\[Seeing where this beginning of a story leads. I don't have it figured all out and maybe it will grow organically. There's part fantasy, part reality, part journaling, part self-discovery. \] \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*

“Wow. Look at all these panties and lingerie. They're so gorgeous.” The crossdresser in me was thrilled.

i was in the basement of my duplex looking into the dryer full of Women's underwear and they took my breath away. My upstairs neighbor? Moved in while i was away for the weekend meeting a Woman from on-line? (She had been fun but not dominant or humiliating enough for me. i was still getting over the disappointment.) i hadn't met my new neighbor, yet. And now my cock was tingling and my respirations fast. Were these Hers?

Step, creak, step, down the back steps someone was coming and it could only be my new upstairs neighbor, or maybe the landlord. My heart pounded as i anticipated a gorgeous Woman.  Everything was moving so fast. Images of big tits and a gorgeous round ass flashed and a beautiful face rushed through my mind.

   But maybe it’s a guy? Maybe he’s Her husband. Fuck.

But the pounding eased off and i was suddenly back to normal even as the steps came closer. i was already depressed when the door opened and my heart started pounding again.  In steps a crazy gorgeous Woman in a blousy white top to reveal deep cleavage of with thin straps of the bra holding large hanging breasts, and short shorts tight on Her crotch.  A little creamy smooth belly showing below the top and above those shorts.

   “I thought heard someone down here and maybe it was my new neighbor waiting to use the dryer.”

i barely noticed the mischievous smile on Her face because my eyes stared at Her breasts and belly and legs and feet. i forced my eyes up to look at Her face and now Her big green eyes showed disdain and disappointment at what She was looking at. Me.  i had to catch my breath before i could speak and then my voice squeaked out too high, like i was a boy.

   "Hi. Hi. i'm . . . "

She looked through me.  i felt weak.  She was done with me. Already. 

Everything about Her was big.  She was taller than me, she looked stronger, more fit, confident in the way She held Herself.  i felt small and smaller in Her presence. The short cut of Her blond hair gave Her such a mature look.  More and more i felt like a little boy.  She stepped closer to me, looking down on me as i tilted my head to look up at Her.  She was almost on top of me and i was paralyzed.

   “Do you mind if I get my underwear out of the dryer? Or, would that be too much to ask?” She punched my gut with that last, needless, question.	

And, i felt like such an idiot as i moved out of Her way with only a “sure.”  She bent over slowly and deliberately, and mesmerizing me Her ass for what seemed like a long time and then i caught myself and stood up straight trying to regain some dignity.  She folded each panty, each lacey bra - they were all magnificent - each piece of lingerie just so.  Turning a little to deposit each one in a pretty laundry basket and giving me glimpses of those big breasts beneath that white top.

   “Do you need something from Me?”

She made me feel so small again and rightfully so.  i had not moved much since meeting Her. i still needed to get my laundry out of the washing machine to put in the now empty dryer. Funny, She had not asked me this question until She was completely through, even though it was minutes that i was standing behind Her unable to remember what i came to the basement for.

I'm not a bad looking guy and i'm in pretty good shape.  Nowhere near Her class, but not bad.  Had a good job, all the things to respect myself for, except.  Except that i liked to play dressup in Women's clothes and edge with hours of porn before a crazy orgasm in my outfit.  In front of my new neighbor, all my self-respect disappeared. My crossdressing filled my thoughts, and i was such a loser.

   “N . . . no, i don't need anything.”

i answered, stammering of course.  What a lie.  Of course i needed something.  i needed Her approval.  i needed Her attention.  i needed Her to make me Her sissy.  i needed Her so badly.

  “Well, ok then.  Bye.”

She turned, walked to the door.  She stopped and without turning around said in that knowing, condescending voice:

   “Remember.  Let me know if you need something from Me,” and She giggled quietly to herself.

What did She mean?  Why tell an obvious loser to have anything to do with Her?  She sounded like a Mother or an Aunt. She looked back at me on more time, but i just stared back because i was all in my imagination and didn’t know what to do.  She quietly giggled to Herself, but loudly enough for me to hear.

In Her head: “Another lost boy.  I’ll keep him lost and lose his mind even more.  Mmmmm, she tingled, She thought as She mounted those steps, this boy is going to suffer terribly living in the same flat as Me, downstairs. Hehehe.  Oh my!”

She licked Her lips at the top of the stairs, smiling: Oh my, indeed!

She was wet from the thoughts.  Inside Her apartment She set down Her basket of underwear and leaned against the countertop.  One hand thrust into Her shorts, the other hand twisting a nipple painfully.  Downstairs Her new boy was wet, too.  Pre-cum oozing out of his half hard cock, he scooped the wetness onto a finger and ran his hand up under his shirt to his nipple. He rubbed the slick pre-cum over his hardening nipple.  Throwing things as quickly as he could into the dryer, he ran up the steps to dive into bed and started humping a pillow.  Upstairs She was feverishly bringing Herself to a climax with a small vibrator on Her clit as She imagined the torment and pain She had started beneath Her. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*

End of a beginning. Planning to continue. Join in if you want.