Terry just wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. He lay flat on his bed and he couldn't even manage to close his eyes for an extended period of time. He checked the time on his smartphone. It was two-thirty in the morning. This sort of thing happened before. He would try to sleep, but his imagination would take hold of him and have him think of things that other young men would probably never think. Normally, he would resist his temptation and go to sleep. But seeing as how his parents were on vacation, he had the opportunity to enter the master bedroom and open that closet door. He would wear it without his parents knowing about it.
Terry turned his head to look out the window. The eighteen-year-old man could see the crescent moon had risen above the distant foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. He could imagine that the citizens of Claremont were resting comfortably in their own beds, and that he would be the select few in Southern California struggling to resist his true temptation in the night. He closed his eyes one more time before giving up. He sighed as he got out of bed and left his room. He parents' own bedroom was located on the other end of the hallway. As soon as he entered the room, he turned on the lights and headed for the closet.
He opened the door, and there it was. He had found his mother's pink dress hanging from the rail. He stared at it in silence. The pink dress included a sleeveless top, a tiny white belt for the waist, and a skirt that would have ended at the knees. Terry started to shiver. He touched the fabric with eager fingers. He had always wanted his fantasy to come true. And now that his parents stayed at a hotel in Hungary, he had no shame. Being the only child in the family added more positivity to this particular scenario.
Terry took the dress of the rail and laid it down on the king-sized bed. He took off his own clothes and grew very careful when sliding the dress right onto his slim and delicate exterior. It felt so soft against his skin. He looked into the mirror hanging on the wall. He almost gasped at the sight of him wearing his mother's dress. He felt like he could cry. The pink dress seemed to fit him perfectly. He would be the type of person who had the right features. His blond hair, slim body, hairless legs, and overall innocuous demeanor made him smile. The sleeveless style and the skirt that ended at his knees was a blessing when matched with his appearance. Before he knew it, he began to feel like a female. He imagined himself as a damsel in distress before being rescued by another man. He felt weak in the knees. He desperately wanted to submit to a man who would be there at the right time.
He almost laughed. He should have worn the dress sooner, but doing it now was all that mattered. Now that he did it without shame, he wished that he would find someone who would appreciate his clandestine lifestyle. He could take a picture of himself and upload it on social media, but he still didn't want anyone to find out what he had dreamed of ever since his mother bought the dress.
All of a sudden, Terry heard something from downstairs. It sounded like a faint thud, perhaps a book that fell to the floor. He immediately became suspicious. It could have been nothing, but he had to be sure. He left the master bedroom and stopped at the top of the stairs. He saw the light in the living room had been turned on. He distinctly remembered turning off all the lights on the first floor before going to bed. He now grew a little frightened. It would be likely that a burglar had entered the house.
He made sure that he didn't make a sound when walking down the stairs with his bare feet. When he entered the living room, nothing looked out of place so far. It didn't look as if someone had stolen anything. The curtains remained closed and the carpet had no shoeprints. That didn't calm him down just yet. He decided to look elsewhere for any evidence of an intruder searching for precious items.
He went to see if he could find anyone in the kitchen. The lights remained off. He flicked the switch and checked everywhere. Then, he spotted it. The sliding patio door had been open halfway. He must have forgotten to lock it from the inside. His eyes widened. He began to tremble. He could feel goosebumps on his skin. He took a deep breath as he stood frozen at the fright that originated upstairs and expanded downstairs. He listened for any disturbance in the air. So far, everything went quiet again. He still had to make a quick decision. He remembered leaving his smartphone in his room. He turned around and ran for the stairs.
But before he could make it to the top, he gasped and stopped right at the first step. He looked up to see the intruder standing at the top of the stairs. Terry quickly felt vulnerable. He was terrified at the sight of this complete stranger who just entered the house. The burglar must have been in his early thirties, maybe slightly older. He had long black hair and muscular arms. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He carried a duffel bag in his hand. Terry wished that he could scream, but he was too scared to do so.
Instead, and ran back into the kitchen to escape through the open patio door. But someone else blocked his way, a second burglar stood in the kitchen and closed the patio door behind him. This one had brown hair and looked to be the same age as the one on the stairs.
He whispered with a menacing tone. "Where do you think you're going?"
Terry felt powerless. He didn't know how to react when seeing these two strangers in the house. He could hear someone from behind telling the other burglar to bring Terry into the living room.
The brown-haired burglar grabbed Terry by the arm and pulled him out of the kitchen. Terry didn't struggle as he felt too afraid of what they would do if he tried to escape. He followed the burglar into the living room, where the other intruder dropped his duffel bag onto the carpet. Terry now found himself in the middle of the room with two older intruders staring straight at him with silent curiosity.
The brown-haired burglar asked the other, "So, Kirk, how do we handle this?"
Kirk looked down at Terry's legs. "This is really interesting. Look at him, Dylan. He looks so gentle when he's wearing something like that."
Terry looked down to see that he had completely forgotten about the pink dress. Now, he felt more humiliated than frightened. He wished he had changed to his normal clothes as soon as he heard the thud from downstairs. He tried to calm himself down by taking deep breaths. But instead, the mood in his mind didn't change. With two complete strangers looking right at him, his desperation relied on the fantasy that these two men would never exist.
A little smile formed on Kirk's face. "I have to say...it really looks good on you."
Terry was fairly shocked at the response. "Really?"
Kirk nodded. "What's your name?"
"My name's Terry."
Kirk stepped closer. "Well, Terry, how do you feel when you wear that?"
"I feel...uh..."
He was struggling to find the right words. He couldn't think straight when these two burglars had him surrounded.
"I...I feel like a woman."
He could hear Dylan from behind chuckling in an almost mischievous tone. "That sounds about right to me."
Kirk looked down at Terry's legs yet again. "Tell me, are you scared?"
Terry had to be honest. "Yes, I am."
Kirk whispered in his ear. "Don't be."
He touched Terry's arm and slid his fingers across his skin. That made Terry almost gasp as it actually made him feel quite enthralled. It was almost as if he enjoyed the feeling of someone touching him like a true gentleman.
Kirk looked him straight in the eyes. "I'll tell you what. We can't really find anything to steal in this place. There is some pretty cheap shit around here. So, I guess we'll just have to leave. You won't find anything missing."
Terry started to feel a little hope brewing from amidst the criminal intentions. "That's good to know."
"But we still have something else in mind."
Kirk brought his hand down and touched the skirt. Having another's man caressing Terry's thigh brought an unexpected stimulation to the senses.
