A Turkish Delight

My export business was beginning to take off as I was now on my second over sea's trip. I was doing business with the Turkish government and I also saw it as an opportunity to explore more my fascination of cross-dressing. I would be visiting a country where I was not know and I would blend in with the millions of others. I packed a large array of lingerie, dresses, heels, wigs and makeup and little of my own clothing. At no stage would anyone suspect that I was into something that was a little different. The flight was normal as we touched down and I made my way to pick up my bag. The carousel stopped and my case was there and as I picked it up I was approached by one of the security guards.

'Sir is this your bag?'

"Yes " I replied a little nervously.

"Sir would you follow me"

My stomach tightened as I did what he commanded. I was led top a small room well away from the others on my flight. I was in a room as the guard watched when the door opened. A short fat and balding man dressed in a police uniform entered the room.

"I am captain Anwar'' how do you do" I replied.

"Sir this you bag' he asked.

I nodded the affirmative to his question.

He placed my bag on the table.

"Did you pack it yourself"?

"Yes"

"Did anyone ask you to carry anything through customs for them?

My mind raced as I thought. What did I pack? Has someone placed something in my bag?

"NnnnNO I stammered.

"Is everything in the bag your own personnel things?

"Yes why do you ask, is there a problem?

"Sir please open the bag"

My fingers fumbled with the lock and zipper as I now opened my case and the officer pushed the lid back to expose everything inside. He moved some of my things and then he exposed the feminine possessions.

"Sir whose are these?'

My expression must have told him that I had something to hide as I struggled to answer his questions.

"Mine"