Johnny considered himself to be an alpha male, so he felt more than a little embarrassed about his secret obsession with wearing lacy, female underwear. The men he knew were all tough guys, they would want to bitch him if they ever found out about it. So, he put the flimsy garments on in the privacy of his own flat.
The sensation of them on his skin, the sense of skimpiness and allure made him feel so excited, that he was tempted to flaunt himself at the window, rubbing himself against his own reflection in the glass. It was OK, he was on the 5th floor, so no-one would ever see him, but it felt good to imagine them all looking at him, wanting him.
He let himself get carried away with his fantasy. But suddenly, one day, in the middle of his dreaming, he was startled by an urgent knocking at the door. Whoever could it be at this hour?
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This art by Stromo is actually entitled 'Joaquin, practicing social distancing' and dates from the Covid Lockdown era. The image itself is oddly impressionistic, with some pretty weird reflections and a sense of warped, condensed timescales. I've embodied similar distortions into my story, based on the image.















