John Alvin, Crossdressing in his Dorm Room.

John stood before the mirror, examining himself from head to toe. He was currently wearing a catholic school girl get-up, a white blouse with a pleated red and black flannel skirt. He wore black thigh-high stockings with brown loafers, and he added a red tie and a black vest to make the outfit look more sophisticated rather than slutty. The clothes looked great, but John focused on his head, specifically his face and hair. His black hair was wavy and luxurious, and the subtle makeup on his face highlighted his lips and cheekbones. To an outside observer, they'd see John and immediately think he was a girl.

John felt a rush of giddiness pass through him. He instinctively tried to quell that feeling before he started bouncing off the walls or something else that might draw attention to him. There was no point in doing so as John was currently in his one-room college dorm, and the young man locked the door before getting dressed. Nobody would be walking in on him to see him in women's clothes or that he was happy about it. John has had to spend most of his life being reserved, as drawing attention to himself usually leads to bad things. Bullying for his "unmanly" appearance, getting unflatteringly appraised or reminding someone that they needed to criticize him over something. Things like that.

John isn't sure when his interest in cross-dressing showed up or what it says about him and his mental state, but for now, he doesn't care. He lets the giddiness of his accomplishment sink in, and he starts posing in front of the mirror. The crossdresser was initially demure, simply twisting his body around to show off different angles. But after a while, he became more confident, energetic, and girly. He was twirling around with his skirts in hand, curtseying, winking at the mirror, even blowing kisses. At that moment, John felt like he was on top of the world in his euphoria.

That moment was ruined by the loud banging on his front door.