3:00pm... The workday was done. I'd been eagerly waiting for this time.
On lunch I pulled our 'toy' chest (actually a footlocker) out of the closet for easy access that evening. Months before, I told my wife, Kaitlyn, that sometime she's going to come home and find Nicole bound to the bed just waiting for her. It was that day.
Not wasting any time, I logged off the work PC and headed right into the shower to shed the stresses of the workday, the grime, and the body hair with a close shave. I toweled off and applied a lotion to moisturize my clean shaven skin.
I stepped into my body shaper, pulled it up over my torso, and slipped my arms through the straps. I inserted my breast forms into the cups and positioned my cock comfortably tucked away under the crotch of the body shaper.
Once in the body shaper, I slid some pantyhose up my legs. Normally I'd get lost in the sensations of the nylon on my shaved legs -- my cock started to twitch to life and I felt it begin to harden in its restraints. Since I was pressed for time, I didn't pay any attention to it and continued getting ready. I hadn't planned anything fancy for my outfit; a cotton top under a denim jumper. I slipped on the top, followed by pulling on the jumper over my head. I reached behind and zipped up the back. Although not the most feminine attire, I loved this jumper... I loved the tightness of how it confined my breasts once zipped and being denim, I just felt like I had a youthful appeal.
Once dressed, I sat at the vanity and started my make-up routine. Nothing over the top -- I was going for just a playful, youthful look. After much practice, I breezed swiftly through my routine: concealer for beard cover, foundation, blush, eye liner, mascara, eye shadow, and some lipstick. Satisfied with the results, I grabbed a medium brunette wig in a wavy shoulder length style and positioned it on my head. I gave myself a look-over in the mirror, looking back at me was a woman not looking to impress, but rather be comfortable.
