An Unwelcome Visit

I rushed downstairs, opened the front door, and prepared to take the packets. To my horror, the voice at the door said "central heating." I had agreed to the date of the compulsory annual gas check, done for safety reasons, and had completely forgotten about it!

"Give me two minutes!" I replied in a blind panic. I ran around the house trying desperately to remove all traces of my cross-dressing activity. I pulled a pair of baggy jeans over my dress, put on a jumper and splashed water on my face to try and wash off the make-up and mask the odour of my perfume.

Hurrying back to the door, I let the central heating man in. "Sorry about that," I apologised. "I had to clear a few things up."

"That's all right, mate," he said in a friendly, cockney voice. "There's no rush."

I ushered him in and showed him where the boiler was. I then realised what a miserable effort I'd made to try to hide my guilty secret. My breast inserts were lying about a foot from the boiler, there was a catalogue specialising in transvestite clothing prominently on display, and there were bras and panties hanging over one of the radiators. My fingernails were also still varnished. Furthermore, you could still detect my perfume floating in the air and I had forgotten to put anything on my feet, so my stockings were visible beneath my jeans. He'd obviously noticed this, as he looked down meaningfully. It was the same with the breast inserts; he couldn't help seeing them.

He started work on the boiler. He seemed to be taking an eternity. I couldn't wait to get rid of him. Whilst he worked he chatted in a friendly way about the usual, banal subjects: the weather and football. He was a nice-looking bloke: tall, slim, with a handsome face and a nice pert bum. He was in his mid-twenties, I estimated, like myself. In other circumstances I might have been attracted to him. Now, however, my nervous tension overcame any desire.

To make matters worse, he found a fault; he would have to stay even longer. Then he said something that stunned me. "You know, you have no reason to go to any trouble on my account. What you do in the privacy of your own home is your own affair."