this nightgown after all....
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Alan is tired of being told to 'man up'. Just because he's overweight and a little lacking in self-esteem, that doesn't mean he doesn't have wants and needs.
It's just that, until he looks at some clothes in the spare room one day, he doesn't realise quite what his 'wants and needs' really are... And which 'older woman' is going to be the one to finally show him...
This is a first-time cross-dressing erotica story, with taboo themes, and adult content.
