And then, one day, Mourad left me alone in Paris to go and spend two months in Kabylie trying to find members of his family. He was absent, I had no more evenings to share, no "clients" to visit, and as my mother had left for a trade show in Boston, I found myself alone, left to myself and my secret fantasies, in the Parisian apartment that we occupied on Avenue de Ségur.My sissy outfits had remained in Mourad's apartment, and I very quickly fell back on Mom's underwear, and the sensuality that was attached to her intimate adornments led me to feel an increasingly pronounced disorder in thinking about it.And when, getting out of the bath, I slipped naked into my mother's room, I was immediately aroused by slipping my hand into the drawer of her dresser where her intimate lingerie was. I took out one of her panties, transparent black nylon, adorned with a wide lace of the same color, and I put it on, noting that the simple friction of the fabric on my skin, had caused an erection. I didn't want to be a simple sissy anymore, but tonight I wanted to be a woman!I then opened her closet and dressing room, and then carefully began to disguise myself. Garter belts, black stockings, a midnight blue silk blouse, a tight black stretch skirt... I didn't have a wig, but on my shoulder-length blond hair, I tied one of her silky Hermès scarves. covering my head and tying it under my neck. I then began to put on make-up, which I had learned to do well with Mourad. But my mother didn't have lipstick or clear cream, and I had to adapt to her make-up products, ocher foundation, eyeliner and lipstick!I looked at myself in the big mirror and I thought I was very beautiful; I simpered, caressing me, and I enjoy almost immediately by projecting my sperm on the mirror of his wardrobe. I then knelt down and cleaned my tongue with my warm seed spread on the ice: a delight.And that's when this desire came to me to go out transvestite in the street! I had never done it, or in a sissy outfit hidden under a thick coat, but only in a taxi to go to my naughty dates.It took me two days to realize this desire that tormented me and excited me so much. I had bought a mid-length brown wig, and a pair of feminine low-heeled pumps, and I trained myself to do my makeup a little better every night, especially in terms of foundation and eyes.And three days later, I made a first try. I had waited a late hour, and chose to wear the same outfit as the first evening. Well made up, and lightly perfumed, I put on my mother's fur coat and tied a large scarf over my wig, then I quietly slipped out of the apartment. The thick rug in the hallway muffled the sound of the heels of my pretty strappy shoes, in which I had practiced walking for a long time in the apartment. I left the elevator and silently descended the three floors without turning on the timer. Arrived in the hall, I was seized with a moment of apprehension, but the sight through the glass and wrought iron door of the calm foliage of the avenue de Ségur at this late hour suddenly emboldened me, and I pressed the electric button to release the latch of the heavy door.I still remember the two first impressions that greeted my first steps as a woman on the asphalt of the wide sidewalk: the light current of fresh air, which passed under my skirt, caressed the top of my shapely legs in my nylon stockings, and the light - but oh so exciting - screeching of these two nylon stockings with each of my steps...I fastened the collar of my mother's fur coat and tightened the knot of my silk scarf, and with more and more assured step, I crossed the avenue to walk under the tall trees of the central path. I walked there like that for more than an hour, emboldened to leave the shade of the trees to follow the lit sidewalks, thus strolling through the streets of my neighborhood, with the sole click of my little heels to give rhythm to my night walk. I passed a few passers-by, including two men who looked at me with interest but didn't dare approach me.I repeated this exciting experience the following evening, already dreaming of doing it again...in broad daylight! My mother having let me know that she was going to return in 4 days, I quickly decided - or decided, since I really felt like a woman now! - to go out in the middle of the afternoon. Taking particular care of my make-up, and deciding to tie my scarf around my neck, and no longer around my face, I carefully combed my wig, and putting on a pair of black leather gloves with my fur coat, I went out into the av.At that hour, I m ...

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