I normally don’t get dressed until lunchtime. When I get out of bed, I just pull on a jumper over my nightdress, slip into a pair of shoes that have a 2in heel and that’s it for the morning. Yes, I’m a man who likes to wear women’s clothes. If you don’t like that then stop reading now.

I feel relaxed as I drink my coffee and eat some rye bread toast in the kitchen. No TV. No Radio. No Newspapers, just peace and quiet plus the occasional crunch of me taking a bite.

There I am thinking that all was good in the world when my front door bell goes.

“Sod off,” I mentally say to them. This is my time. Besides there is no way I’m answering the door wearing a floor length nightdress, a pair of heels no matter what height and unshaven to boot.

The ringing continues. Then the flap to the letter box opens and a voice shouts.

“John. Can you answer the door. I know you are there. I’m locked out and I need to call my sister. She has a spare key.”

Oh shit. It is my recently moved in next door neighbour. I tried to remember her name and failed but she’s obviously remembered mine.

Resigned to the fact that I my cross-dressing habit is going to be exposed I somewhat wearily get up from the table and walk into the hallway.

Any hopes that I might have had that she would have given up were immediately dashed because I could see her through the frosted glass of my front door.

I opened the front door and let her in.

“Thanks, I is perishing cold out there,” she said as she hurried inside my nice and warm home.

“I…”

I just shook my head and closed the door behind her.

“Go through to the kitchen. My phone is in there.”

As I walked behind her I suddenly remembered her name. It was Ruth.

“Ruth, take a seat. I’ll pour you a cup of coffee.”

She sat down and smiled at me.

“Thanks.”

I handed her the phone and while she dialled, I poured her some Coffee.

“This is nice coffee,” she said once she’d talked to her sister.

I knew I was staring at her but who could resist? She was wearing a short almost transparent bed jacket over an equally see through ‘baby doll’ negligee. Her ample breasts bounced up and down as she walked.

“How did you get stuck outside?” I asked in a desperate attempt to take my eyes of her body.

“I was putting some rubbish out when the wind blew the bin lid away. As I went to retrieve it, the wind blew my door closed.”

Then she grinned.

“It is so nice to find that there is someone else like me in the building. It is going to be such fun now that there are two of us living next door to each other.”

All I could do was nod my head. Her manhood was also equally visible beneath the thin negligee.