Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 3.

As the taxi took me back to my sister Jenn’s house I occupied myself by thinking of ways I might extract suitable punishment from the degenerate and dangerous Devina. Not only had she seen me in panties, the result of a perfectly innocent situation, but she had photographed me and posted the picture on social media, which a prospective employer had then viewed.

This was beyond awful. This was catastrophic. Anyone might see such a picture, and copy it. It was likely beyond my control, even if the blasted women did take it down.

I remembered Steve’s message about needing me to help him run an account. After a quick call back it transpired he did indeed want me to set up an agency with him, that we’d be equal partners and why not make a go of it? I told him I liked the sound of the idea, but wanted to sleep on it.

It seemed a fairly good plan under the circumstances. I was, after all, in the rather unfortunate position of having absolutely nothing to loose, except for a reputation of moderate success – although if word of my (accidental) cross dressing got out, that too might evaporate swiftly.

‘Dammit,’ I thought. ‘I’m being outed and I wasn’t even ‘in’.’

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