By my sophomore year of college I had performed well enough in the class room that I had earned a few scholarships. This meant that my folks were saving money while I was getting my learn on. It also meant that my dad had promised me that if I rode it out for one more year in the dorms that by my junior year I could move off campus. The thought of finally having a place to call my own and be free to wear almost full time was all the motivation I needed. As I settled into my hectic schedule of class, work and an active weekend social life I started to feel at ease. I had learned a lot in my freshman year and become quite efficient with my daily hustle. I had begun to pick up some more time at work, trying to save up as much money as I could for my eventual move off campus.
In the process of working more I had ingratiated myself to the owners of the coffee shop. They were a wonderfully generous and happily married couple with long standing family roots in the Charlotte area. Mike and Kim had become my Charlotte parents. They had two daughters and a son, all under the age of 10. They had extended me the kindness of joining them for Easter dinner when I couldn't get back home because of finals. Mike was a handsome man in his late thirties, slightly taller than me at 6'3" and 240lbs on a linebackers frame. Kim was smoking hot though. She was about 5'7" slender frame and incredibly fit. She had been a cheerleader in college at NCState and even after three kids she was in great shape. She was oft seen swinging in for a latte before she headed off to the gym, sports bra struggling to hold her d cup breasts and a tight pair of yoga pants accentuating her sculpted ass. She was everything I wish I was when I dressed.
As fall began to settle in, in NC, Mike and Kim decided to take there happy little family out to there cottage in Hatteras for one last week away before it got to cold. So on Thursday as I was cleaning up after close Mike approached me and asked me for a favor. He and Kim would be grateful if I could house sit for them while they were away. I couldn't think of anything I could have wanted more than to help them out and blurted out a yes before Mike had even finished asking. I was going to get a week away from the dorms, a whole week where I could walk around in my panties, a whole week where I didn't have to hear my new dorm mate Alex snore all night. It was going to be my "dress rehearsal" for when I had my own place and it was going to be perfect.
Mike and the fam set off for the coast on Saturday morning and I was there to see them off. I had accepted the first offer for companionship at the bars the night before so I could get home early and get a good night sleep. I wanted to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for Mike and Kim when they left me with there home for the week. Have no fear I was here to take care of it all. Mike had even given me the key to the drop box at the bank so I could drop the weekend deposit. This was what being a responsible adult felt like and I loved it. Shortly after they set off on their happy family adventure I backed my car into the garage. I busied myself familiarizing myself with their home, how their remotes worked, which rooms had windows that the neighbors could see in. Around noon I ran out and got some lunch, I had on a pair of hot pink spandex boy shorts on under my shorts. When I returned to the house and parked in the garage I unloaded a sizable portion of my trunk panty collection into the spare bedroom. I took quite a bit of time putting on different panties and parading around the house. I watched a little Sports Center on the couch in a pair green bikini cut panties and some black thigh highs. It was heavenly.
For dinner I ordered a pizza and answered the door when it arrived dressed as Katie in a cute floral pattern summer dress. I am pretty sure I had fooled the teenage boy dropping the pizza off. After a couple of slices I walked upstairs to the my bedroom and slid out of my get up. As I pondered what to wear next a thought crept into my head. I don't know what made me act on my deviant thought but I did. I walked down the hall to Mike and Kim's master suite and flipped on the lights. I proceeded to open the drawers in the dressers until I found Kim's panty drawer. Inside was a menagerie of the nicest panties I had ever seen. This woman had every pair that Victoria Secret had ever made. Colors, cuts and fabrics I had always imagined owning myself some day. I reached in and pulled a pair of light pink, bikini briefs with lace at the top and a cute little keyhole with a ribbon in the back. I slid into them and immediately fell in love. They were soft and sensual, this is what it felt like to be a woman as confident as Kim. With no trouble at all I found a bra that matched the panties and slipped it on. Heading to the closet I could feel a bounce in my step. Inside the walk-in closet was myriad of beautiful dresses, skirts and blouses. It was a complete sensory overload for me.
I tried on five or six outfits before settling on an amazing, tight little spaghetti strapped red micro dress. Looking at myself in the full length mirror I looked so pretty, I could only imagine that Kim looked drop dead gorgeous in this number. I walked back to the dresser and began to search for some nylons to wear. I found some sexy black thigh highs and a super lacy garter belt. I could only imagine the line of business men that would be lined up to fuck me silly in this outfit. I bounded out of the bedroom and downstairs to the living room. I snapped a couple of selfies with my phone and spread out on the couch. I settled on a show on the tv and laid back to relax. The temptation to head out on the town was so unbelievable. I had on a pretty face and my blond shoulder length wig. I would have been the most popular girl at the bars, but I could not risk anything happening to Kim's things. So I just laid there as the show droned on and admiring the way my boner looked in the tight red fabric. I must have been more tired than I thought because at some point I dosed of. I never heard the door from the garage into the house open and close. I most certainly didn't hear Mike walk into the living room, well that is until it was too late.
"And who the fuck are you supposed to be?!?" Came the startling voice from the doorway between the kitchen and living room.
I froze in utter terror. "Umm... Ummm... Oh my god I am so..." Sorry? Busted? Fucked? I couldn't even finish the sentence because of all the thoughts flooding through my head.
"Why in the hell are you wearing women's clothing? Are those my wife's clothes? Oh my god are those my wife's panties?" He was still standing in the doorway as he took in the scene that lay before him.
"Well... I just... What are you doing home?" I stammered and then began to panic that if he was home the rest of the family was home too. Oh god how would he explain this to his kids. I was totally fired for sure, but that was probably the least of my worries. I began to sit up. To make any attempt to exit this horrible situation any way possible.
"Oh no you don't. You stay right where you are at. You have any answers for why I walked into my house and found you all sissied up?"