A nurtured secret

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Silken situations:


“No mate, it’s just Harry…as in he’s a bloke.”

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The second boy stepped back pretty sharpish and stared at Harry, half in shock and half in disgust.

“But…but he’s wearing a dress!”

Harry glanced down; suddenly realising he was still wearing his school robes.

“Yeah and what’s with the overlong hair man?”

“Look when you git’s have finished embarrassing my cousin…sorry Harry we’ll be a bit quieter yeah? Come on guy’s I’ve still got to kick your asses in pro evol.” Dudley said beckoning his friends away.

“You know, Bennie will love him, fellow cross dresser and all.” Harry heard as he slowly shut the door.

“He’s not a bloody cross dresser, it’s his school uniform ok!” The door shut with a quite click, muffling all other sounds and Harry quietly trod over to his mirror, frowning at his reflection.

Okay so yes he had let his hair grow out so that it was gently brushing the tips of his shoulders and had a very slight curl to it, due to its unruliness when short.

And yes without his glasses his eyes did look quite almond shaped and piercingly green, and he WAS wearing what looked like a dress…

The more he looked himself over the more Harry was shocked to discover that in actual fact he looked very much like a girl, with his highly defined narrow cheek bones due to weight loss, and his admittedly embarrassingly long eye lashes that tended to flutter at the most inconvenient times.

Turning this way and that so his robes swished becomingly across the mustard coloured carpet, he glanced critically over his figure. Thinking about it he WAS very slim (again due to weight loss) and this caused his hips to jut out, almost sexily, making him look rather like an hour glass in the dres- his robes. His arse had always been one of his best features anyway, nicely rounded as it was and his legs-

Harry suddenly realised just what he was doing as he pulled up the hem of his robes, and dropped them swiftly in horror.

No way was he admiring himself looking like a girl…no way. He wasn’t like that! He wasn’t gay or interested in women’s clothing or anything…

Angrily he pulled his robes over his head and flung them as hard as he could into the corner of the room, hastily pulling out the most masculine outfit he could find.

Quickly pulling on a very baggy pair of dark denim jeans with a number of strategic rips round the knees, he snapped on a navy blue rip curl belt and finished it off with a green vans T-shirt.

‘That’s right’, he thought ‘mismatched and masculine…Oh my god I’m deliberately dressing like a bloke…who sets out to DELIBERATELY dress like a bloke?’

Shaking his head to clear that disturbing thought he took the elastic band from his deck of cards and messily pulled back his hair.

Deliberately not bothering to linger over his reflection he left his room and went to knock timidly on Dudley’s door.

It seemed like an age of wringing his hands nervously, before the door was pulled open and Dudley stuck his head out.

“Harry, hey you wanna join us? We’re just mucking about on the PS2 but you’re welcome too if you want?”

Harry blushed and looked down at his feet, in embarrassment. ‘Where’s all the random blushing coming from?’ he thought distractedly.

“Um no, I just wanted to ask if I could possibly borrow a cigarette?” He said staring absently at the scuff marks on his battered old trainers.

“Yeah certainly, hang on.” Dudley said, disappearing back into the room.

“What kind of bloke is he anyway Dud? He blushes like he’s trying to win a competition!”

“Shh, will you stop it! He looks like he’s had a hard time recently as it is, he doesn’t need you horrible lot on at him! Just cause you went and made an ass of yourself coming on to him Clive!”

Clive was quick to retort, “Yeah but he soo wanted a piece of my ass!”

Harry stared even harder at the floor as he felt another blush coming on, Dudley returned with a packet of cigarettes and shut the door with a decisive snap.

“Don’t mind them, there just embarrassed cause they thought you were a girl, here you are take three and here’s your half of the money mum left so you can buy your own if you like.”

Harry took the fags and the lighter…and then hesitantly the money. His eyes widened, “Dudley, there’s got to be over four hundred pounds here!”

“Yeah mum gave me eight hundred for two weeks and seeing as I’d have to buy food for you anyway I might as well give you your half. Anyway, even I can see eight hundred is too much for two weeks.”

Harry nodded slowly. “Dudley…why are you being so nice to me?”

Dudley seemed to go a little red round the ears, which was not helped by the fact he was currently in a skinhead.

“Err well these last few weeks Dad has really been quite cross with me, and I realised it’s what you had to face all the time only worse…and when I think about it…being magical is really cool and I must have been so close to being magical myself so there’s really no point…”

Here he trailed off and kind scratched his ear whilst gazing somewhere past Harry’s head.

“Look let’s just say I’d rather be your friend than your enemy yeah?”

Harry narrowed his eyes sceptically; he rather thought there was something his cousin wasn’t telling him but he let it lie.

“Well thank you, I’d like that.”

“No problem, these twats will be staying over if that’s ok but we won’t make loads of noise don’t worry.”

Harry nodded, and waving goodbye made his way out of the house as quickly as he could.

***

Harry sat on a park bench, cautiously smoking and glancing about him at the little there was to see.

Now that he thought about it he wasn’t to sure why he had felt the need to get out of the house so badly. Now that he was out of it, there didn’t seem to be anything to do but watch passers by.

Not that he minded very much doing this as it was something he often found himself doing at school recently, but his mind was to busy teeming with thoughts to really take it in.

He thought about his strange reaction to Clive’s proximity earlier, as he watched a little boy playing with some Dandelions.

He dared to idly toy with the idea that he may…in some small way be interested in men, as he saw a bird hop prettily across the branches of a tree.

Horrified with the possibility that it might be true he gazed at a young mother bending over a pram…and did a double take.

She had on a short blue summery skirt, which caressed her thighs lovingly as she bent over, smooth creamy thighs, obviously the result of a good hair removal cream. But peeking out from under the skirt, when she bent right over, were the most tantalising pair of cream, silk, lacy panties that he had ever seen…and it wasn’t the fact that he was peeking at women’s underwear that was turning him and causing a hard lump in his jeans…it was thought of WEARING them!

Harry fled, pulling his T-shirt down as far as it would go to cover his rapidly wilting embarrassment as he ran out into the high street and stopped by the bus stop to pull out his fags.

‘This is not happening to me! I am not a weirdo that likes to dress up in women’s clothing and I am CERTAINLY not gay!’

Taking a fierce drag on his cigarette, causing him to cough like there was no tomorrow he stormed angrily up the street, absently glaring in at the shop windows as he went.

‘It was so obviously the sight of a woman in frilly knickers that set me off! As if I’d want to wear those uncomfortable looking things!!!’

Stomping aggressively past a window he barely took in what was in it until he was almost passed it. But once it did register he faltered uncertainly to a stop.

There in the window were three dummies, all wearing lavish women’s clothing. Skirts of rich, coppery silk teamed with creamy satin tops and cute little coppery jackets. All of them wore the same colours but different styles. And on all them he could catch tempting peeks of what looked like frilly stockings and suspenders in rich mahogany colour. ‘Finesse’ was emblazoned in pink above the shop door.

His heart was beating erratically in his chest as his cock stirred in almost desperate interest. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the faint reflection of the cherry of his cigarette as it hung, forgotten from his fingers.

Slowly he brought his hand up and with a little difficulty, extracted the rubber band from his hair.

Hardly daring to think about it he stepped cautiously into the shop, jumping nervously as the bell clanged above him.

He waited for a moment, his heart in his mouth, but when no one came through from the back of the shop he sighed in relief and tiptoed on through the shop.

He really couldn’t help but gaze in awe at the colourful blouses and many textured materials, it was evident that he\'d stumbled into a clothing store for the more wealthy and business like woman.

But what he was really interested in right now was the underwear section, he almost didn’t see it, tucked away in the corner of the shop as it was but when he eventually did find out it, he was virtually bowled over by what he saw.

Every kind of woman’s underwear was laid out before him, panties of all kinds, lacy and silky, plain and cotton, even the ones that only had like a little string at the back. And not only panties but there were garters, corsets and bras, stockings, tights and even socks.

Harry couldn’t help but reach out and test the texture of the nearest pair of panties between his fingers. They were so soft and decadent that thought of having them caressing his nether regions set him to a fierce quaking.

There was almost no way he could deny to himself that he enjoyed the thought of wearing these things now, but he wasn’t going to delve into that too deeply for the moment.

Hurriedly reaching for a particularly sumptuous pair of navy blue silk panties with matching stockings and suspenders he moved up to the front of the shop and then stopped dead.

How on EARTH was he going to pay for these without giving away the fact that he was a bloke?

The hair had helped for just going into the shop, but now he had to actually TALK to someone and he was wearing his most masculine clothing, no way was he going to be able…

“Can I help you dear?”

Harry froze, this was it, he was done for, doomed to be classed as a weirdo and a cross-dressing freak-

“Ahh yes, you’d be wanting those for your girlfriend?” said a small bird like woman with white hair as she shuffled round the counter and looked at him quizzically over her glasses.

“Um, err yes; yes it’s her birthday tomorrow you see.” Said Harry nervously, shifting slightly under her beady gaze.

She motioned for him to hand the items over and carefully began wrapping them in lavender coloured tissue paper.

“And you’re sure they’re the right size? Because you can’t return them as they’re this week’s special deal.”

Harry nodded and watched as she put the package in a box and finished it off with a purple bow.

“Well then that’ll be forty five pounds please”

He carefully handed over the money, discreetly taking it from the large wad in his pocket. “Um, do you have a bag by any chance?” He said as she pushed the box towards him.

She sighed and pulled a bag out from under the counter, saying with almost a malicious type of pleasure that that would be three pounds extra.

Not really caring he handed it over from the change and then got out of their pretty sharpish, almost certain that she had known they were really for him.

***

Harry tiptoed past his cousin’s bedroom and then as quietly as he could, opened the door to his own and slipped inside.

Half wishing he could place a locking charm on his door; he sat down, cross legged in the middle of the floor and carefully took the box out of the bag.

Sliding the garments out of their protective tissue paper, he smiled as tiny bits of scented potpourri fell onto his lap.

Once he had them practically trickling though his fingers, Harry could not bear to look upon the panties and yet not wear them.

Shucking off his trousers and boxers, he carefully drew them up his legs.

They were high legged, with lace around the rims of the legs and waist, his eager erection pushed desperately at the material and Harry could already see a slight damp patch forming.

Cupping his balls in a brief form of comfort, Harry bent over and untangled the suspenders from the little pile of silk on the floor.

Examining them for a time, he managed to eventually figure out how to put them on and did so, snapping them onto the panties, and after a brief struggle with the stockings, them too.

The final result was breathtaking to Harry, as he examined himself, striking sexual poses in the mirror and admiring his legs from this new perspective.

He could not deny the feelings the material gave him as it sensually brushed his skin, nor the naughty sense of arousal his reflection gave him decked out as it was.

Slowly he drew his now red and swollen cock out from its silken confines and slowly began to stroke it, revelling in the pleasure and the wanton image he made.

Slowly he drew his tongue over his lips as he sped up the movements of his hand, biting them and throwing his head back and making his hair swing about his face.

It was shocking how quickly he could feel himself reaching his peek as he swung his leg up to rest on the bed in a classic sensual pose, admiring the way his calf tensed as he raised his foot onto the ball winked seductively at himself.

Barely controlling his moans, his movements became harder and jerkier until he was pulling on his cock at panting harshly, trying desperately not to make a noise.

But all to no avail, with a wailing, keening cry he came in huge spurt across the wooden floor boards, gasping as some managed to splatter on the mirror, marring his reflection a little.

Giving his tingling prick a few more tugs to make certain he had it all, he stood staring at himself.

The cum had managed to seep its way into his new panties, making enticing little white stains like stars in a dark sky. His lips were red and swollen, his eyes twinkling with sexual satisfaction.

Without warning the door opened and a strange head popped round the frame.

“Hey, Dud told me you were…oh.”