Walking into the garage I felt out of place as always when I have to go in there, it was dirty and greasy and there is always this smell that I can’t identify but it isn’t pleasant. The usual whistles and lewd comments rang out just a little over the click of my heels on the cement as I walked towards my car still in the air. The boss came from the office and asked me to join him in there. I just wanted my car and to escape from the man cave before I got something smeared on my skirt.
In his office, I noticed his ankles looked like he was wearing pantyhose. Then I saw a Victoria’s Secret bag handle sticking out of the grease covered trash can. I know them well enough to recognize it.I pulled it from the trash can and he began to sweat. I told him I thought he could get my car done a bit sooner and if he did I would make sure that no one else knew he was wearing I read from the receipt a pink camisole and stockings under his coveralls. He blushed and nodded and that was the beginning of a very interesting evening in which my mechanic became my sissy play thing.
Sadie
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