Part 2 - On the Run
I was dreaming about a nice steak dinner, when I thought someone was knocking to come in and help me eat it. Knocking? No one knows I'm here. Where's here? Where am I? I slowly woke up with the incessant pounding on the door echoing in my head. I looked around and noticed I was in my flat, dressed in a nurses uniform and pantyhose. I felt a wig on my head! Then it all came flooding back to me! That pounding on the door must be the cops!!! I had to get out of here, and fast. But wait, why aren't they screaming POLICE?. I slipped off the couch, and crawled over to the window and cautiously peeked under the blind. It was Sandy, the nurse from the hospital. What was SHE doing here? How did she know where to find me? I wonder if the cops also know? She saw me lift the blind and said " Open up! We have to get you away from here right now! PLEASE open the door before someone sees me out here!". I noticed the clock on the wall as I unlocked the door and opened it for Sandy. It was 3:30 am - what happened to the time I thought as I closed and locked the door again. Sandy was nearly breathless, and her talking was hard to understand. I interrupted her, and asked her to calm down, and take a couple of breaths. When she had caught her breath, I asked, "How did you know where I live, and do the cops know? Why are you here? She answered " I will explain it all to you as soon as we can get away from here. The police don't know how you got away, and I made sure that it will take some leg work to trace you here. We have 30 minutes, maybe more, before they figure where you live. Lets get out of here, and remove any evidence you were here." I said "OK, lets go. Out the back". As I turned out the lights Sandy said "Grab the purse, too!". I asked her about me in these clothes, and she told me "This is a perfect disguise! You are very passable, even pretty. No one will suspect you are a fleeing felon in this outfit". With that, I locked the back door and we went out into the back yard and into the alley. I started to walk away from the main street toward the outskirts of town when Sandy grabbed my arm and swung me around in the opposite way. She whispered "Follow me - I know a place you can hide for a little while. It'll be safe with the two of us. Just remember your walk, and don't talk to anybody".
We stopped at the bus stop, but I said "Lets not take the bus. The driver may recognize me, especially with the incident that occurred on my way here". "What incident" she asked. I told her, so she hailed a cab, and we got in. She told the driver to take us to the Wilson Heights Condominiums. After a 15 minute drive we arrived. The cabbie asked "Which one, ladies?" Sandy said "Let us off here, we will walk the rest of the way". He said "I'm off the clock in a few minutes. What say we party together". Sandy said "We're tired - we just got off work. Go try somebody else!". With that, she paid the fare and we walked away from a disappointed cabbie. As soon as the cab left, we turned us around and walked us towards a group of townhouses across the street in the opposite direction from which we were first walking. Sandy snickered and said "I didn't want that jerk to get any idea where we're going". We climbed a set of stairs to an end unit, where Sandy produced a key and opened the door. She held open the door and pushed me in. She then closed and locked the door. "Nice place! Who lives here?'. It was a nice, large townhouse with 2 levels. A living room, dining room, bath and kitchen were on this level. Bath and bedrooms upstairs, I presume. All the colors matched, in a country setting and decorations. Nice feminine touches, too. Sandy said "This is where I and my roommate live". ROOMMATE! I backed towards the door looking all around for another person. She laughed, and said "No one but we two are here. My roommate, Linda, is away for schooling in California. She won't be back for a couple of months yet. You can stay here until we can find a way to handle your problem". I asked Sandy "Why are you helping me? How did you find me? Why didn't you turn me in?" She replied " I'm helping you because I believe you're innocent, and that's the main reason I didn't turn you in to the police when I saw you in the lounge. But I was also confused as to who you were in there, because you did such a good job in dressing as a nurse. And I was curious as to how you did it.".
Sandy walked to a love seat, sat down and asked me to join her. As I did, she began to tell me what had happened after I left the hospital. I asked her if I could take off the clothes, and she said no. Sandy began. "The police noticed you were missing shortly after you left the Staff lounge/locker room. I looked out but didn't see you. They were frantically trying to locate any trace of you. They started questioning everybody, from the guard to the other patients in ER. I had noticed the bent locker door and forced it open. I found your clothes, INCLUDING your wallet! I locked them up in my locker until I left." She laughed. "That's how I found you. If I would have left it there, the police would have found it, and you. I also 'misplaced' the paperwork with your name and address on it. The police will eventually find your flat , but not you. They don't know about your disguise or how you got away, either. But they do have the Polaroid they took of you when you came in. They won't be looking for a female. So if you stay a 'female', you might just stay out of jail. I will check on your friends condition each day I'm at work." "How are we going to keep me locked up here until its safe?" I asked. " We won't lock you up, but you will stay dressed as a female at ALL times, even when you do go out. I will help you with your walk and speech, but you don't seem to need any help in dressing up." she said with an odd grin. Then I wanted to know "Why dress all the time? Why not only when I go outside?"
"If the police come here to question me or to look around, You had better look like my roommate, not Tommy Hanson!". "You're about Linda's height, but thinner. Her clothes should fit you. But your feet are much larger than hers, and you really need a wig closer to Linda's natural coloring." Sandy stated matter-of-factly. "Lets start by you trying on some of her things. No time like the present to get started. You never know when the police might come by!" she chided. As Sandy got up to fetch some clothes, I took a moment to appraise my host and benefactor. She was an inch or so shorter than I, about five foot nine, maybe 130 pounds, with light brown shoulder straight hair. Her eyes were a dark green, and her eyebrows thin and arched. Sandy also had high, classic almost, cheek bones. She didn't have a model's shape, but wasn't badly proportioned either. When Sandy returned, she was carrying a dozen dresses, skirts, blouses and vests. She said "Take off your uniform, but leave on your pantyhose and bra.". As I was complying she asked me" Did you shave your legs? They seem quite bare.". After I had removed the dress, I told Sandy, "No, I didn't have the time. I have on three pairs of pantyhose to cover the hair." She walked over and ran her hand over the hose between knee and thigh, and said "These feel nice, don't they." I was having a time of it all right, I was trying to get an erection in a panty girdle and three pairs of pantyhose!! Sandy backed away, and said "Well, we'll have to shave your legs so you will pass in public with only one pair of hose." I started to tell Sandy that I didn't need to when she spoke the words that got my undivided attention: "Not unless you want to go to Jail" . She then told me to try on the clothes as she handed them to me, one at a time. A knee length button front shirt dress in aqua blue, then a white peasant blouse and black knit mini skirt. A pair of stretch stirrup pants in white with an oversize white Tee shirt, emblazoned with Betty Boop on the front. Then for a skort and tee shirt and black vest. Amazingly, all fit properly! Sandy said " It looks like all of Linda's clothes will fit you. These were the most questionable for fit, and you had no problem. Later today I will buy some shoes to fit, and look for another wig, one with a more natural look. What size men's shoe do you wear?". I told her size 10. She then told me to go upstairs to the bathroom, take off the rest of my clothes, and wait for instructions. I did as I was told, and sat on the edge of the tub waiting. She came in about five minutes later, wearing a robe. I grabbed a towel to cover myself up. "Haaa Haaa Haaa" she laughed. "I see naked men every day at the hospital. Don't worry!". "Take this soap and razor, and get in the tub". I did, and she began a bath for me. When the water level was sufficient to get my legs wet, Sandy told me to lather up one leg and shave it. After I finished one, she had me start the other one. When I finished, she had me stand up. She took the soap and lathered some in her hands and applied it to the tops of my thighs and pubic region. I pulled away in panic. She said " You missed some hair on your thighs, and near your crotch. You must be trimmed close to wear some of Linda's fashions". I said " I'm not wearing anything that revealing!". Sandy replied, "What if someone catches you partially dressed, like a public bathroom. Do you want them to report a man in the ladies room? I think not. For this to work, you will have to 'become a woman', even under close scrutiny". Then she had me do my arm pits. She said "Its good you don't have much hair elsewhere. We will try to keep long sleeves on you to cover the hair on your arms until we can bleach it lighter later." Sandy handed me a tube of body lotion and told me to rub it on my legs and arms. She then dusted me with some bath powder, and led me to a bedroom. She turned on the light and led me to the bed. On the bed was a baby doll nightie in pink with white satin trim. Sandy said "Linda doesn't own a robe or regular nightgowns. You'll have to wear this for now." I lifted it up and let it slide down my arms and over my head. As I settled it over my waist, I began to get another erection. Sandy noticed, and said huskily "We are going to have to do something about that!" she walked over to a drawer, opened it and took a pair of what looked like spandex panties out. She closed the drawer and handed the garment to me. I tried to pull them on, but when I got them over my hips, I couldn't tuck my immense hardon in the tight, skimpy panties. "You better relieve yourself and get those on". I looked kind of shame-faced at her and said "Here, in front of you?". She said "I've seen worse! Do it!" with a bit of dominance in her voice. So I leaned back and began to stroke my turgid shaft. Sandy reached over and pulled my panties down to my knees, saying "Don't get any cum on the panties or gown!". I pulled the hem up to my neck and began to pump in earnest. In just a matter of moments I reached one of the greatest orgasms that I ever remembered. As I lay there spent, Sandy brought a tissue over and began to wipe up the mess I created. She asked me if I always cum like that. I told her no, it must be the stimulation of the clothes and her presence. She blushed, and turned towards the door. She said "pull those panties up and go to bed. We both need sleep, and I have much to do later before I go to work tomorrow ". With that, she walked through the door and turned out the light. Before she closed the door, I said "Thanks Sandy, for everything!". She turned and smiled. Then she closed the door, I fell right to sleep.
I was shaken out of a sound sleep by Sandy. "What time is it?" I asked. Sandy said it was almost noon. She was going out shopping for me and told me "While I am gone, I want you to wear this " pointing to some clothes sitting on a stool next to the vanity "and put on the makeup I left out for you. Please shave your face again, very closely. Don't answer the phone or the door, either". With that, she turned and said "One more thing. Keep out of my room. It's off limits to you. Understand?". I said" O.K., sure thing". She went downstairs and I heard her leave.
I looked at the clothes she had left for me to wear. Everything was in black. There was a stretch miniskirt, a matching body suit with cut-out shoulders, black sheer-to-the waist pantyhose, a stretch mini slip with a built in panty and a waist cincher/bustier. I started with the pantyhose, rolling them down and pulling first one leg, then the other, until they were up over my waist. The silky smoothness of those hose gave me an electrifying feeling all over. Next I put the foundation garment on. I had to put it on backwards to fasten the hooks, and then spin it around until it was pointing the right way. I didn't have enough fatty tissue to form breasts, so I took two of the white nurses pantyhose and rolled them up and stuck them in the cups. I pulled the body suit on over my arms and down my body, fastening the two snaps in the crotch. I stepped into the slip and pulled it up my legs and over my hips. The last item was the skirt. When that was in place I looked myself over in the vanity mirror. The body looked quite slender, with curves in the right places. The hips and rear were a bit small, but still feminine. I ran my hands over the skirt and up over the body suit, admiring the sexy feel the clothes gave me. By this time I had a raging hardon! The bulge was very un-feminine, so I pulled the skirt and slip down to my knees, unsnapped the body suit and pulled down the spandex panty/g-string, freeing my erection. I couldn't believe how much the clothes excited me. I began to stroke my bulging shaft, slowly at first. As my excitement grew, I pumped harder and faster, with my other hand massaging my fake breasts through the body suit. I began to feel weak in the knees, and fell back onto the bed just as I reached orgasm, spewing cum all over the bed. Some even reached the vanity mirror, three feet away! As I lay panting, I thought how wonderful that was. I also had some guilt since I was dressed as the opposite sex, in a strange place. I also wondered what it would be like to make love to a woman dressed like this. I would probably never know. When I regained my composure, I grabbed some tissue from the night stand and cleaned myself, the bed and mirror up. Then I put the clothes back on in their proper positions. I went in the adjoining bath room and shaved with the hand razor as I had been instructed to do. When I had shaved as close as I could, I dried my face and patted some skin conditioner on the shaved portions. I went back in the bedroom and began applying the makeup Sandy had left out. First the base foundation (Pan-Stick), smoothing it out and down my neck. Then powder, and some light pink blush on the cheeks. I applied some dark green eye shadow to my eyelids, and black eyeliner to the base of both top and bottom lids. I finished with some shiny white shadow just under the eyebrow line, and lightly brushed some brow powder to the brow line, just slightly exaggerating the brow arch. I set the makeup with a couple of sprays of witch hazel, and sat back to admire the look I had created. Fantastic, I thought. I picked up a lip pencil, and applied it to the outline of my lips. It was in a dark red, something of a deep rose shade. It looked so nice, and didn't seem to smear, so I filled in the rest of the lips with it. When that was done, I took a little of a lighter frosted shade and applied the lipstick to the center of the lower lip to give a slight pouting look. All I needed was a wig, some jewelry, and shoes. I put on the wig I took from the hospital, and brushed some errant strands of hair into place. I couldn't believe what I saw staring back at me. What a foxy lady!!!!
There was no jewelry in Linda's room or the bathroom. So I decided to look in Sandy's room. I forgot what she said when she left. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. So I tried the door in the bathroom that led to her room and it opened. I looked around, and saw a small jewelry box next to her bed. I opened the box, but all the earrings were for pierced ears, so I closed the box and turned to leave the room. As I did, I noticed the door to her closet partially open, and I decided to look at some of her clothes. I slid the door open and looked at the large array of dresses and such she had hanging up. I noticed some shiny items at the back of the closet and on the floor when I heard keys in the door downstairs. I panicked, remembering then what she said when she left. I hurriedly left the room and closed the door behind me, not wanting to be caught there. I waited for Sandy in Linda's bedroom sitting on the bed. When Sandy came upstairs, she exclaimed, "Wow! You sure look sexy. You did a good job with your makeup, and the clothes fit you to a 'T'. Here, try on these shoes I bought you". She had four boxes in her hand. which I promptly took from her. I greedily opened all the boxes first. They were all pumps! There was a pair of black low heeled ones, a mid heeled (2") pair in white , A high heeled Red pair and a black patent pair, both with 3" heels. I said "These are too high for me to wear!" Sandy said "Put on the black pair, and lets see how you do". I did as I was told. The fit was very good, almost too good. As I stood up on them and began to wobble at the ankle, I asked how she got the right size. She said she guessed about one size larger than a mans size. I had to steady myself and Sandy helped me. As she grabbed for me when I tried to walk, she let her hand glide along the side of my 'breast' and down my waist to my hips. She then held me firmly at the waist and said, "walk slowly, keeping your back and knees as straight as possible". When I began walking, Sandy walked along beside me holding with both hands. As I got more steady, her hands trailed off my waist, down my hips and onto my ass. I stopped and looked at Sandy. She looked in my eyes and then looked away, somewhat embarrassed. She said "OK, lets get you straightened up and go to the store. Put the black low heels on for now". I looked at her questioningly as I changed shoes. She noticed and told me I had to get known as her roommate around here. She also said, "I think you will pass very well as a woman. Just act like you always dressed this way, and leave the talking to me". Sandy handed me a black clutch purse with some items inside and said "lets go!" As we walked on to the porch, Sandy asked "what shall we call you in public?" Before I could think of any name, Sandy said "Tammie! That's perfect! 'Tammie Harsen'. Close enough to your OLD name you won't slip up if you're asked." We took the bus to the WalMart. I got plenty of stares, mostly men trying to look up my skirt or mentally undressing me. We shopped for groceries, some undergarments and makeup for me, and Sandy went into the pharmacy without me and made a couple of purchases. We paid for the goods and took a taxi home. The only time I felt uncomfortable was when we passed the managers office near the store exit. There were two police officers with pictures in their hands, looking at each person entering or leaving. They looked right past us as we walked out. It worked just like Sandy said it would! Now my only question was how long must I keep the disguise up?
We took a taxi back to her townhouse. The cabbie even offered to carry our bags for us. This niceness may have been triggered by the leg shot I gave the driver when I first got in the cab. The coy look I gave was probably the clincher. He was very disappointed when Sandy reached over to me, cradled my face in her hands and kissed me fully on the mouth. I thought the cabbie would bust a nut when she pulled me closer, sliding her left hand down my side and fondled my right ass cheek. She then took the bags from the driver and thanked him with a 3 dollar tip. He dejectedly turned and walked back to his cab when the door closed in his face. "Why did you do that!" I exclaimed. Sandy said, "that way he thought we were lesbian lovers, and he didn't stand a snowballs chance in hell of getting laid here". We put away the things we bought, and Sandy said she was going to take a shower and change, and for me to get some beer from the refrigerator. After I heard her shower end, I then heard doors banging and swearing going on upstairs. Sandy came stomping downstairs in a robe (which didn't cover much) and came over to me with a mad look and slapped me across the face. Before I had a chance to protect myself, she punched me in the stomach and she slapped me again. She screamed "I told you to keep OUT of my room! What part of 'keep out' didn't you understand?" I stammered " I just looked for some jewelry". She slapped me again and said she was going to turn me in to the cops because I couldn't be trusted. "Give me a chance" I whimpered. She just stood there, with her hands on her hips, staring at me. I began to cry, bringing tears to my eyes. Sandy softened slightly, and said for me to wait for a minute. She went upstairs and was gone for a few minutes. When she returned, she said "go to your room, change into the clothes on the bed, and wait for me! Do nothing else until I return. GO!". I hurried up the stairs as fast as I could in those heels. When I entered the room, I stopped dead in my tracks!
On the bed lay a white wedding gown, slightly wrinkled, a white corselette, white thigh-high stockings and a white satin G-string that looked more like a flat jock strap. On the floor were the white 3'' high heel pumps. What suprised me the most was a blonde wig - long and curly. Sandy yelled from her room" take off your spandex panties and make sure your dick doesn't show, or else. So I stripped off all the clothes in record time, keeping the nurses pantyhose as filler material for the corselette. I donned the g-string and had to tuck my penis up along my belly to keep it hidden under the back less panty. The corselette was next, and then the stockings, fastening one stocking to the corselette before pulling on the other one. I stuffed the cups and put the gown over my head. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and carefully and with great difficulty pulled the zipper up. It was a struggle, but it fit. I noticed white lace gloves that must have been under the gown on the bed, and put them on, along with a white lace garter. I had a time getting the garter and shoes on with such a full, long skirt. I managed, though. I had just put the wig on and brushed it out slightly when the bathroom door crashed open with Sandy standing there. She said " You bitch! You don't do any thing fucking right". She was dressed all in shiny black PVC! A bustier and miniskirt over fishnet top and pantyhose. She wore 4" patent heels, PVC fingertip shoulder gloves and her hair was darker, slicked back quite severely. She strode over to where I was sitting and took my face in her right hand, and she tilted it towards hers. I noticed the fire in her eyes. Her eyes were lined heavily in black, with silver and gray eye shadow on the lids. Her lipstick was a very dark red, as were her nails. They had grown in length also. As I began to smile at her, she backhanded me with her left across my face, nearly landing me on the bed and knocking the wig off. She came after me and grabbed the wig hair. "See bitch. This is a shitty hair-do, and your makeup isn't whorish enough!" I had no idea what was happening. She pushed me back on the bed and began to fondle my legs and thighs through the dress, saying "lets see if you can do anything right." as she bent over to pull the hem of the gown up, I detected the smell of whiskey on her breath. She then fell on top of me, forcing my legs apart and laying on top of me. "Wrap your legs around me, slut!" she said hoarsely. As I tried, she began to dry hump me as a drunk man might do to a woman. She sat back up and slapped me, saying "can't you fuck, either? You didn't listen to me when I said not to pry! Here - take this, bitch". She stood over me and grabbed me by the wig again. With her left hand at the back of my head, she slowly lifted her miniskirt to reveal a semif-laccid dildo strapped to her panties. "Take and suck this, bitch" she wailed. She jammed the dildo in my mouth and began to rock forward as she pulled my head to meet it. I was gagging on it when it made it in my mouth which was about half of the time. She said "you pitiful bitch! You can't even suck cock right! Fuck you!". She slapped me again and knocked me back on the bed and rolled me over on my stomach. I was really crying now, unable to understand what was happening. Sandy lifted up the rear of the gown and spread my ass cheeks apart and tried to force the limp dildo up my rectum. She was at the same time fondling my panties and breasts very roughly. So this must be what it feels like to be raped by a drunk. With a great amount of wiggling and pushing and tearing she managed to force some of the dildo inside me. She was never able to get a rhythm going, so she got off of me quite roughly and went to the vanity seat and slumped down. As she did, she put her face in her hands and began to cry also.
So there we were, both of us crying, and me feeling confused. She looked at me with tearful, swollen eyes and said "I'm sorry". After a few minutes, we both stopped crying and Sandy rose and came towards me. I cringed and began to crawl away from her. She said "please, I won't hurt you." She sat next to me and slowly placed her hand on mine. She leaned over me and kissed my cheek lightly. As she moved her mouth over mine and started to kiss , she ran her hands up and down my legs and stockings. She caressed my chest and waist as she explored my sore mouth with her warm wet tongue. I began to relax, and started to get a hardon at her touch. She slid her hand up my leg from the knee to my crotch. As she slid over the panty, I felt the swelling mound under the silky material twitch about. Sandy deftly ran her fingers under the edge of the g string and extracted my turgid member. We were dueling with our tongues and our breaths were both coming in pants. She stroked my cock slowly the entire length of the shaft. It began to quiver and I was just about to cum when Sandy turned around and said "I can do things right if I want to". She lowered her head onto my cock and began to suck slowly. Her crotch was at my face and I could smell the dampness forming . I took the dildo in my hand and guided it into my mouth. I actually started to suck on it, even though it felt so foreign. Sandy reached down and unhooked the belt and the phallus came out in my hands. She then pulled the dildo out of my mouth, pulled the g- string she wore and the open crotch of the pantyhose aside and guided my face to her bush. I immediately explored the musky depths of her pussy with my tongue as she swallowed my swollen dick.
She began to moan and writhe all over. I began to stiffen as I felt my load well up inside and shoot Sandy in the mouth. She started to choke, turned her head and spit, and went back to sucking and swallowing. All of a sudden she also stiffened, let my cock pop out of her mouth and grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my face and tongue deeply into her cunt. As I licked her box and clit, she shuddered and screamed "Oooohhhhhhhhh yes yes ooooooooohh! don't stop PLEASE! oh oh oohh ooooooohhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" She collapsed on the bed next to me convulsing slightly, placing her hand back on my still hard cock. She stroked some and it sprang up to new heights. Sandy got up and walked into the bathroom without a word. I heard her tear open a package of some sort and she returned to the foot of the bed. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The g string followed. She then knelt next to me and began to roll a condom on my dick. When it was in place, she stroked it a few times and swung her leg over me and she lowered herself on to my waiting prick. As she settled all the way down over the cock, she gave a small cry and began to weep. She said "You are so big! You are the first male to ever have me this deeply. My no-good ex fiancee almost did, but he was a bastard." She then started to ride up and down on the biggest hardon I ever had. Here I was, dressed as a bride getting balled by a PVC clad lady that looks more like a man. What is this, anyway, I thought. She picked up the tempo until I had another orgasm, and I believe Sandy did too, judging by her grip and expression. She collapsed next to me and cuddled me in her arms. We were both asleep within minutes of embracing.
end of part two.
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