Our Family Neighbor, Mr. Attley

Note : This story is completely fictional!

When I was growing up, me, my older brother and his friends often played in the attic of our home. We lived in a rather large English Tudor style house in a upper-middle class subdivision of St. Louis. Given the house was A-Frame in nature, there was plenty of room in the attic for a group of young boys like us to play.

In fact, the attic was so large, my parents often used part of it for a storage area. Often we boys went up to the attic and pretended that it was our hide-out. And like all boys do, every so often we played, spin-the-bottle.

I loved playing spin-the-bottle even though I was so young at the time. While my brother and his friends played the game as more of a dare, I played right along cause secretly, I loved stripping in front of a group of older boys. And I also loved looking at my older brother’s friends in the buff even at that early of an age. It was so much fun to run around the attic naked with them. 

But unfortunately once my older brother became a teenager, all the fun we use to have suddenly ended. My brother of course like just about all teenage boys do suddenly became interested in girls, sports and music.

About five years later, I was sitting at home by myself one summer afternoon just after playing soccer with my friends. Both my parents worked and my brother was now in the military. So nobody was at home except for me.

Out of curiosity, I decided that I would pay the old attic a visit again. I hadn’t been up there in years and wanted to revisit the place where we use to have so much fun growing up. 

I went upstairs to the hall closet between the bedrooms and pulled the cord down which was attached to the trap door in the ceiling. I then unfolded the ladder downward until the bottom touched the floor. Carefully, I climbed the steps in anticipation of finding the old place pretty much as I remembered it. 

Once I reached the attic's floor, I clicked the light on. I climbed all the way to the top until I was standing up. As I looked around, fond memories of the old place came back to me. And there in the center of the floor by two old cushion chairs was where we use to play spin-the-bottle, strip our clothes off and placed them on the arms of the chairs.

As I walked to the center of the floor, I could see a rather small brown dusty box (about the size of a small microwave oven ) that was placed on one of the chairs probably by my mom years ago. 

When I picked it up and brushed off the dust, I could see where my mom had written “Donna’s Things” on the sides of it.

Donna was a college foreign exchange student from England who lived with us for nine months about the time my brother and I stopped playing in the attic. From what I remembered, Donna was a hot babe and my brother & his friends would have given anything to get into her panties back then. And no sooner did I open the box to see what was inside, when I came across two pairs of her panties, a hair brush, rob and two pairs of shoes that she must have left behind. 

Right away my heart started pounding. The touch and feel of those silk panties excited me beyond any emotion I had ever experienced. As I stood there and held the one pair up to my face (the pink, high-cut panties with lace bottoms) I got an immediate erection. And within seconds thoughts came over me to try them on. I had always been attracted to panties, and now I had the opportunity to try on a pair. 

After about a minute, I built up the courage to strip . It had been a long time since I took off my clothes in the attic. But no sooner did I yank my clothes off, when I felt just as comfortable in the buff as I did back then.

Then came the moment of truth. Carefully I opened the panties wide and placed one leg in. The minute I felt the silk touch my skin it gave me an instant rush. Slowly I pulled the panty leg opening up to my waist thrilled by the sensation of it moving up my thigh. As with the first leg, I placed my other leg in and pulled them all the way up. “God,” was the feeling ever so awesome! I knew the minute they were on me that I loved them. For the first time in my young life, I was exploring my other side. I pranced around the attic pretending that I was being chased by an older boy who was trying to get into my panties. “God”, did this turn me on. 

A few minutes later, I tried on the other pair (Blue, full cut lace panties with pink roses all around them). Like the pink panties, the blue one’s made me feel just as sexy as ever. Again I pranced around the attic only this time I sat on the arm of the old chair and pretended that I was a little girl sitting on my daddies lap in her pretty little underwear. 

The thought of all this was just too much. So, immediately, I pulled the panties down to my ankles and played with myself until I blew my load. 

Once I had cum, I pulled my panties up and put a blanket over the old dusty chair. I sat down and relaxed thinking about how good I felt inside wearing ladies underwear. They fit almost perfectly.

A few minutes later, a sudden urge came over me to see what I looked liked in them. So I changed back into the pink panties which I thought were the sexiest of the two and put my shorts back on. I climbed back down the ladder and went into the hall bathroom. When I removed my shorts, I couldn’t believe how hot and sexy I looked in them. “This is truly me”, I told myself. 

Within just a few minutes, I had transformed myself from being a boy named, “Justin” into a sweet little girl named, Justine; and did I ever love it. But that wasn’t enough to satisfy my urgings. 

I remembered that my mom had basket after basket of cosmetics and other junk underneath the sink that she had collected over the years. Once I reached under the sink and pulled out two large baskets, I found a whole bag stuffed full of hair ribbons. Right way I found a pink one that almost matched my panties perfectly so I clipped it on the left side of my hair and scalp. Then I looked in the mirror so I could admire just how pretty I looked with a ribbon in my hair. At the time I was 5’3, 110 lbs, blond hair and green eyes.

I thought I looked 1000 times hotter than any girl at school-- that was for sure.

I was so turned on, I must have admired myself for almost a full 20 minutes in the mirror. I even admired myself from every angle (front, sides and back) at least 10 times. 

That night at the dinner table all I could think about was being Justine. After I played soccer the next morning with my friends, the first thing I had planned when I got home was putting those darling pink panties on again with a ribbon in my hair.

Over the next few weeks, I came home every day after playing soccer and changed into my panties. At first I was really careful and only did it in the bathroom with the door locked even though nobody was home. But after a couple of weeks, I became braver and braver and even pranced around the house and watched TV in them while my parents were at work. 

I loved sitting on the sofa with my legs crossed watching TV and looking down every so often so I could admire my feminine attire. 

About a month later, I was sitting in my panties with a yellow ribbon in my hair watching a baseball game when I remembered that I needed to go outside on our patio and grab some sodas so I could put them in the refrigerator.

I thought about putting on some shorts and pulling the ribbon out of my hair, but I didn’t want to go to the trouble given I was only going to be out on our patio for a few seconds and the sodas were stacked only about 20 feet away from the outside kitchen door. Besides, I told myself, we had a fence surrounding our back yard so no one could see me anyway.

I opened the kitchen door open, walked out on the patio and grabbed a few cans. No sooner had I loaded the cans into the refrigerator door when I walked back outside to get a few more. As I slid the door open and walked outside about 20 feet to the stack sodas for the second time, suddenly our long time next-door neighbor, Jim Attley appeared. Mr. Attley worked out of his house selling industrialized kitchen equipment while his wife worked as an account in downtown St. Louis. That kind of explained why he was at home quite often. 

Right away all the blood rushed out of my face and I thought I was going to just die right then and there. It really didn’t matter why Mr. Attley was in our back yard-- all I knew is that he was looking at me in my pink panties with a yellow ribbon in my hair. Needless to say, I froze in place hoping that I would just die and melt away. But of course that didn’t happen.

Mr. Attley looked me up and down and without one single sign of emotion on his face, asked in a kind gentle tone if I had seen his cat, Skippy. I gulped several times and replied, “No, No sir ; I haven’t seen him at all today”.

Mr. Attley replied, “Well if you do Justin , please call me so I can come over and get him.”

I replied with my voice crackling and knees trembling, “Yes Sir, I will.”

Mr. Attley then said, “Good, thanks Justin” as he walked out the back gate like nothing at all happened. 

The instant I heard the gate click closed , I thought I was going to throw-up. I slowly opened the kitchen door and then rushed off to the bathroom. As I knelt down over the toilet seat and tried to vomit, haunting thoughts crossed my mind. Certainly Mr. Attley would tell my parents and then they would probably send me to see a shrink. And my grandparents would probably never want to look at me again. My mom would probably break down crying and my dad would be totally lost looking for answers as to where he and my mom went wrong with me. 

I was already planning a defense for myself in that I was going to tell my parents I did it as a gag for my friends. But I didn’t think my parents would buy it given they knew I was at home by myself that day cause I had just talked to both of them separately about 15 minutes before the incident happened.

In any event, once I spit up a few times in the toilet, I took off my panties and threw them away along with the blue pair of panties and the yellow ribbon. I vowed that I would never do anything like that again thinking I could undo the damage.

But after I got back into my shorts and sat down, I realized that I couldn’t undo the damage. Mr. Attley caught me red-handed in all my female glory. 

Just as disturbing was the fact that I both liked and respected Mr. Attley and I was sure the feeling was mutual--at least up until he saw me in those pink panties with a ribbon in my hair. I wondered how I could ever face him again, especially when he and his wife occasionally invited my parents and me over to their house for a party or when we invited them over to ours. 

Mr. Attley wasn’t a bad looking man for a guy his age either. I knew that he had just turned 40, because his wife had thrown him a huge blow-out party several months back for his 40th. But he actually looked more like he was in his late thirties. He was about 5’11, nice medium masculine build, very pretty stark blue eyes and slightly graying full head of light brown hair. He and his wife had been married 15 years, but didn’t have any children. I really thought he had the sexist chest in the world. Sometimes I would see him out mowing his lawn without a shirt on. Two delicious masculine nipples garnished his chest and it was complemented with very soft and light strands of chest hair. 

There was something else too. Several years back, I had bizarre dream one night that I was over at his house in the kitchen and his wife grabbed me by the hand and led me over to her husband who was sitting on the sofa so that I could suck his dick cause his wife said that she bet I could probably suck a cock better than she could. And about nine months after the first dream, I dreamt one night that I let Mr. Attley fuck me in his bed doggie style while his wife filmed us. The dream was so hot and real that I must have jacked-off for over a month thinking about it.