I changed into my schoolgirl outfit in the boys' locker room at school. I had been doing this for years, so I knew there was nobody in the building. I knew I'd have plenty of free time to indulge myself — I had started slowly, just panties under my pants, since I had been a sophomore; but now I was a senior and really knew the school and its rhythms well. As I pulled my wig on and prepared to roam the halls, I looked forw...

"There's a small matter that requires your attention, Mr. Wilson," the airport screener said in heavily accented English. My stomach churned. These were never good words to hear while clearing customs. "It shouldn't take long to clear up. Right this way, please." He directed me to an unmarked door with a security keypad on the wall. My travel habits had changed considerably since 9-11. Knowing how closely all luggage was...

I rolled the silk stockings up my freshly shaved legs, luxuriating in the feel of the silk against my smooth skin. I had just finished a nice hot perfumed bath and was still coming down from the total relaxation the long steamy soak had given me. I attached the stockings to the garter belt I was wearing and proceeded to slip into the matching bra. The whole outfit matched, as a matter of fact--embroidered red lace bra, th...