him staying so I checked his wallet and found where he stayed along with a photograph of an attractive young girl and a baby. Now I really DID feel guilty! I managed to waken him enough to get him on his feet, downstairs and to hail a taxi. I gave the driver the address and enough money for the fare and tip and waved him off.

It’s funny how the gentle burning sensation in my hole and the memory of the evening quickly faded the guilt and my cock quickly grew again, waiting for a more leisurely release.

2. The unwitting cross-dresser:

I told you at the beginning of this piece that I was a guy and very much a guy. At 22, I was slightly “soft” looking in demeanour but I wasn’t effeminate. I suppose if a girl took me home to mum and dad, they would suss me out in about 10 minutes but I wasn’t a raging fairy. Now you have that, I can continue with my second adventure.

The fancy dress party was hosted by the firm of accountants I worked for. It was a pre-Christmas bash, held in November because they were accountants and it was cheaper. There was no theme but having just seen Johnny Depp in “Pirates of the Caribbean part something or another” and having fallen hopelessly in love with him, I decided to be a pirate. I donned a felt hat, put a buckle in it, and borrowed a frilly shirt from a gay friend much older than I was, who still remembered wearing it when Adam and the Ants were popular. My pants were borrowed from a slightly plump female friend who had some baggy black trousers and also offered a short jacket that with some red stripes on it. Some shiny buckles on a pair of black trainers and I almost looked the part. I finished off with some pale make up, eye shadow (to look like Johnny) and a small, stick-on moustache. My sword was a plastic dagger in a belt sheath and that was it!!

The party was great fun as all parties with a free bar tend to be and the condition of both me and my costume deteriorated as the evening progressed. Sometime through the evening, my moustache disappeared, my hat went awol, and my dagger ended up in some trifle. It was a very tiddly, poor imitation of Mr Depp, who finally called it a day and headed home sometime after midnight. I was a little too embarrassed to go to the taxi rank and needed to clear my head so decided on walking the two miles or so home. The final mile or so, took me around the perimeter of a school playing field and my journey had been quite uneventful.

“Hi there gorgeous,” said the voice.

I turned to face a well built and quite attractive 35 year old, in much the same state alcoholically as I was. He was in a pair of tight jeans, and a white short sleeved shirt. He must have been cold on such a cool evening. I wasn’t sure if he was taking the piss or trying to pick me up.

“Hi to you,” I said, my voice a little higher than I expected.

“Boyfriend left you, then,” he said?

I looked at him quizzically then realised that in my current state, without all the trappings to make me a pirate, I could be a girl. I had girl’s baggy trousers, which looked like a skirt,