I used to bring with me a small bag with everything I needed for a complete transformation when traveling. I was traveling to Paris for 4 days (Monday to Friday). Monday after a long day at work, I go back to the hotel to take a bath, remove my hair before changing. Black self-fixing stockings, black lace underwear matched with the bras, a black corset that I tighten well to slim my waist. I put on a sexy black mid-thigh dress. I finished my makeup (foundation, false eyelashes, bright red false nails and a red lipstick). I put on my wig, I comb my hair. I put on my 11cm heeled boots. That's it, I'm ready. I look at myself in the big mirror in the bedroom and I strip while looking at my reflection of a femme fatale perched on her high heels.At that time I had never set foot outside as a woman. I have always been afraid. That evening I told myself that after 10:30 p.m. I could leave the hotel room to take a few steps in the hallway. I noticed when I got back that there was no camera in the halls of the hotel.It tempted me too much to be able to go out as a woman. So I stayed in the room to take some pictures and browse the web a bit… Around 10:45 pm I said to myself, now is the time. So I go through the bathroom, check that everything is in order, take my little purse and approach the door. My heart low strong. I enter the door. Not a cat. I make up my mind to go out.That's it I'm in the hallway I walk, taking care to waddle me like a real woman would. I walk to the elevator level and turn around. I make 3 or 4 round trips in the hallway, taking care to walk like a woman, swinging my buttocks. I had the idea to take the tripod out of my smartphone to film myself walking in the hallway. When I get to my room, I open my handbag and there I panic. I left without taking the key with me. Here I am stuck in the keyless hallway dressed as a woman. What am I going to do, my God. I think for a moment and tell myself that the least embarrassing solution is to use the phone near the elevator to ask reception to come and open the door for me on the pretext that I cannot get off ....I go to the elevator, I pick up the phone and call the reception: -Good evening, here the reception what can I do for you?-Good evening it's Mr Karim from 505. My key is in the room and I'm stuck outside, I'm not dressed to go downstairs, could you send someone to open the room for me if he Please ? -Of course Mr Karim we will come to open you right away?-Thank you I'm waiting in front of the room.I go to my room and wait. A few minutes later I see the guy from the reception arrive. He is of African origin (Ivorian I think), 1.85m tall black hut. Arrived near me he said: - Good evening Madam Karima, so like that you are stuck outside he said smiling. But you are dressed and in addition you are very pretty in your evening dress. I didn't dare look him in the face, I was in panic mode and all red. And he had noticed it.- It does not matter Madam Karima it is things which happen, in any case you are magnificent. How did you end up outside without the keys?- Me: I always disguise myself locked in my hotel room and my dream is to go out as a woman, but I'm afraid to do it so I told myself that taking a few steps in the hallway is better than nothing and that's it.- Listen, he said while opening the door, I finish my shift at midnight if that tells you I bring a bottle of wine and I come to have a drink with you?- I look at him and without knowing why I nod my head to say yes, smiling at him.I go inside, I turn to close the door, he takes a step towards me, gives me a peck on the cheek and leaves.What took me to say yes to him. I close the door, sit on the edge of the bed, thinking about what just happened. After ten minutes or so, I decide to tidy up the room a bit.I double-check my makeup, open the mini bar and pour myself a drink. Then another, then a third. I needed to relax a bit.At midnight sharp, there is a knock on the door. That's it, it's him. I opened the door for him, he had taken off his work suit. He enters with a bottle in his hand.- Good evening Karima and give me a kiss.- Good evening uh - Etienne, I'm Etienne. I am originally from Ivory Coast but I have lived in France for 15 years - Bonsoir Etienne.- Here he said to me, handing me the bottle squeezes us to drink I squeeze him while he sits on the sofa. I hand him his glass and he signals me to come and sit next to him. - So tell me about yourself, you like to cross-dress for how long?- Since I was 14, I discovered that. But I never dared to go out as a woman. This is the first time today that I dare.- Well in any case you're beautiful, very sexy, I love your style. He said putting his hand on my thigh.He begins to caress my thigh, what a sensation with the stockings I shudder with pleasure. I drink my glass in one gulp. My head is spinning a little - Have you ever had sex with men?- Dressed as a woman yes but only twice but it's been a long time. I dare not go out as a woman. And you like crossdress ...

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