Übersetze folgenden Text in gut leserliches deutsch:”””A Rabbit In The Spotlight




A few days in a hotel on an out of town business trip…


…a rare opportunity to take you suitcase filled with all your stockings, pantyhose, girlie underwear, high heeled shoes, makeup and pretty skirts and dresses.


After ringing your wife and telling her you were “going out to dinner with business associates”, you start to prepare yourself. 


A thorough shower and shave…trim the eyebrows…manicure your nails..


…then meticulous application of your makeup….base, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, brow pencil, blusher and finally a pretty lipstick.


Then that special moment where you slip your glossy, sheer pantyhose up your mouth legs….what a wondrous sensation…that soft, smooth friction as you gently caressed your legs and slowly rubbed each pantyhose sheathed leg against the other.  


It was hard not to masturbate yourself to climax there are then, but you knew from past experience that would bring an abrupt end to a rare opportunity and indulgence.  


You were going to draw this out ands make the most of it, drowning yourself in an ocean of effeminacy all night.  


Next, your sexy, powder pink satin panties with the lace trim.  


Then the matching bra, affixed tightly around your chest, filled with silicone breast forms. 


Oooh, how deliciously girlie you felt as your caressed your bra with one hand and panty covered waist with the other.  


Some sexy earrings and other jewellery and “she” was starting to take shape as you adjusted your long blonde wig onto your head and brushed it into shape.  


Then a pair of your favourite stilettos as you minced effeminately around the hotel room for several minutes, admiring yourself in the mirror repeatedly. 


Your felt turned on by your own image.  You’d hit on yourself, but you didn’t need to. You were “she” and “she” would do whatever you wanted her to do whenever you wanted.  


Then, time to pour yourself a chilled white wine from the hotel minibar and sit down to carefully apply your pretty nail polish.  


It was important to do this carefully and allow each coat to dry sufficiently before applying the next. It gave you the opportunity to luxuriate in the finer points of your practised girlie demeanour and enjoy little titillating pleasures, such as the lipstick marks left on your wine glass after each sip.  


Finally the nail polish was dry, as you admired your shiny, femininely painted red nails.  


Finally your sexy pink satin dress, and “she” was complete.  After mincing about for an hour or so, admiring yourself in the mirror, pouring yourself a couple more glasses of chilled white wine your inhibitions wee dissolving as you toyed with a long held fantasy of mincing into a hotel lobby bar to be see by others, in your shiny pantyhose, your stilettos and your sexy pink dress.  


You looked at yourself in the mirror.  You knew you wouldn’t “pass”, but you looked hot. 


You’re out of town. The chance of anyone recognising you was remote.


The thought of being stated at in womens clothes, the second glances, the whispers, was simultaneously embarrassing but exciting.  


Ok, why not. 


It’s now or never, you told yourself.  


You touched up you lipstick, brushed your blonde wig , placed your lipstick, credit card and room key in a tiny clutch bag, and you are ready to go. 


Then, that first step outside the hotel room door. 


It clicks shut behind you.   


You look up the long corridor to see if anyone is coming and commence tentatively mincing towards the elevator lobby, trying to perfect your feminine gait as you go. 


Despite having consumed nearly a whole bottle of white wine, you are filled with trepidation. 


Finally, the elevator arrives. You breath a sigh of relief that there is none else inside.  You step in an push the button to take you to the Lobby. 


The doors shut and there is no going back. 


With your heart in your mouth you hope it doesn’t stop for other guests on the way down. 


You’ve been trying to prepare yourself for mentally for appearing in the lobby bar filled with people, in your pantyhose, high heels and girlie clothes. 


The mere thought of that is nerve wracking enough, but somehow the thought of being alone, at close range, in then intimacy of an elevator, with others - it’s not something you’re quite ready for. 


The elevator ride to the lobby takes what seems like an eternity, but fortunately it was not stop. 


Suddenly the door opens. 


You are now visible, in all your transvestite effeminacy - in your shimmery pantyhose, your tight pink dress, your high heels to others - as you nervously take your first steps outside the elevator.


The lobby is noisy and bustling with of people going about their business.  