With Strings Attached

Mike had discovered in his early teens that he got a kick out of wearing girl's clothing, though the only opportunities he got to dress up were in his mom's stuff when she wasn't home. Ashamed of this tendency, Mike had fought it, and thrown his energies into schoolwork instead.         
            In college the urge to dress had surfaced again. Worried that he was queer, Mike tried to find out what his problem was. He had scoured the library for books on sex and psychology. Reading them had educated Mike to the fact that he was a transvestite. He was especially relieved to find out that he was, like most transvestites, heterosexual.
            Mike still hadn't seen his way clear to indulge himself and dress up. He'd lived at home with his mom while he worked his way through law school, graduating at the top of his class. Now Mike had it all; he was dating the beautiful Beth Wagner and had a position with one of the top law firms in New York City. He was on his way up. There was only one thing missing in Mike's life; he wanted to dress up. After watching Alice all day, Mike decided it was time to see what he could do about his urge to dress.           
             Mike had heard rumors of boutique that catered to men like him and, with no trouble, he was able to find it down on 14th St. Once there, Mike went on a crazed shopping spree. Here was everything he'd dreamed about, and he bought it all. A long blonde wig, cosmetics, waist cinch, a bra and pads to fit it, a little contraption to hold his cock and balls out of sight, a padded panty, a garter belt and hosiery, spike heels, lingerie, some dresses, and a couple of books which he hoped would help him put it all together.