Yes, just when things looked like they can’t possibly go worse for Andy, he finds himself getting in deeper! Follow the painful progress of the hapless Andy – who would be him!
Put out to work by the evil Devina, Andy finds himself put into service with Chantelle. What could possibly go wrong?
Read Part 22 here: PART 22
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Clothes Maketh The Man is an iconic serial about crossdressing that’s been running since 2016. New episodes are added monthly, as we follow the hapless adventures of Andy – or Andrea – as he progresses in a tortured path fuelled by curiosity, passion and excitement.
Have you ever felt that perhaps you’ve placed your trust in the wrong person? Well, welcome to Andy’s world. He progresses from seemingly innocent situation to catastrophe with a regularity that will entertain you, and hopefully you’ll never experience. Imagine the moment when a trusted friend says ‘Trust me!‘ – and suddenly you realize things are going to go very, very badly.
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I’m delighted to say that I’ve released Part 18 of Clothes Maketh The Man. You will need to be logged in to read it, but for those of you enjoying the ongoing story of the hapless Andrea, you can find it here. A taster is below.
Now, let me remind you precisely where we are. I found myself in my walk in closet, crouching down, in five inch heels. You can’t imagine how that hurts after just a few moments. Just feet from where I was, on the other side of the closet door, was Mandy (my girlfriend), who had arrived at my place and let herself in unexpectedly.
Through the louvres of the closet door I watched and my blood ran cold as I realised she was dialling my number. There by my feet were the trousers with my cell phone in the pocket.
In that moment time seemed to stand still, hanging in the air, like an unplayed note in a musical score. I held my breath
Mandy had returned from her overseas trip and I’d forgotten the date. It had crept up so suddenly and now she was back, standing in my bedroom, looking at a pale pink tee shirt and leggings that were strewn about my bedroom…