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It was a Saturday at 10:30 in the morning and I had been getting ready for what I was going to do for two hours. With one more look into a full length mirror I summoned the resolve to walk to my front door grab the handle and pull it inwards and open.
For a long time I had long felt like a prisoner in my own flat and I had had enough. My neighbour across from me had asked and got a camera put up at the top of our stairs and there were cameras in the gardens and front parking area as well you couldn't move, I couldn't breath.
Just four of us lived in that building which contained four flats a neighbour beneath me was out so I didn't have to worry about him and the communal ground floor door only gave access to the stairs and landing where I and my next door neighbour lived and I was pretty sure it was locked. The other lower flat being independent of us.
The postman had just been this I knew because saw him as he continued his round after having delivered our post to us.
Taking in a deep breath I stepped out of my flat grabbed the banister and one step at a time went down the flats stairs to pick up our post. Crouching down I sorted through it nothing for me but my upstairs neighbour she had some. I knew that sometimes she waited on the post arriving and was methodical about picking it up and posting mine through my letter box. So nervously two weeks prior I had told her face to face that I was a cross dresser she said why don't I drop round for a cup of tea. I'm not sure if she wanted me to come round then cross dressed and fully out myself to her or not. But anyway my five inch patent black stilettos slightly hindered my ascent as I looked down to see them safely click to what sounded like me noisily down onto each rising tread, looking down I sighted my black leather micro mini skirt and seamed black sheer hold ups that my legs were sheathed in and the feeling and sight of these made me even more aware of my vulnerability. Almost at the top it the stairs I took a deep breath in and then as my heels clicked to ward's my neighbours door the tight woollen polo necked black sweater I had on showed of my d.d breasts even more and prouder as I crouched down and delivered my neighbours post then turning round I looked into the lense of the camera filming me and smiled a blood red lipstick smile and ran my fingers through my short black bob wig as I opened my door and breathed a big sigh of relief.
However a week later my neighbour said "oh, thanks for popping my post through the door last Saturday saw you getting it and dropping it in my door through my door spy hole" and she smiled a wicked smile and then she added "so when are you coming.......oh, for that cup of tea I mean".........
Go for the tea😊
<p style="text-align: left;">She's not my type but the best thing I like about her is that they call her the cat woman.</p>