Mike couldn't believe he was doing this again. He was blushing, hard, just thinking about it. He had even double-checked that the entire house was empty, even though he knew for a fact that no one would be home for hours. He stood in the middle of his bedroom for a moment, swallowing down his embarrassment, before going to the closet and opening the door.

There was a suit bag, hanging on a hanger, far on the left side, beyond his actual suits. It looked innocent, like it really was intended just to keep the dust off, like it contained nothing but some sensible formal wear. There was no reason for anyone to ever look inside it, not like there would be if he had written "Private! Do not open!" on the outside, or if he had stored his secrets in a suspiciously opaque crumpled bag in the back of his sock drawer. Mike was a big believer in hiding things in plain sight.

He retrieved the suit bag and laid it down on his bed, and unzipped it slowly, breathing heavier as its contents were revealed. A corset hung from the hanger, black, faux leather, with laces all the way down the front. It wasn't an exact replica of Dr. Frank-N-Furter's, from the movie, but it was pretty close, flat-chested, made for a man. Clipped to the bottom of the hanger were underwear and a garter belt. A zipped pocket on the front of the suit bag contained stockings, long gloves, a fake pearl necklace, and a small make-up bag. He took out all these items, and went back to the closet to get a certain shoe box, just one among many: again, hidden in plain sight.

Mike closed his mirrored closet doors, and stood in front of them, so he could see all of himself, and started stripping. He took off his t-shirt, revealing his well-defined abs and chest, and let it fall to the floor. He was proud of his body. It got him a lot of attention, and he knew Tina especially liked it. He always enjoyed the way she was turned on just by seeing his muscles, and running her hands across his skin. He imitated her movements now, watching himself, imagining that it was her delicate touch he could feel gliding over his stomach, unbuttoning his jeans.

He lowered the zipper and let his jeans fall to the floor. He kicked them away with his bare feet, then bent to remove his boxers as well. Then he stood, still watching himself, with nothing on. His penis was already half-hard with excitement. He felt strange, like he shouldn't be so naked, even in his own room. Like his mother could come in at any moment and see him, and disapprove with a silent look. His instincts were telling him to get into bed under the covers and hide from his own nudity. Instead he picked up the pieces of his costume, one at a time, and started to put them on.

The underwear from the costume was black, like everything else, and shiny, smooth. It felt incredible sliding up his legs. It was shaped kind of like a girl's panties, and was seamless on the front, but like the corset, it had been made for a man's shape, and had room for all his... parts. He pulled it into place with a slight snap of the waistband. He adjusted it for comfort, sliding his fingers just inside the elastic around his legs, and grew even harder at the feeling. He could see the shape of his erection poking forward at the front. He rubbed his palm against it, through the smooth fabric, and exhaled a sharp, sudden breath.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled one of the stockings on. He pointed his toes, enjoying the way it made his foot look more feminine, as the material flattened out the hair on his legs. He smoothed one hand down the dark nylon, all the way down his leg and back up again, before pulling the top of the stocking to its full length, most of the way up his thigh. Then he pulled the second stocking up his other leg in a similarly reverent way, his heartbeat racing at the sight. He stood in front of the mirror again, picked up the garter belt, and pulled it around his waist, hooking it closed behind him. Four stretchy straps hung from it, two at each leg, and he clipped them to the stockings, to hold them up.

Next, the shoes. He got them out of the shoebox and slipped them on easily, no straps or buckles. Just simple black high heels, with an open toe. Standing again, once they were on, required strength, and the lift of the heels accentuated his calves. His hips were tilted at a new angle, and he turned to the side for a better view of how shapely his ass looked, and how his skin contrasted with the garters. He crouched down, knees up to his chest, to see the curve of his ass in the silky panties, and the tension in his thighs, stretching the elastic of the stockings. He raised himself up again, slowly, watching his every movement in the mirror.

He had loosened the laces of the corset last time he had worn it. He stepped into it, carefully, pulled it up to his torso, and brought the straps up over his shoulders. He started carefully tightening the laces, starting from the bottom, pulling them hard enough to feel it, hard enough to change the shape of his body. He wasn't fast at it, but he wasn't nearly as slow as he had been the first time. When he was halfway done, he couldn't help pausing to stroke his hands over his narrowed waist, and take some deep breaths into his chest. He had once allowed himself to get light headed, and he wouldn't make that mistake again. Fainting, here in his room, dressed like this, being found like this would be... God. Not worth thinking about. So, not quite so tight this time. But tight enough to really feel it. He finished tightening the laces, all the way up, and tied them off at the top, letting the extra length hang down his chest.

God he was hard. He was so ready to stroke his cock, watching himself, right in front of the mirror. He was going to come so hard. He never bothered with the necklace or the make-up, he wasn't any good at putting on make-up, and he didn't really like the look of it anyway. But just one more thing. Then he'd be ready.

Mike picked up one of the gloves and pulled it on. It was long, it went all the way up past his elbow. It looked... elegant. Feminine. It was silky and shiny, like the panties. It was going to feel incredible stroking his cock. He turned to pick up the other glove, and out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw movement. He gasped, panicking. There, out in the hallway, through the narrow gap in the doorway. His eyes widened in fear. He looked around his room. Where could he hide these things? Where could he hide himself? Yes, there was definitely someone there. He whirled around, caught halfway between darting one direction and another. The door pushed open. Fuck. Fuck!

A curious face peaked inside, framed by long black hair with blue highlights. Tina. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief. "Hey."

Tina. Thank god it's only Tina, the other possibilities would have been so much worse, but god why did she have to walk in now? Mike started pulling his glove off. "Tina, I, I wasn't - It's just my old Rocky Horror costume, I don't really -" He stumbled on his heels, suddenly clumsy.

"Um..." Tina smiled and looked him over. "Looks like somebody's excited." She stepped up to him and brought her body right up against his, and brushed her knuckles lightly over his cloth-covered erection. It twitched. "Having fun?"

"I was just - I was just..." But what could he say? His face burned with humiliation. "Tina..."

"I noticed nobody's home." Tina dragged her fingers down the center of his chest, catching them on the laces where they crisscrossed. "And you know, it's a real shame to cover up a body like this." She quickly untied the knot at the top and starting pulling the laces loose. She kissed his face eagerly. "Come on, show me your abs."

"Tina, what are you -" Mike tried to still her hands, but she persisted. "Are you seriously doing what I think you're doing?"

Tina laughed. "What, you think I'd let an opportunity like this go to waste?" She brought her hand down to his crotch again, and gave it just a light touch. "Come on, take this stuff off and let's have some fun." She finished loosening the laces and pulled the straps down his shoulders.

Mike helped her pull his corset down his body and removed it completely. He dragged a hand through his hair, and dropped his voice to a whisper. "Tina, don't you think this is kind of... kind of weird?"

Tina kissed him. "Mike, I really don't care what turns you on. As long as I'm the one who gets to take advantage of it."

"You... Really?" Mike laughed, relieved, embarrassed, nervous. "You're really not freaked out or anything?"

Tina stroked her hands over his strong shoulders, his solid chest, his incredible abs. "I am way too turned on to take the time to freak out." She backed herself toward the bed, and pulled him with her, with her hands around his neck. "I really need you to get on top of me now."

Mike let her drag him along, then he stumbled, and bent down, laughing. "Wait, just let me -" He pulled off his high heeled shoes, one at a time, and then did as he was told, straddling her on the bed. He let her kiss his shame away, as she moaned and gasped beneath him. He quickly lost himself in it, and it all felt so good, so safe, so hot. It all felt so familiar.

Well, other than the stockings.