JUST ACROSS THE HALL: LGBT+ Transgender & Crossdressers stories

6 Parts Series Full Story LGBT+ Transgender & Crossdressers stories

Contents

Sometimes destiny is just across the hall...........

Where There's Smoke..............................................

Things intensify between Lonnie and Kyle.........

Kyle accepts Lonnie's terms and becomes Kylie.

A panty-boy butterfly prepares to spread...........

their wings.

The lines between reality and dreams cross......

The Secret Is Out

It was just another lazy Saturday alone with no real plans.

I seemed to be a in rut. Life was just sleep, eat breakfast, maybe jerk off, shower, work, eat dinner, maybe jerk off again, watch television and go to bed.

The alarm had gone off that Saturday morning and I hit the snooze button several times.

What was the point? I asked myself.

Sunlight was streaming in through the blinds and I covered my face with my comforter. Somewhere a car alarm went off and the owner was apparently a better sleeper than I was.

I threw back the covers and reluctantly dragged my ass out of bed.

I had the whole day off and decided to stay in and watch movies all day. I changed out of my pajamas and into some loose-fitting sweatpants a ripped t-shirt. I didn't even bother to put underwear on.

Again...what was the fucking point?

My name is Kyle. I'm 22 years old. I'm almost 5'5 and weigh 100 pounds.

I blame my small stature on my mom's side of the family. All the men were small.

I have brown, shaggy hair and something someone with bad vision might have called a goatee.

I looked younger than I really was and I looked sloppy. I didn't have a girlfriend, much less guys friends I hung out with in my free time. I walked through life with no real purpose.

I was in a real 'just fuck it!' kind of a mood that day.

I had two bowls of some sugary kids cereal and left the dirty dishes in the sink. I drank from the bottle of OJ in the fridge and put it back.

I plopped my ass onto the couch and planned to stay there all day, save a few bathroom breaks here and there. If I was hungry, I'd order a pizza. I'd drink some beer, snack on junk food and watch movies all day.

I might even watch some porn and jerk off.

It was my day. I could do whatever the Hell I wanted to do.

As far as I was concerned, the World could just go to Hell.

And then FATE stepped in and said, "Not so fast."

I was stretched out, one leg up on the back of the couch, when there was a knock on the door. I pulled my hand out of my sweatpants, stood and stretched.

I could feel a draft and realized my sweatpants had slipped down and I was showing some crack. I pulled them up and tried to re-knot the drawstring but it had been knotted so many times in the past, that was useless.

Fuck it, I thought, If they slip down, they slip down." If the world was going to see my ass, it could kiss it while it was at it.

I peered through the peephole of my front door and was surprised to see my across-the-hall neighbor, Lonnie, standing there with a broad smile on his face.

I opened the door and gave him my best version of a 'good morning' smile.

"These wouldn't be yours, would they?" he asked.

I looked down and, to my horror, saw he was holding several pairs of panties in his hand.

Of course I recognized them immediately! They were my bikini and boy-short style panties. Yes. I said 'my panties.'

I stood there frozen, taken totally off guard. My sweatpants slipped down a little again and I quickly pulled them back up.

Lonnie spoke again, "I found them in one of the dryers downstairs."

I was speechless for another second and then stuttered, "They're my girlfriend's."

"I didn't realize you had company, he said, peering over my shoulder into my apartment, "I don't think I've anyone coming or going."

My mind raced and then I stuttered, "Uhhh..she's in...ummm...Europe."

I was the worst liar ever.

Europe? Really? What was I thinking?

"She's a model," I continued, "I was catching up on some laundry yesterday and realized she'd left some things."

"Well, you're a damn considerate boyfriend, Kyle. She's a lucky girl,"

I smiled nervously.

Then he switched gears again.

"Is she tall? Most models are tall."

"Ummmmm...she's not that tall. She's kinda...well she's sorta..."

Interrupting he asked, "About your height?"

"I'm a little taller," I said quickly.

He checked the tag of one of my panties and looked at the size. Then he looked at me and smiled again.

That fucking million dollar smile.

I smiled back, wishing the Earth would open up and swallow me and my panties.

"Word to the wise, though, Kyle. Women are usually a little more careful with their delicates. You might want to hand wash these from now. That is, if you have to wash them again before she gets back."

I didn't know what to say.

"They feel really nice. I mean, have you felt them?"

Uhhhhhhh...

Quick damnit! Think of SOMETHING!

"Uhhh...yeah...they feel really good...I mean...that is..when she wears them and I feel them."

"I hear ya, man," he said grinning, "I hear ya."

Holy shit. He was buying it. He was buying it, right?

"I'd imagine some of these are expensive. Especially these."

He held up the delicate, lacy ones. The pink ones, the peach ones and the baby blue ones. They were silky and I loved how they felt against my skin.

He paused and smiled. We both stared at the panties.

Then he added, "I think the cottons ones survived."

He held up the cotton panties.

These were a little more playful. They were styled like boy's jockey briefs. They even had a mock fly. The other three pairs had cartoons on them.

"I love cute cotton panties. Don't you? They're so playful."

"Yeah, they're amazing," I stammered.

He grinned.

"On HER! My girlfriend, that is. They're amazing on her."

Lonnie looked into my eyes, smiling, before finishing his thought, "I bet they are, Kylie. I just bet they are. Then again," he said, leaning in a little, "A model can make anything look good. Am I right?"

"Yes you are, Lonnie. You are so right."

Then he said, "So remember: machine washing is much too harsh for these."

He held up the delicate, lacy little bikini's. He fondled them slightly.

I took them from him.

"Got it. Hand wash only."

"Good boy," he said, lifting his hand with the cotton panties, "But these cute little cotton ones," he held them out for me, "They're machine safe."

I grabbed them, bunched them with my other panties and put my hands behind my back.

"Good to know. Thanks Lonnie."

"Maybe you should throw on a pair," he said chuckling.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Or something," he said with a wink.

I noticed he was looking down and when I glanced down, I noticed my sweatpants had slid down again and I could see the start of my short curlies.

"Oh!" I said, reaching back around and pulling my bottoms back up.

"Going commando today, huh?"

"Yeah just kinda lying around being lazy," I stammered, "You know...nothing clean to wear..."

"But you just did the laundry," he said.

There was a long pause and then he laughed.

"I'm just fucking with you, man,"

I laughed too. Sorta.

"Will she be gone for a while?" Lonnie said changing the subject.

"Who?"

Laughing, Lonnie said, "Your girlfriend, silly."

"Oh yeah," I replied, kicking myself as I did, "She'll be gone all summer. Huge modeling gig."

"Well, good for her. How exciting!"

"Yeah...it's pretty...fucking cool."

PLEASE LEAVE. PLEASE LEAVE.

OH DEAR GOD, PLEASE LEAVE.

"Well, if you get lonely, just knock on my door."

"Excuse me?" I nearly choked.

"If you get lonely-"

I looked into his hazel eyes. Those hazel eyes.

I felt myself falling into them.

"Come on over. We'll catch a game or something. I just bought a 72" plasma. It's pretty awesome. We can have a guy's only night."

He offered me his hand to shake.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Sounds great."

I absentmindedly brought my hand back around front to take his hand and extended my hand holding all my panties.

Lonnie just smiled that million dollar smile.

I pulled my hand back and put it behind my back, my sweatpants slid down again and I grabbed them before they fell to the floor.

"Looks like you have your hands full, Kyle. I'll let you get back to it. Remember: I'm right there," he said pointing at his door right across from mine.

He turned towards his apartment, stopped, then turned back to me.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Kyle, but I bet those panties look great on your model girlfriend."

"What? Oh! Yeah. Yes they do..yes...they...do..."

"Nothing sexier than a cute pair of panties stretched across a nice, round butt."

He let those words hang in the air for what seemed like an eternity.

My face was flushing and my heart was racing. Lonnie, my fucking, next door fucking neighbor, knew my inner most fucking secret. I needed to bail before something was said that couldn't be unsaid.

"Well, I've got stuff to do too," he said.

OH THANK GOD.

"Remember, hand wash those pretty underthings," he said entering his apartment.

"Yessir. Got it. Hand wash them. Uhh...thanks."

I closed my door and pressed my back into it.

I was pretty sure Lonnie knew the panties were mine but he never let on. He didn't call me a freak or pervert. He just smiled and went back into his apartment directly across from mine.

My eyes were closed and my heart was thundering in my chest.

And my cock was stirring.

What? What was up with that?

There was no denying Lonnie was a good looking man: literally tall, dark and handsome. He was at least 6'6 and 230 pounds. He was bald but I think that was by choice.

It was obvious he worked out, often. I remember noticing how his bicep had flexed when he handed me my panties.

Lonnie had told me once he'd been born in the UK but had moved to the states with his parents and five sisters when he was 12. He still had a little bit of an accent.

As far as a I knew, Lonnie didn't have a girlfriend. I knew he wasn't married. I figured he was a player though because I'd seen some pretty girls coming and going from his place every now and then.

I had this nagging feeling, though, that Lonnie was gay. I don't know why I thought he was. It was just a suspicion.

Well, it had been just a suspicion until our exchange that morning.

I just couldn't shake the feeling that Lonnie not only knew the panties he was holding were mine but that he liked the idea.

It was the way his eyes traveled over my body, especially when my sweatpants slipped down.

It was almost like he was imagining me wearing my panties, and I think he'd liked what he was seeing in his imagination.

I also couldn't shake the feeling that Lonnie had been flirting with me.

Me wearing panties for Lonnie?

Lonnie liking me modeling my panties for him?

Lonnie flirting with me?

Craziness. It was craziness.

Still I couldn't stop thinking the naughty thoughts I was having so I stripped off my clothes and slipped into a pair of panties.

I chose the peach bikini panties. I fingered the lacy waistband and slid them up my legs. I ran my hands across my ass, feeling that heavenly material.

I rubbed my butt, imagining it was Lonnie's hand I was feeling.

Then I stretched out on my bed and slipped my hand into my panties as I played with my nipples with the other. As I stroked myself, eyes closed, I imagined I was wearing these same panties and standing at Lonnie's door.

He was staring at my body. I was posing like some little sex kitten, flirting with him. I licked my lips and batted my eyes at him.

He was so much bigger than me and I felt small and vulnerable. I just wanted him to pick me up and carry me inside and do whatever he wanted to do to me.

I was stroking myself faster now.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Lonnie would grab my hand and pull me into his apartment and do all sorts of incredible things to me.

I jerked myself to a wonderful orgasm.

I lay there, biting my bottom lip, and breathing hard.

After I slid my wet, sticky panties off and tossed them towards the hamper. I'd hand wash them later.

I took a quick shower.

I went through my panty drawer and chose a pair of baby blue cotton hipster style panties. There were little white polka dots on them.

I looked at my ass in the mirror and liked what I saw. I turned my body from side to side.

I put my sweatpants back on but rolled them down so just a hint of the lacy waistband of my panties showed. I grabbed a black tank top. It was tight and showed off my slender, lean torso. Just a little belly showed.

I went back into the living room to continue my lazy day.

I turned on my tv and surfed on over to the porn channel. Title after title scrolled by. I went through most of the channels until I got to the gay channels. Some of the titles made me chuckle.

I won't say I'd never watched gay porn before. Some of it was actually really hot.

As I scrolled down a title caught my attention.

PANTY-BOY SEDUCTION.

I hit BUY.

As the first scene started to play out, I slipped a hand into my panties.

*********

Three days had gone by since Lonnie had knocked on my door to return my panties to me. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I was back in my rut.

Every day was the same.

I got up. I worked. I came home. I microwaved my dinner. I dressed in my panties. I watched PANTY BOY SEDUCTION and jerked off. I went to bed.

I bumped into Lonnie a few times in the elevator and in the mailroom. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted about bullshit. He asked how my girlfriend was and I made up horrible lies which I'm sure he saw right through.

I always felt like his eyes followed me, especially if I was walking in front of him, which I always seemed to be doing. Lonnie always had some excuse to lag behind and walk just a feet behind me.

I decided he did that because he was trying to figure out whether or not I was wearing panties under my jeans or work pants.

I usually was.

Or maybe, I told myself, Lonnie liked walking behind me because he liked looking at my ass.

Something told me Lonnie was a fan of panties.

The same something told me Lonnie was a fan of my ass.