Crossdressing Stories

He noticed her as he came through the door that led into the arrival hall. He had actually stopped to adjust his eyeglasses and was hoping on moving on to the exit with the slim briefcase he held in his hand. The woman was holding a placard in her hand. There was something about her that made him take a closer look. It wasn’t as if he was the only person who had caught sight of the woman. He observed that other people, including men and women, who encountered her either had to take another look after they walked past her, or they deliberately stopped walking quickly in order to get a good look at her. So even if he was supposed to be guilty and charged for staring, moping, or leering, at least he knew he wasn’t going to be alone. She reminded him of a pilot, the way that the black cap rested on her head as if it was meant to always be there. She wore it so well that it perfectly complemented her silver colored hair. And speaking of her hair, she chose to allow it to fall loosely on her shoulders and on her back. Her eyes were big, taking in everything that came within view. As she looked around, the long artificial eyelashes that she had on flicked and fluttered like the wings of a bird. Her nose was straight and pointed, while her lips were full and painted in bright red. She was dressed in what appeared to be a uniform made up of a white short-sleeved blouse and a pair of black pants. But it was not her uniform that was eye-catching. It was the figure inside the uniform.