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Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life. Malcolm had a few girlfriends over the years but never anything serious; he kept himself to himself and rarely socialised outside of a small circle of colleagues and close friends he had cultivated over the years. Malcolm was boring really; but he one closely guarded secret. Malcolm was a crossdresser.

Once or twice a week Malcolm liked to lock all the doors of his modest two-bedroom suburban home, close all of the blinds, take the phone off the hook, and dress like a woman. It had started as nothing really serious; as a child he had liked to play with his mother's panties and nylons; he loved the feel of the garments against his skin and occasionally he would wear his mother's underwear for an hour or two and then carefully place it back in the laundry basket. His fetish continued into his teens and when he finally left home and got a place of his own be bought his own panties, stockings and pantyhose and would spend the odd evening dressed in the silky articles. 

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