His New Role: Crossdressing Stories

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

James turned to look in the direction of the sound and was pleasantly surprised at the woman he saw coming towards him.

The hair she had was long and red, while the tone of her skin was white. Coupled with the red lipstick on her lips, and red eyelashes and eyebrows, she struck a chord in James that he didn't know existed before in him.

Her gait spoke volumes of how sophisticated she was not because of the red body-fitting gown she wore, but because of the contours of her curves that were clearly visible.

Her hips were wide and swayed from side to side with each step she took. Her legs were long and fit snugly into a pair of red high-heeled ankle-length leather booths.

James was so entranced by her appearance that he kept on staring wide-eyed at her until she came right in front of him and offered her hand.

"Hello, James. Isn't this a pleasant surprise?" she asked.

He blinked and took her hand in his. "A surprise?" he repeated as he shook her hand.

She withdrew her hand and sank into the sofa by his side. "Yes, of course. I was really surprised that I was going to be meeting my former classmate from the university again."

"You remember?"

"Of course I remember. It's not as if we graduated ages ago."