EPISODE 13 --- The Return home; aka: more humiliation

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EPISODE 13 --- The Return home; aka: more humiliation

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Trying to sleep the few hours until noontime on Sunday was nearly futile. All night he awoke on the cusp of a dream that he was on a bus trying to get home, and all the other passengers were tormenting him for being a sissy slut cross dresser. He inspected his drying clothes on the line when he finally gave up trying to catch any sleep.

Cheetah was there before noon. With her final instructions she removed his chastity device and told him to go to the living room and masturbate one last time for the residents who were interested in watching him. Even before he could start, his freed genitals were at attention at the prospects of sexual gratification. Before Alan could take his first step, Cheetah handed him his yellow bra plus the two abundant breast inserts and had him wear his “sissy maid status symbol.”

Alan found the residents applauding his entry to the living room, and there was nothing he could do to hide his tumescent organ. One spokes person stepped forward to thank him for doing a good job during his visit with them. Alan internally gleamed at how sexy the spokes person was, and especially notices she was wearing a very short black skirt. Her name was Allie. Cheetah directed Alan to lie on the floor in the center of the room. Allie positioned herself directly over his face and Alan stared under her skirt at her black panties descending over his face. She was wonderfully perfumed but still her musky scent was filled with pheromones. Allie grabbed a hand-full of Alan’s hair and pulled his face as deeply into her crotch as she could. Alan was holding his breath, but his cock was oozing precum and at his touch he was nearly ready to explode. Allie ordered him to not spill his seeds on her clothes and that was enough to make him explode. The audience cheered and applauded as Alan’s hands tried to catch all his jism and comply with Allie’s instruction.

Allie moved away. Cheetah ordered Alan to lick his palms and swallow his own cum. For everyone else’s entertainment Alan complied. A lifetime of fantasies flooded his brain and he enjoyed assuming the fetal position, especially now that he finally had his own gratification. Cheetah then handed Alan two bus passes and told him to get dressed and get out by noontime. One bus pass took him down town and it would arrive at 1:34 at the bus stop which was just 6 blocks away. The 2nd pass enabled Alan to ride into the countryside within ½ mile of his home, if he found the right stop to get off. He could find the stops on the wall inside the down town station.

Alan cleaned up again and showering one last time. He slipped into his yellow matching Bra and panties. The inserts for the bra would make him convincingly feminine. Carefully he dressed in his clean French Maid outfit, then applied his accessories down to his black sneakers. With proper primping and makeup, Alan was once again passable as a woman.

When no one was watching Alan went to his hidden stash of cash, over $200 in Tips from the Frat Party two weeks earlier plus another $90 in tips from his nighttime porn adventures. He carefully slipped all the cash back into his white apron’s secret pouches. His thinking was this cash might enable Alan to hire a taxi if he could flag one down and that Taxi could drive him directly home. This might bypass lots of embarrassment and humiliation by a peering public if he stuck to public bus routes.

Alan became alarmed that preparing to look feminine for the public took longer than he expected. It was nearing 1:34 PM and it looked very likely he would miss being at the “stop” in time. Finally ready, Alan exited the dorm. It was a bright, sunny day. His white petticoat was a visual announcement of where he was and it could be spotted from 2 blocks away. Regardless, he stepped out in “character” like performing a theater play. He hurried for about 4 blocks and suddenly ahead he saw the bus approaching the stop. Nearly running, he crossed over the remaining 2 blocks in record time and he became the last passenger stepping aboard the vehicle.

The driver was nothing but professional. He didn’t even do a double-take at Alan’s attire. The same was not true of seated passengers, who all diverted their eyes out their windows went Alan stepped down the center aisle. He was hoping to find a seat at the very rear of the bus. Luckily the last bench seat was empty and he pushed himself as deeply into the corner as he could. His petticoat covered his thighs but the air conditioned faux-leather seats startled the back of his naked legs. Only a few passengers ever ventured a glance towards the back of the bus during the trip down town. Luckily not a single person questioned him directly as to his costume. With a deep breath Alan calmly diminished his humiliation and finally he was en route home.

As the bus filled, dozens of new passengers crowded into the bus. They gradually took seat after seat until none was left except one next to him. One more Stop allowed a young woman to join the trip. Slowly her eyes wandered from possible seats until at last she saw the last ne next to Alan. Of course she was stunned seeing him in a French Maid outfit, especially with an abundantly frilled petticoat beneath a very skimpy short skirt.

Boldly she took the seat. She introduced herself as Jasmine but Alan didn’t mention his name. She spoke up and asked about his “costume.” Alan felt forced to confess he was training to be a sissy maid for his wife. When Jasmine asked what that meant Alan’s confession continued until suddenly it came to her that Alan was a male CDer and not at all female. Rather than trying to run away, Jasmine continued the conversation. Learning more and more about him and feeling quite comfortable about having met him.

Jasmine surprised Alan when asking if he ever hired himself out to be a maid at parties, or perhaps a bartender, or whatever. He said yes, and told of his recent experience at a Frat Party leading to a stealthy escape before half way through the party. Eventually, In her cell phone she entered Alan’s number and on a piece of paper she scribbled her number suggesting that sometime they might contact and explore options. Politely Alan thanked Jasmine for talking with him during the trip down town.

After the bus pulled into the station parking designation, they parted ways. Alan took a deep breath when only the bus driver remained, and he finally screwed up enough courage to disembark himself. He was very self conscious stepping into all the travelers milling around outside. A glance inside the station proved it was equally crowded inside. With a turn around and looking for a Taxi, his courage again lifted as he spotted several yellow cabs in a line, waiting to be called to a destination. The first cabbie was a little put off by Alan’s appearance, but hearing of a possible fare for about 15 miles journey he pushed his concerns aside. Inside the cab the driver asked for reassurance that Alan had cash enough to pay for the fare. Alan displayed a fist load of bills obviously sufficient for the fare, the engine was started and before Alan knew, they arrived at the destination. Alan gave the driver a nice $12 tip and as the yellow cab disappeared, Alan stepped into his house.

More? Read: EPISODE 14 --- Back at Home Base, Not Really a Sanctuary
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