For several years now, I’ve enjoyed cross-dressing, but today, for my 18th birthday, I treated myself to a stunning blonde wig that completely transforms my appearance. My sister, always understanding, regularly lends me underwear and skirts, but this afternoon, alone at home, I chose a light summer dress she had discreetly left me when she moved in with her boyfriend. The silky fabric gliding over my bare skin sent shivers of pleasure through me, each movement arousing an erection I couldn’t contain. As I adjusted the wig in front of the mirror, I found myself so seductive, so desirable, that I began to get aroused at the sight of my own reflection, my hands caressing the curves the dress outlined on my body.

That’s when the door opened unexpectedly, and my father appeared in the doorway. His face, initially bewildered, almost stunned, quickly transformed into a surprisingly knowing smile. I felt my blood run cold, my erection instantly softening under his gaze, though the dress barely concealed my panic.

“Is this your coming out?” he asked in a soft, almost amused voice. “Come on, let’s celebrate.” Without waiting for an answer, he took a bottle of white wine and two glasses, filled them with a deliberate slowness that seemed to stretch time, and then placed them on the living room coffee table.

We stood facing each other, the silence growing heavy between us, but I could feel an electricity pulsing in the air. My heart was pounding so hard I imagined he could hear it. With a slow, almost theatrical gesture, he lifted a fold of my dress, and I felt his burning gaze sweep over my thigh, my sex, before returning to my face. Under this intense attention, I felt my penis harden again, creating a visible bulge beneath the thin fabric. I saw that he too was aroused, and guided by an impulse I didn’t understand, my hand moved toward him. He took it gently, his warm fingers enveloping mine, then guided it to his penis, already erect beneath his trousers.