I got hold of it when I got home from work. This fantasy again! I had a hint of excitement at the idea of ​​carrying it out.I wanted to feel like a woman.I knew in a few minutes I was going to walk past a container of clothes. I walked by regularly and I had already noticed that from time to time, bags piled up in front of the overfilled container. I had never dared to stop but I had often imagined finding women's clothes. Maybe this time would I dare? I felt more excited than usual, the call was deeper and more irresistible than the previous times…I approached my goal and slowed down. My heart quickened at the sight of the two bags placed in front of the container. I was lucky. I'm slowing down again. I had never hesitated so much to satisfy this desire. I convinced myself that it didn't cost me anything to stop for a moment, so I parked very close to the bags. I got out of the car and looked around, the streets seemed deserted. The several houses that litter the area made me nervous. I knew, however, that the best way to be discreet was to act as normally as possible, even if it meant making all the noise that was necessary.An impulse seized me, and without thinking further, I opened the trunk of the car to slip the two bags inside. I closed it immediately, returned to the shelter of this cabin and started as quickly as possible. I was shaking. I wanted to stop quickly to find out what treasures my booty contained, but I patiently took my pain and only stopped once out of sight. I was on the side of a very lightly traveled country road.I grabbed the first bag and opened it in the car. I was quickly disappointed to find only an old jacket, gardening boots and a few shabby work clothes. By taking the second bag, I was afraid of being disappointed. But my wish was granted. The bag contained a myriad of women's clothing. I took all my time to find them out. The first fabrics I got hold of were small, fine dresses. One of them particularly glared at me. It was short and sleeveless, with flower patterns in pastel colors. I then found a very girly pink fabric handbag and heels that were too small for me. Then my eyes widened. Ten underwear of all kinds almost drove me crazy. I couldn't help but take these panties, those thongs and thongs and caressing my face with them. I sniffed them and even licked a few.I couldn't stand it anymore, I wanted to dress like a woman. I convinced myself that the darkness of the evening would protect me from the sight of others and I took off my t-shirt to put on the flowered dress. It gave me a lot of pleasure and I wanted to go further. I then took off my shoes, socks and pants. I looked around the car. Nobody. My panties were too much, I got rid of them. I was then surprised by my own tail. She was beautiful and fat, very tough. I stroked it a bit and wanted to suck it. Unfortunately, I was not flexible enough and barely managed to lick it with the tip of my tongue, which already excited me a lot. I then chose a beautiful red lace thong and put it on very gently. I took advantage of the feeling that this piece of fabric between my buttocks gave for a long time.I didn't want this moment to end, so I decided to ride a bit, dressed as a woman. I listened to some girly songs from Beyoncé, Shakira and Britney Speirs while singing. I felt so good. I loved the feeling of only wearing a piece of fabric that didn't come down low enough to hide my legs. And the touch of my butt directly on the dress gave me a feeling of freedom. How good it was to be a woman!After a few kilometers of fun, I wanted to go further. I wanted to get out of my hiding place and take a few steps out of the car. But I was still too scared of people's eyes. I remembered then that I had been told about a secret. I had left this information lying around in the back of my mind, not really taking on the opportunities it offered me. There were gay hangouts. In particular, I had been told about a parking lot on the edge of a national road, but I had never dared to set foot there. Why don't I go there now? I still might not stop there if I didn't feel comfortable in it.So I turned away from the house and headed for the parking lot, which was almost half an hour from my house. At each intersection, I slowed down and wondered if I might turn around. But each time I ended up convincing myself to go to the next crossroads, and each time I felt a small dose of adrenaline. When I finally entered the national road, I couldn't stand it any longer. What was I doing?The distance between the launch strip that I had just taken and the parking lot should not exceed one kilometer. However, it seemed to me to be much longer. I was so scared of what I was doing that I was only driving at 70 on this road, which was limited to 120. However, I managed to regain my composure and slowed down as I approached my goal. I put on the flashing light and slowly walked away. I slowed down again and stepped into the parking lot, the excitement almost making me lose my ability.There was no one in this parking lot. At first I felt a slight relief which was quickly swept away by a feeling of disappointment. I might have finally wanted to be seen taking a few steps in my dress. I stopped anyway and huffed for a moment. I didn't want to have come this far for nothing. So I put on the too small heels that I had found earlier and went out for a walk. I took advantage of the picnic area and I took a feminine step to move around. I felt beautiful and sexy.My heart raced again. A car came from the main road and slowed down. Its turn signal indicated that its driver intended to stop here. I was too far from the car to go back. I stood in front of a tree to urinate. I then realized that I was pissing standing, dressed in a dress. Although the situation should have seemed ridiculous to me, I felt excited.A man go ...

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