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Surprise
Being only fifteen years old and just a sophomore in high school,
Jake had never thought about boys wearing girl's clothes. So that
was the farthest thing from his mind when he was running back
into the locker room two hours after practice. He had left his wallet
in his locker and his mother refused to give him a ride back to
school. So he rode his bike in the rain back to his high school,
hopped off and bolted into the locker room. What he saw there he
couldn't believe...

Stephen
Stephen Nielsen was one of the best athletes at St. Peter's all
boy's Catholic high school. He was not quite average height for a
sixteen year old boy and maybe a little lean. But he was incredibly
fast and agile and dominated the soccer team. He also played
frosh-soph football in his first two high school years. Now that he
was an upper classman, everyone expected him to try out for
varsity but he wasn't interested in getting clobbered by 200 lb
young men.

In most strict, religious oriented high schools boys are required to
wear their hair cropped high and tight, ears showing. One of the
benefits of being a top student-athlete was the freedom to choose
a more liberal hair style. Stephen was able to get away with hair
grown just below shoulder length as long as he kept it clasped into
a single ponytail. Of course some other boys complained to the
staff about the duplicity in the rules for the prized athletes. This
was always done when Stephen wasn't near because the boys
didn't want to get him upset. Soccer was the beloved sport at St.
Peter's with a proud tradition of winning league titles, year after
year. Nobody complained to Stephen about his hair.

Steven wasn't developing the musculature normal for boys his age.
He remained slight. Also his skin was still very smooth and soft;
not a trace of facial hair or body hair could be seen except for a
slight wisp of dusty blonde curls above his pubic area. Some boys
develop more slowly and that's what was thought about Stephen.
He started showing up later and later after practice to the locker
room, waiting for most of the other boys to clear out. Everyone
thought he was probably embarrassed about his body and didn't
want them to see him naked anymore. Several boys joked that
Stephen was the closest thing St. Peter's had to a girl. Some boys
liked the way Stephen looked and tried to prolong their showers
just so they could see him undress and shower. A few of these
would sometimes try to bump up against Stephen or hand him his
towel or soap so they could get close to him.

In one incident Bobby Norman brushed against Stephen while they
were both naked in the showers. He stood behind Stephen and
reached around and in front of him to grab a bar of soap. Bobby's
penis was hard and Stephen could feel it from behind. Frightened
and confused, Stephen froze and closed his eyes. Bobby was too
nervous to do anything further and he broke away without saying a
word.

After that happened, Stephen refused to undress or shower until
every boy had left the locker room. Out of respect, the boys
always changed and showered more quickly during soccer season
because they knew Stephen liked to have the locker room to
himself. So two months into the school year when the rain was
falling regularly, Stephen was completely alone in the locker room.
He carefully washed his hair and rinsed it with a thick conditioner.
Then he put it up into a towel to dry and went to the sinks.
Completely naked, he lifted his ankle onto the porcelain edge and
ran his small hands up and down the front and back of his smooth
legs. He ran over a patch of coarse hair so he dolled out a puff of
shaving cream onto his palm and rubbed it over the stubble. Then
with a gentle stroke he applied the razor's edge and lightly whisked
away the hair until there was only silky skin. After each leg was
cleared off, Stephen felt around his testicles, buttocks and the
inner sides of his thighs. Hair never really grew in any of those
places but Stephen liked to make sure he was completely clean.

Once his lower body was taken care of Stephen focused on his
torso. Raising his arms, he could see in the mirror a few days
growth of hair under each arm. Again he dabbed on some shaving
cream and carefully removed the coarse stubble. After each
underarm was clean Stephen ran his hands up and down his chest
and tummy. There was no sign of hair. Stephen cupped his
breast, looked into the mirror and sighed a soft moan. Then he felt
up and down, all around his arms but hair never grew there.

Stephen removed the towel from his head and let down his hair.
He blew it dry and brushed it for several minutes into a style he
liked. Then stepping back from the sink he turned around and
looked at himself in one of the full length mirrors. As he moved
toward the mirror Stephen cupped the back of his neck with his left
hand and ran his right hand through his hair. Under the soft glow
of the fluorescent light bulbs, with his blonde hair falling about and
his soft skin slightly goose-pimply in the cold, wet afternoon,
Stephen was beautiful.

Stephen walked back toward his locker and started making plans
for the weekend. He opened his locker and pulled out his duffel.
He looked into the duffel, reached inside and pulled out two soft,
white undergarments. Looking at them and smelling their clean
fragrance was exciting. Stephen slowly started to get dressed...

Voyeur
When Jake skipped into the locker room, he figured it to be empty.
He couldn't believe what he saw out of the corner of his eye.
Down the isle he just ran past, someone was fastening together
the hooks in the back of a bra. The girl had her back to him and
obviously she didn't hear Jake running down the main isle.
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jake crouched down a few inches so
the girl wouldn't see him. He quietly slipped back to the row where
she was dressing and peered around the corner locker to watch.
Jake was completely dumbfounded. The girl was the most
incredible vision he had ever seen or imagined. With her back still
toward the main isle, Jake breathed in what he saw. Time seemed
to stand still.

Her shoulder length blonde hair was glistening under the locker
room lights. It had a trace of waves which made it seem to ripple,
like a pebble tossed into a quiet pond. Her skin was lightly tanned
but retained a pearlesque quality. Her legs were long and Jake
began to trace them with his eyes. He started at her delicate feet,
then moved up slightly to her narrow ankles, then up a little more
to her round calves and higher still to her perfect thighs. Taking in
her legs was like experiencing a Rodin sculpture, Jake was
captivated. The girl's hips were wide and firm and curved upward
and inward to her trim waist. Her rounded buttocks were encased
in a white, flimsy, lacy, satin panty that was cut to expose the outer
edges of flesh and ride high above her hips. The elastic at the top
of the panty made an ever so slight impression in her skin around
her waist. Her thin back was slightly arched as she was clasping
the bra hooks together with her small hands. Her shoulders were
slender and fair. The bra strap on her right shoulder was loose
and d****d down to reveal a light tan line. Jake could see nothing
of her neck or face because her hair was in the way.

The moment ended. Jake caught his breath and let escape a
barely audible gasp that Jake himself didn't really hear. He quickly
ducked back behind the locker's edge as the girl turned to look
down the isle. He was convinced she didn't see or hear anything
but he momentarily thought about the electricity that was in the air.
If he could feel it she could too. Jake counted to twenty then
slowly peeked around the corner. The girl's back was to the isle
once again. She was adjusting some kind of band around her
waist that Jake didn't recognize. It was the same white color as
her bra and panties and he thought he could make out some lace
on the sides. Two thin strips were visible dangling from the back
of the band and fell to hang at the base of her buttocks.

Next the girl laid a towel down on the bench in front of her locker
and sat down with her back still facing Jake. Jake could see she
was gathering a stocking into a roll and now she was fitting it over
her foot. The girl slowly wound the thin, beige material up to her
thigh. She then tucked that leg under the other and repeated the
process. Next she stood up and started to turn around so Jake
dashed back behind the locker.

This time Jake counted to forty then slowly looked around the
corner. Now he could see the stockings were attached to the
strands which hung from the band around her waist. Jake realized
that must be a garter belt, he remembered seeing a playmate wear
one in a Playboy magazine. It looked familiar now that it was
supporting her stockings. Again the girl's back was to him and she
was letting one knee rest on the bench. Jake became aware of his
pounding heart.

The girl began to put on makeup. By her arm motions he could
see that one hand held a mirror and the other was applying eye
makeup. Every now and then she would switch hands or reach
into the cosmetic bag on the bench and exchange applicators.
Unbeknownst to Jake five minutes crawled by and she was now
finishing off her face by putting on lipstick. Before she touched the
head of the lipstick to her lips the girl rotated the mirror in her hand
so subtly Jake didn't notice. A few moments went by before Jake
glanced at the mirror. At that instant the mirror turned toward her
face again and Jake bolted back behind the locker. He thought he
caught a glimpse of her eyes; specifically one blue-gray eye
looking through the mirror at him.

Again Jake counted, going up to 60 seconds. He peeked around
the locker to see that the angelic girl had slipped on a wrap
around, blue denim, mini-skirt and was zipping it up. Already she
had on a long sleeve, white, wool, turtleneck sweater. The
sweater bunched up just above her bra until she pulled it down,
covering her slender waist. Next she made motions with her
hands to her left ear, then to her right ear and Jake knew she had
put earrings on. Jake looked long enough to see her slip on a pair
of tan 3" pumps. He knew he had to move from this position
because she was obviously about to leave. He quietly slipped back
a few rows of lockers and ducked down. Jake heard a locker close
and the sound of a lock clicking shut. For the first time he realized
how odd it was that a girl, seemingly comfortable in this
environment, was changing inside the locker room of an all boy's
catholic high school.

Momentarily forgetting that thought, Jake heard the girl zipping her
duffel and hoisting a day pack over her shoulder. Then her heels
were clicking down the isle Jake had scampered down only fifteen
minutes earlier and out into the rain. Jake dashed to the window
facing the courtyard and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever
seen, now under an umbrella, look down at his bike. He couldn't
see her sweet face or the smile on her painted lips. After a
moment the girl began to walk toward deserted varsity lane and
after half a minute, out of Jake's sight.

Jake was so moved he couldn't move. For a full five minutes Jake
thought about that perfect girl and couldn't even begin to think of a
way to make sense of things. All he could do was listen to the
rain. Suddenly a wave of desire rolled through him and he ran to
the shower while stripping down. There he blasted the cold water
on himself and soaped down until his hard on disappeared.

When he finished toweling off and dressing Jake went to that
magical isle where his mysterious beauty prepared her dazzling
self and smelt a faint hint of perfume in the air. That smell, at that
moment, after what happened was a powerful attraction. Jake
needed that girl with every sense and emotion he felt. He looked
over the lockers on the end but couldn't decipher which one she
had used. Jake went to his own locker, retrieved his wallet, closed
the locker and proceeded to the locker room doorway. He stood
there and looked back toward where she had been only a few
minutes ago. The feeling for her was even more powerful now and
seemed to be growing...

Home
Stephen picked up his pace as he made the turn from varsity lane
onto the sidewalk surrounding the high school campus. The rain
was falling pretty heavily now and Stephen didn't want to risk his
weekend plans by catching a cold. The turtleneck he was wearing
was warm and had long sleeves and his shoes had leather soles
so they provided good protection against the wet sidewalk.
However he knew the moisture in the air would eventually win
through. Of course, he could put on the jacket inside his duffel but
that would ruin the look.

His clothes were a little confining but he was used to walking in
them. Stephen liked walking home alone in the rain. The
nervousness and confidence combined with the freedom and
sense of self expression Stephen felt about his appearance was
exhilarating and liberating. Dressed as he was, with his long,
blonde locks flowing from his brisk pace, Stephen was a beautiful
sight. A couple of cars passing by honked and some boys in one
car slowed down and shouted obnoxious complements. Probably
soccer fans.

One sidewalk turned into another and eventually Stephen rounded
the last corner to the block where his house was. The rain let up a
few minutes before so Stephen closed up the umbrella and let it
hang from around his wrist. Mr. Walker, their neighbor, was
backing out of his driveway and seemed to be paying close
attention to Stephen. Stephen waved and smiled as he passed in
front of the car. Mr Walker nodded slightly and followed Stephen's
progress for a few seconds too long as Stephen continued down
the sidewalk. Stephen giggled as Mr. Walker sped away.

Home at last. Stephen unbolted the latch and let himself in.
Stephen's mother was away for the weekend on a business trip
which meant Stephen had the house to himself. Ever since father
left them, mother's career had taken off. Every two weeks
Stephen's mother went out of town on company business.
Stephen enjoyed the solitude and was able to make good use of
the time.

Stephen's first item on the weekend agenda was to go into town
for a few hours and shop for some new clothes. Before town
though, Steven wanted to relax for a few minutes around the
house. He went to the laundry room, kicked off his shoes and
peeled off his outer clothes so he was clad only in his underwear.
Then he went to the kitchen and put on a kettle of water to boil for
some tea. While the water was heating up Stephen went to his
bathroom and removed a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet.
Like a good boy, Stephen took his pills morning, afternoon and
evening.

Stephen took a short nap after drinking his tea. While a tv movie
was playing, Stephen sat down to take care of his nails. He was
meticulous about them, especially on the weekends when his
mother was out of town. Stephen first learned about the joys of
long nails several years ago on Halloween. That was the first
Halloween his mother let him go out of the house dressed as a girl.
On that night Stephen's mother taught him how to apply false nails
on his fingernails. He also learned how to paint his fingernails and
toenails, and how to dry them quickly. After that Halloween,
Stephen didn't need his mother's help with his nails anymore.

Once his nails were done, Stephen went to the laundry room and
stripped off his white undergarments. His nipples hardened as
they adjusted to the change in temperature. They didn't stay
exposed too long because Stephen went to the bedroom and put
on a fresh pair of undergarments. He especially liked the briefs he
put on because they were cut high, giving his legs a nice, long look
and not a trace of pubic hair showed through or on either side.
Stephen's pubic hair was fine and fair, so that was never really a
problem. Both undergarments he put on were black. Looking at
himself in the mirror, Stephen coyly touched his penis through the
fabric. As it responded Stephen reminded himself there was a
time for everything. Being used to these outings, Stephen's penis
quieted down without fuss.

Since he was going shopping Stephen wanted to wear clothes that
could easily be taken on and off quickly. For this reason he
slipped into a tight but not skin tight pair of blue jeans that fastened
high upon his thin waist, just below his navel. Stephen had
unusually wide hips for a boy and a fairly round buttocks. Most of
the girls Stephen knew k**ded him that they wished they had his
physique. Stephen looked very nice in these jeans. He secured
them with a shiny, silver, link belt. The thing Stephen liked most
about these jeans is they were cuffed very high, hanging ten
inches above his ankles. They exposed the bottom part of his
sexy, shaved calves..

Stephen went to the bathroom and puffed some baby powder
under each arm and sprayed his neck and chest with scent. Back
in the bedroom he pulled over a long sleeved, red, cotton top with
shoulder pads and a low neckline. The top was shorter than waist
length and hung just above his belly button. Together, Stephen's
top and jeans didn't quite cover all of his midriff so a little bit of
bare skin showed. He slipped on some white tennis socks and
shoes. He decided to leave the diamond stud earrings on, so
popular with boys his age. Stephen looked at himself in the mirror
and could barely contain how excited he was. Stephen looked
ravishing.

Leaving the car at home for Stephen to use on the weekend was a
very nice gesture by his mother. He was lucky. Ever since he'd
turned sixteen Stephen was allowed to use the car on the
weekends as long as he picked his mother up from the airport.
Stephen liked the large, four door Cadillac because it was easy to
drive, comfortable and could hold a lot of clothes...

Changes
Amber hated working Friday nights. It was such a drag to be stuck
behind a register when she could be out having fun with her
friends. She loved clothes though and enjoyed helping out the
customers. Besides, the ten percent discount on clothes Macy's
gave the employees was a benefit Amber took full advantage of.

Tonight she had to work two departments, misses and lingerie.
This shift was one of the most prized and usually went to Amber
because she was so conscientious. The misses department was
fun because it was usually frequented by girls she knew or at least
close to her age. This provided lots of opportunities to chat, giggle
and help pick outfits Amber herself would want to wear. Amber
liked working lingerie because it made her feel sexy. She
especially liked to wait on the male customers and tried to probe
them for information on why they were buying lingerie. Also there
were a couple of "regulars" who bought lingerie every Friday night.

Amber knew one of them was a transvestite because a few weeks
back she asked him point blank, "Do you buy this lingerie for
yourself or for your girlfriend?"

When he fumbled out a response Amber followed up with, "You
can try them on in the dressing room if you want. There's also a
back room over there no one uses if you don't feel comfortable
going into the dressing area."

He practically kissed her feet and said that yes, he bought them for
himself and he really appreciated her support. The guy was
actually very cute and only a few years older than her. Amber
thought he would make a very convincing woman given the right
guidance so she escorted him to the back room. She proceeded to
help "Peggy", as he asked her to call him, for almost an hour and
he ended up buying several panty and bra sets, some short slips,
and a couple of nightgowns.

So there was a possibility for Amber to have some excitement on
Friday nights. She was hoping her regulars would show up.
Tonight she was planning to put the other guy on the spot too.
She even thought about introducing them to each other if they
showed up close to the same time. They were about the same age
and the one she hadn't pinned down yet was even more feminine
looking and acting than Peggy. Now that would be interesting.

Before Amber could make further plans, her eyes caught sight of
something that took her breath away. She recognized the girl
because she'd seen her in the store once or twice in the past.
Amber couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd last
seen her, at least a month. Most nights the store was busy and
Amber never had a chance to wait on her. But tonight there was
no one in either of Amber's departments.

Amber couldn't believe how beautiful and graceful the girl was.
Amber's eyes were fixated on that girl and all she could think was
how wonderful it would be to be that perfect, that feminine. Given
most standards, Amber was a pretty girl. Tall for her eighteen
years, she had wide, oval, brown eyes that were nicely accented by
thin eyebrows. Her breasts were small, not quite a B cup but her
waist and hips were slender so she looked in proportion. To show
off her tan and shapely legs but maintain a professional
appearance at work, Amber usually wore high cut, open back
dresses. Tonight was a slight exception as Amber was wearing a
deep emerald, silk dress with embroidered stitching on the seams.
The exception was this dress had a full back, zippered all the way
up to the neckline. She also wore a light shade of black pantyhose
and black pumps.

Amber was so distracted, she didn't notice some other customers
entering the lingerie department.

Still mesmerized, Amber watched as the girl stopped in the isle to
check the price on a nightie that was being modeled on a big
breasted dummy. Just then the girl glanced up and looked right at
Amber and smiled. Amber's mouth opened slightly then she
quickly looked away and fidgeted for something to busy herself
behind the counter. The girl continued looking for a few seconds
longer then began to wind her way through the slip racks and
tables with panties laid out.

Amber was so embarrassed she dared not look up for fear that
she'd lose her composure. She decided to go into the back room
for a minute to catch her breath. When Amber got to the back
room door she turned the door handle and looked around to see if
the girl was still aware of her. She saw the girl walk toward a
mirror holding up a lacy teddy across her torso imagining how it
would look on her. Amber saw how the girl swiveled her hips and
threw her hair back as she pressed the teddy against her body.
Once again Amber was starting to get mesmerized but she
snapped out of it and opened the door to the back room and went
inside.

The room was pitch black which was odd because Amber could
have sworn she saw light cracking from under the door not more
than a few minutes ago. Then she heard a barely audible noise
which was a hanger moving across a rail followed by a slight ruffle.
Amber quickly flipped on the lights and spun around to see what
was going on. There was no one there but on the floor was a pile
of clothes including a black leather mini skirt, some kind of thong
panty, a lacy, camisole bra, pantyhose and a light blue, satin
chemise. A ladies jacket was thrown over a purse, on top of a
chair. Amber walked over to the rack, which was two bars across
the back of the room, and looked at the crammed rows of hanging
clothes. There was clearly enough space for a small woman or
c***d to hide behind there.

Amber got down on her hands and knees and sure enough there
was a black pair of 3" pumps being used. Amber got back up and
straightened her dress. "Listen who-ever-you-are, don't you know
we have dressing rooms? This room is off limits for customers."

There was no response, no peep from anyone. "Look, there's a
pile of clothes out here. I guess the clothes, purse and jacket will
have to go to the lost and found..."

She turned and walked toward the chair and made a big production
out of it. Then a slight crevice appeared in the clothes and a
person made their way out from behind the rack. Amber turned to
look and there was Peggy, wearing only a translucent ivory, extra
short nightie that plunged to reveal a lot of cleavage. Not knowing
how to feel, Amber took a step back and just stared. Peggy's
medium length red hair was pulled back and tied in a bow. A few
wayward strands framed his face which was made up in complete
detail. His whole body was hairless smooth and creamy white.
Attached to his chest and looking very real, were a pair of silicone
prosthetic breasts. Amber guessed they were B cup sized. She
wouldn't have known they were falsies if she hadn't been told
about them by a few of her customers who had had mastectomies.
Peggy's wide, green eyes held the expression of a c***d caught
with his hand in the cookie jar. Despite his high heels, he was still
an inch or two shorter than Amber. Amber noticed the bulge at his
crotch which was barely covered by the length of the negligee.

All in all, Amber was very impressed. She had thought he might
be convincing as a woman but he was actually very attractive. "Oh
my god, Peggy, I can't believe how good you look."

Peggy's fearful look transformed into surprise and he said in his
lilty, high voice, "You mean you're not mad at me for being back
here without your supervision?"

"Of course I'm mad at you. You should have asked first but really,
you don't need to use the back room. You are very pretty." An
image ran through Amber's mind of Peggy on his hands and
knees, back arched taking Amber's surreal penis into his surreal
pussy. Amber sliding it in and out, her own breasts along with
Peggy's, moving with the rythm of her thrusts... She shook it off.
Being mostly attracted to women but occasionally going out with
androgynous looking, cute men, Amber was very turned on by
Peggy.

Before Peggy could say anything Amber walked over to him, put
her hands on Peggy's shoulders and looked down into his hazel,
green eyes, "I want you to put your clothes back on, come out of
this room and use the dressing area like any pretty woman should.
If you had the confidence to dress up and come here like you did,
and look as good as you do, you belong in the world of women.
Ok?"

Peggy stammered his thanks and Amber gave him a nice, long
hug. Peggy moaned slightly and Amber kissed him on the cheek,
careful not to leave a lipstick mark. Then she broke away, turned
and left the back room.

Changed, feeling like a different and more confident person,
Amber was also now hornier than she ever had been. Her heart
was beating faster and the only thing on her mind was sex. Amber
shut the back room door behind her and looked around for her
blonde angel...

Chivalry
On the way to the mall, Stephen noticed the digital fuel gauge
indicated there was only two gallons left in the tank. He decided to
make a quick stop at the gas station. After flicking his credit card
in and out of the slot, Stephen began to wrestle with the fuel hose.
The man on the other side of the pump asked if he could be of
assistance. Stephen smiled at him and said no thank you and
managed to insert the nozzle into the opening behind the fuel door.
The man continued to pay close attention to him as Stephen
proceeded to clean the windshield with the squeegee. Not only was
the man very handsome he was also persistent.

"I think your front, driver side tire is a little low. Here, let me put
some air in it for you." Before Stephen even had a chance to look
down at the tire, the man was around the pump and pulling the air
hose from its chamber. As the man began to fill the tire, he
squatted down very close next to Stephen. When he stood up, the
man was standing behind and looking down at Stephen.

He said, "The tag is sticking out of your shirt." He put his hands
on either side of Stephen's waist and said, "Just hold still, I'll put it
back in place." Then with one hand the man cupped the base of
Stephen's head and lifted his hair out of the way and with the other
adjusted the tag back into position. Then he put his hands on
Stephen's arms and while still behind him, moved his face near
Stephen's and said, "There, now you look flawless."

Stephen could smell the man's cologne which he recognized as
Polo. Also the beer on his breath was unmistakable, but not
heavy. To Stephen, neither smell was unpleasant. He leaned
back slightly against the man and said, "Thank you for your help, it
looks like my tank is full."

Without another word the man removed the fuel nozzle from the
opening, replaced the cap and set the hose back on its rest. "My
pleasure. May a gentleman know what your name is?"

By the time the man asked his question Stephen was already
positioned in the car and closing the door. Not wanting to be rude,
Stephen replied, "Steph-...," but the car door slammed interrupting
the last part of Stephen's name. Happy with the name he heard,
the man smiled and waved as Stephen drove away.

A few minutes later Stephen arrived at the mall and parked the car.
Stephen checked his look in the rear view mirror to primp himself.
Stephen decided the first store should be Macy's. It was sprinkling
lightly and since Stephen forgot his umbrella he decided to enter
through the mall entrance because it was a shorter walk than the
Macy's entrance. When he got to the door a man opened it for
him along with a very pretty red head. Stephen commented to her
that its always nice when people open doors for each other. She
smiled and nodded at him and they walked side by side into
Macy's...

Kiss
Recalibrating herself, Amber spotted the girl and set a course to
intercept her. The girl was now fishing her hands through a pile of
nylon panties set on a table. The panties were a rainbow of colors
and styles. "Hi... Can I help you find a particular panty?"

The girl looked up, smiled and said in the sweetest sounding voice
Amber had ever heard, "Yes. I'm trying to match a panty to this
bra. Its such a pretty pattern but I can't seem to find anything that
is just right." She was holding a thinly cut, green floral print, satin
bra with small breast pads.

Because Amber was taller than the girl, she looked down on her
and the girl had to look up at Amber. Their eyes met. Amber
wanted to reach over and put her hands on the girl's cheek and
plant a tender kiss upon her lips. The girl was even more beautiful
up close. She had blue-gray eyes that shone like stainless steel
but were tempered by a liquid softness. Her eyebrows were thin
and a shade darker than her blonde mane. The girl's eyelashes
seemed naturally long and were enhanced further by a light coat of
mascara. Her eyes invited Amber closer, to a more intimate place.
Her nose was small and straight with an almost imperceptible
roundness at the tip. Her lips were full and moist and painted a
light, ruby color. Amber could imagine her lips caressing the girls
lips in a kiss that would be so soft and delicate. The girl's face was
soft and even and her chin was narrow and firm. Her complexion
was perfect, the kind of skin that didn't need any makeup at all. It
was clear the girl used very little. Her coloring was pearl white and
slightly tanned.

Amber felt like she was in a trance when she looked at the girl for
just a few moments. "I love this bra too. What's amazing is that
it's the same one I'm wearing now...," Amber began.

"Oh wow, that's so incredible!" the girl half giggled.

"There's a matching panty that comes with it which I also have on.
I like the way the bra looks under everything especially silk and the
padding gives me that little extra boost I need," finished Amber and
she began to blush.

"I think you have a great body and I'm sure you don't need as
much a boost as I do." The girl was right on that point. As perfect
as she was, her breasts were clearly underdeveloped for someone
her age. What made Amber just look at her was the non-chalance
the girl seemed to have over having small breasts. Most teen age
girls practically live and die over the importance of their breast size.
Amber herself was extremely self-conscience and had already
consulted a plastic surgeon just to learn more about the procedure.
The fact that she was still exuding confidence in herself despite
her small breasts made Amber worship the girl even more.

The girl continued, "I would love to see that bra and panty together.
Do you think we could go in the dressing room for a second and
you can show me how they look? I hope I'm not asking for too
much..." She obviously didn't want to get Amber in trouble and
she was sincere.

For Amber, the possibility of stripping down in front of this beauty
was foremost on her mind so she merely smiled and said, "Come
on," and walked toward the dressing area. Amber struggled with
whether to reach back and offer her hand to the girl. She was
aching to touch her and be close to her but she didn't want to put
her off.

As they were walking into the dressing area, Peggy arrived at the
same time. Over each of Peggy's arms was d****d various
negligees, teddies, nighties and body suites. When the girl saw her
she said, "No doors to hold open in here but can I help you with
those?"

Peggy gave her a comprehending smile and said, "No thank you."

Then Amber piped in and said, "Do you know each other?" When
the girl and Peggy shook their heads, Amber seized the opportunity
and turning to the girl while motioning back at Peggy she said,
"This is Peggy." Then turning to Peggy she said, "and Peggy this
is..." Dumbly, Amber looked at the girl as if to say, I can't
introduce you without knowing your name, how stupid of me.

At that, the girl offered, "I'm Stephanie but please call me Steph,
everyone does."

"Nice to meet you Steph. Well, I'm off to try these on," informed
Peggy and she headed down the isle of dressing rooms and chose
the last one on the right.

Next Amber said, "Steph, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm
Amber," and she mockingly, formally bowed like an eighteenth
century gentleman.

"Oh, and I was going to call you Debbie," Steph giggled as she
ever so lightly tapped the nameplate hanging just above Amber's
left breast.

Flushed and more than a little embarrassed Amber stammered,
"Er, I must have grabbed the wrong nameplate..." As she said this
Steph continued the eighteenth century joke and elegantly
extended her arm with her wrist limp towards Amber. Practically
delirious with ecstasy, Amber took Steph's hand with her own.
Then she pulled it toward her lips and gently kissed Steph's hand
and said, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, my lady." They both
giggled and Amber led Steph into the first dressing room on the
left.

Once inside the dressing room Amber took the bra Steph was
holding and slung it over a hook on the wall. Then she turned her
back toward Steph and asked Steph to please unzip her dress.
Obligingly Steph took hold of the zipper with her fingertips, careful
not to snag her long nails on the silk fabric, and slowly started
lowering the zipper. The zipper was being difficult. Steph said, "I
think the zipper's stuck."

"Sometimes it works better if you move in closer, that way you
have more leverage." Amber closed her eyes.

With that Steph moved very close to Amber, so close that Amber
could feel Steph's breathing. Amber was very hot now and was
trembling. Steph managed to lower the zipper which ran all the
way down to Amber's bottom. Next she unfastened the two
buttons which held together the neck. Then Steph placed her
hands on Amber's back and swept apart the dress to allow Amber
to get out of it easier. Still from behind she held the left sleeve,
then the right sleeve as Amber pulled her arms out. "You're
trembling..."

"I just caught a chill from the temperature change is all," covered
Amber. She felt Steph's hands run over her arms trying to quiet
down her goose pimples. Steph stepped back to give Amber room
to shake off the dress. Once the dress was off Amber said, "Oh
but you can't see the panties well enough with these pantyhose
covering them, let me get these off."

As Steph looked on Amber pulled down the panty hose, kicked off
her heels then completely removed the hose. Once off there stood
Amber in nothing but her panties and bra. Her body was nice.
She was a little more toned than Steph and more muscular but still
wonderfully feminine. Her complexion was darker and the green,
satin bra seemed to mesh with her skin creating a very exotic
effect. "Do you like these panties?"

Steph said, "I think they're beautiful but I don't think the set will
look as good on me as it does on you."

"There's only one way to see how good it looks on you...," Amber
replied.

"Ok," agreed Steph and now it was her turn to be undressed. She
turned around so Amber could pull the shirt over her head. Still
trembling and at this point barely containing herself from jumping
all over Steph, Amber took hold of the bottom of Steph's shirt and
pulled it up over her head. Steph definitely had smaller breasts
than Amber but Amber thought she looked like a goddess in her
black, lacy bra. Amber undid the bra fasteners and helped Steph
remove her bra. Amber was not able to take her eyes off Steph's
reflection in the mirror. Steph was looking back at her and with a
teasing pout on her face, slowly said, "Can you help me with the
other bra?"

Her heart racing, Amber tore her eyes away from the mirror and
reached for the green, satin bra on the hook. Being a front
clasping bra, Amber held the straps out so all Steph had to do was
slip her arms through. Next Amber reached both arms around and
while generously brushing Steph's breasts and nipples with her
hands, fastened the hooks together. She let her hands drop to
Steph's hips and kept them there, around the front of Steph.
Amber huskily whispered, "You look beautiful."

Steph simply looked in the mirror at herself, as if she were
daydreaming. As if she were living a dream. Without asking or
talking Amber closed the final few inches between them and
wrapped her arms around Steph's bare waist. Steph responded,
leaning back into Amber's embrace and tilting her head to the side.
Amber placed her nose and mouth on Steph's neck and breathed
in her scent, causing Steph to shudder. Steph sighed and rotated
in Amber's arms so the two girls were now facing each other. She
looked up into Amber's eyes, stood on her toes and kissed her...

Women
Feeling better about himself now than he ever had in his entire life,
Peggy looked at himself in the dressing room mirror. There he
stood completely naked. From the neck up he looked like a very
pretty red head and he felt so proud that his appearance was
endorsed by such a sexy lady like Amber. It was a c***dhood
fantasy to be here, trying on lingerie with the other women in the
Macy's dressing room. This precious moment would be with him
forever.




Peggy had only one nightie left to try on from the many lingerie
items he had brought back with him. He picked up the pink, nylon
sleep shirt and raising his arms, guided it down over his body. The
sheer fabric tingled his shaved skin as he relished the cool,
satisfying feeling. In euphoria he spun around in front of the
mirror pretending to model the nightie to his imaginary lover.
Peggy loved the way he looked under the sleep shirt. He had
worked hard to slim down to a size six dress and the results were
obvious. With the exception of his secret, Peggy's frame was an
enviable canvas to show off women's clothes. Most women would
love to have his petite figure. For Peggy, good was still not good
enough. He wanted the smooth, round curves that his new
acquaintance Steph had developed naturally. Peggy knew that
hormones and breast enhancement surgery were in his future, it
was only a matter of saving up the money now.

Having decided which articles to purchase, Peggy removed the
nightshirt and began to dress in his street clothes. Since his penis
was at half mast, he decided to wait on the panties for a moment.
First he put on the camisole bra, which was ivory and scalloped
and generously padded in the breasts. Next he slipped over the
feathery light, blue, satin chemise. Then Peggy closed his eyes,
cleared his mind and counted to twenty. When he opened his
eyes, his penis had retreated to a manageable size so he slipped
on his ivory thong panties. He inserted his penis into the tuck
away compartment and, looking in the mirror for guidance,
manipulated himself until there was barely a sign of masculinity.
Putting on the pantyhose tightened things up even more and
Peggy wiggled his way around for a minute until everything was
properly positioned. Next he stepped into the black, leather
mini-skirt and pulled it into place. He slipped on his black pumps,
grabbed the lingerie he intended to buy and suddenly remembered
he'd left his purse in the back room.

Peggy stepped out of the dressing room and walked down the isle
of rooms heading for the main department. As he passed the last
room on the right he thought he heard people kissing and moaning
inside. Peggy lingered for a moment with his ear close to the
dressing room door. Just then a short, pregnant woman strolled
past him with an armful of maternity negligees moving toward a
dressing room. Peggy was obviously startled but smiled pleasantly
at the lady who returned his smile. Peggy made his way back to
the main department and laid his items on top of the counter.

Not seeing Amber anywhere in the vicinity, Peggy decided to fetch
his purse from the back room unescorted. As he walked over to
the back room, Peggy couldn't help but notice a short,
androgynous looking, young man. He had long, black hair past his
shoulders and was staring right at Peggy. If you had seen the man
from the neck up with no makeup on it would be impossible to tell
if he was a man or a woman. Since he was dressed in a sharp,
double breasted, pin stripe, navy suit, Peggy assumed he was a
man. He would almost need more makeup to appear as a man
than a woman. Although, Peggy reminded himself k**dingly, it
could be a woman dressed as a man, wearing a tight spandex,
sports bra underneath to flatten her boobs. The man looked away
and continued leafing through a rack of slips looking for the right
size. Peggy sighed slightly, not really knowing how to feel and
proceeded to retrieve his purse from the back room.

When Peggy got back to the counter, Amber and Steph were just
leaving the dressing area. Amber walked behind the counter,
pulled out a bag and dropped in a matching, green, satin bra and
panty set. Saying nothing, Peggy watched as Amber gave the bag
to Steph and escorted her to the main isle. There the two young
women exchanged a few words, then hugged as girls do and
pecked each other on the cheek. Steph walked towards the center
of the store and disappeared from Peggy's vantage point. Amber's
eyes followed Steph's movements for a few moments then she
walked back towards the lingerie counter. "Peggy, there are a few
customers over at the misses desk who look like they've been
waiting there too long, would you mind if I rang them up then came
back?"

"Of course, I'm more than happy to continue looking. In fact I
think I'll walk over to misses with you and look at some blouses."

"Great!" Amber said. As she made her way to the misses
department with Peggy right behind her, Amber noticed her other
"regular" just visible behind a rack of bras. She knew this was the
big night for pulling him out of the closet. With everything going
her way it was also time for him to get acquainted with Peggy...

Plans
As he was entering, she was leaving. Jake walked past her with
his tongue dragging on the ground. She looked right at him and
seemed to pause and gave him a devilishly coy smile. Jake said,
"Hi," and continued walking into Macy's. He barely managed to
keep his composure. He stopped right in the middle of the
perfume section, turned and watched her walk away. It was
absolutely, definitely the same girl he watched get dressed in the
boy's locker room at St. Peter's only a few hours ago. She was
dressed differently now but her hair, gait and presence was
unmistakable. What really made Jake gasp was her sweet,
angelic face which he saw now for the first time. Somehow
familiar.

About twenty yards away now, she glanced back at Jake and gave
him a sly, sexy smirk. All he could do was stare, unbelieving. She
wriggled her ass and fluffed her hair as she strode confidently
away. Jake didn't know what to do. If he followed after her, it
would be obvious and she'd probably blow him off. If he didn't
follow her, who knows if he'd ever see her again? Somehow his
left brain convinced the right that his luck was changing and he'd
see her again. After all, he'd already seen her twice in a matter of
hours!

Once she was out of sight, Jake turned around and headed to the
misses department where his sister was working. In her first year
at the university his sister managed to convince her parents she
should have her own apartment. They consented as long as she
paid half the rent. Since she was practically never there, work was
the best place to find her.

Jake liked the fact that he now had the house to himself, besides
his parents of course. They were usually traveling though or away
on one of dad's conventions so it felt like his own house. This
weekend they were leaving for a two week trip to Hawaii so he was
planning The Big Party. It was customary for Jake to throw a bash
whenever his parents were away on a long trip. It was also
customary for his sister Amber to bring her girlfriends to party
with...

Amber spotted Jake fifty yards down the main isle and knew what
was coming. Though he was her dopey, k** brother, Amber had to
give Jake credit for one thing: he knew how to party. Jake's Big
Party's as they were called, were some of the wildest affairs for
teenager's. Almost everyone from high school and several college
students dropped by at some point in the evening to pay their
respects. Going to a Big Party almost guaranteed you'd get laid,
get drunk, get stoned, get fed and not worry about getting arrested.
Amber didn't know how he did it but none of Jake's party's had
ever been broken up by the police. Their house was somewhat
isolated on a hill but he must have had a connection because she
was sure the music carried into the valley.

Like any good organizer, Jake also knew how to work his key
contacts. That's why he visited his main recruiters in person. As
she was wondering what kind of pleas he'd make of her and her
friends this time, Amber's own plan snapped into place...

"Hi s*s'," Jake greeted Amber warmly, "What's cookin'?"

"Listen jail bait, I know why you're here. If you think me or my
friends has time to party with your pre-pubescent, hormoids, you're
wacked," Amber had to play it cool otherwise Jake might get
suspicious.

"Whoa, what's up with these negative vibes, babe? I'm just cruisin'
the mall circuit and stopped in to say hi to my lovely sister," Jake
had to smooth this down quickly otherwise he'd have a tough time
getting Amber to cooperate.

"Cut the crap, k**-do. Are you here to do business or what?
Here's my only offer, so listen up. I'll supply the pizza and bring
some co-ed friends for half of the total proceeds. Also we do zero
cleanup detail," asking for half was outrageous and Amber knew it.
The organizing, music, and alcohol acquisition alone was worth
70% at least and cleanup detail was another 20%.

Jake's face turned a deep, purplish hue and he promptly forgot
his Mr. Slick Act, "50% for doing nothing!?! Are you nuts?!?" He
then stammered out a few in-audibles and regained a little sanity,
"and I thought we were family. You're officially un-invited. Later."

"Wait." Damn, he had her now. "I can be reasonable. Make it
40% and I'll supply a keg."

Mr. Slick was swiftly back and totally in charge, "Ok, I see you've
come to your senses. You supply two kegs of Sammy Adams
quality, spread the word and bring the babes. For 35%. And no
dogs this time, we want the finest the university has to offer."

Amber agreed, "Don't worry k**-do, I can think of three foxy friends
who are dying to meet young, inexperienced, hormone gushers like
you and your buds." Amber neglected to tell Jake that one of the
three she had in mind was the target of her own lust. What he
and her family didn't know of her bi-sexuality didn't hurt them. "In
fact here comes one now. Peggy I'd like you to meet my brother
Jake."

Jake's heart skipped a beat for the second time in just a few
minutes. He took her extended hand and shook it gently. She was
a petite, redheaded knockout and looked as sultry and hot as Jake
felt.

"Nice to meet you Jake, you have your sister's eyes..."






Siesta
The following morning Stephen was shaken out of sleep by the
telephone ringing. Drowsily he picked up the receiver and spoke
an unintelligible, "hello". The cobwebs quickly cleared as Stephen
recognized the sexy voice of the girl he'd met while shopping at
Macy's. She was saying she couldn't stop thinking about their
connection last night and was hoping they could get together
tonight. She said her parents were out of town and her younger
brother was having a raging party at their home in the hills. They
continued talking for several minutes. When they hung up,
Stephen was greedily anticipating seeing her again. Realizing it
was already 11:30 and since he had nothing else to do today,
Stephen began making plans to prepare himself for the party.

Stephen got up and ran some hot water in the tub. He added a
generous amount of scented bath oil to help soften and condition
his skin. While the tub was filling, Stephen stripped off his silk
night-shirt and underpants, and went to the kitchen to nibble on a
bagel. After eating, he went back to the bathroom, lowered himself
into the tub and lounged in the water for half an hour.

The sky had cleared of clouds and the sun was shining down on
what was to be a warm, autumn day. Stephen toweled his skin dry
and wrapped the towel around his hair into a bun. Having decided
to lay out in the midday sunlight, Stephen went to the bedroom and
put on a bathing suit. Stephen wiggled his way into the magenta,
one piece. He looked at the mirror and admired his shape. The
bathing suit tightly hugged Stephen's curves and was cut high so
quite a bit of his upper thighs showed.

Stephen slipped on a pair of tall, ankle sandals and removed the
towel from his hair. When he did that, his wet mane doused
across his back and a few beads of water dripped down his back.
Stephen walked to the front door and went down the front walk
toward the sidewalk where the morning newspaper lay. He
retrieved it and headed back up the walkway. As he was stepping
up to the porch, Mr. Walker from down the street slowly drove by.
From Mr. Walker's vantage point, he saw a beautiful set of buns
encased in a revealing bathing suit moving sexily from side to side.
That combined with the wet, blonde hair d****d down past the slim
shoulders got Mr. Walker's motor really worked up. He sped away
with lustful thoughts.

Back in the house, Stephen made arrangements for his sun bath.
He stepped into the backyard and spread a flowered towel over the
lounge chair. The backyard was deep and the fences were lined
with bushy trees. He could hear the k**s from the house in back
of his playing in their yard. Stephen sat down and squirted some
oil into this hands. He then ran his hands over his smooth legs,
arms, neck and as much of his back as he could reach. Satisfied
with the coverage, he lay down on the lounger on his stomach and
bunched up another towel into a pillow. A little sleepy from the
bath and the effects of the sun, Stephen drifted in and out of
sleep...

Neighbors
Gary was visiting his aunt and uncle this weekend. Having just
turned sixteen, he was starting to pay close attention to the
opposite sex. Usually they paid attention to him too. Gary was
developing into a handsome, young man. He was average height
with soft, blue eyes, light, short brown hair and a firm build. His
two cousins were not ten yet so they were much smaller than he
was. They were rambunctious and good athletes though, so Gary
enjoyed throwing passes to them in their backyard on this
surprising indian summer day. Gary asked them if there were any
girls in the neighborhood that they played with. They said no and
looked at each other with a mischievous glimmer in their eyes.
They said there was one girl who lived behind them. Sometimes
she laid out in the summer in her backyard and since it was warm,
maybe she was there today. Gary asked them to show him her
yard. They said the best view was from up in the trees which
bordered their fences.

Following the two, young lemurs into the tree was easy for the
agile teenager. When they reached a comfortable spot where the
branches formed a ledge, the cousins pointed toward their
neighbor's yard. Through the trees in the other yard, Gary could
see the lovely vision. The boys giggled watching their cousin stare
at the heavenly figure, mouth agape. When Gary announced, "I'm
going to go introduce myself," that only brought more riotous
laughter. Just then, Gary's aunt called for lunchtime and his
hungry cousins immediately slid down the tree. They looked up
and asked Gary if he was coming. He said, "Tell your mom I took
a walk around the block and I'll be in for lunch later. I'm going to
say hello to that girl." Still giggling, they shrugged their shoulders
and scampered off to lunch.

Nimbly, Gary made his way into the neighbor's trees and dropped
into their yard. He surveyed the scene. Really, all he had eyes for
was the girl. She was stunning. She was laying face down on the
lounger, apparently asleep. She was clad in a magenta, one piece
bathing suit. Trembling, Gary walked over to her and looked at
her. Her blonde hair was slightly damp and her legs were
glistening with a thin sheen of oil. Careful not to frighten her, Gary
moved around to her head and said, "hello...?"

Dream
Stephen stirred and craned his neck to look up at the handsome
boy. Wet strands of hair dangled in his face and Stephen could
see that the boy was about the same age he was. Stephen
noticed how the boy was admiring him. Stephen extended his
hand out and introduced himself as Steph-something-or-another.
The boy said, "My name's Gary and I'm staying with my cousins in
the house behind yours...," he couldn't keep his eyes off Stephen's
buttocks and legs. Stephen saw that the boy was getting turned
on. Gary explained that since he hadn't brought a bathing suit or
even shorts on his visit, and his cousin's and uncle's didn't fit, he
had agreed to wear his aunt's bikini briefs. They fit similar to a
speedo but Stephen noticed they weren't designed to hide a
stiffening penis. The boy tried to cover it by letting his long shirt
hang over the bikini. Watching his reactions, Stephen realized this
could be an exciting deception...

Gary couldn't believe it when he heard the girl say, "Could you
please rub some oil onto my legs?" Without answering, Gary
reached for the oil and squirted some into his palms. As he squat
down next to her to apply the lotion, the girl instructed, "Just
straddle my lower back, that way you can reach the insides a little
easier." Gary almost feinted.

He threw one leg over her back and gently lowered himself onto
her back, facing toward her feet. Gary was careful not to let his
full weight pressure her back. For a moment he just stared down
at her soft butt cheeks and saw how her bathing suit only half
covered them. He decided to start at her feet which meant he had
to reach down the length of her legs. This forced Gary to bend
forward, pressing himself onto her buttocks. The girl let out an,
"ohhhh... mmm," and Gary felt her hips push out a little to invite
the pressure of his sex into her buttocks.

Feeling light headed, Gary tried to concentrate on applying the oil.
He grabbed her ankles and worked his hands down and around
the bottom of her feet. She moaned slightly and said she was only
a little ticklish and it felt good. He squeaked his fingertips
between her toes and spread the oil evenly. Gary felt a bump at
his leg and looked down to see the girl was offering the bottle of oil
to him. He took it and squirted some more into his hands, resting
the bottle on her bottom.

Gary continued to run his hands over her soft, smooth legs. First
around her calves, then up to her thighs. After a few minutes,
Gary was almost to her buttocks. Gary was thinking what to do
when the girl said, "I'm going to lay on my back later. Would you
mind putting some oil on my front side?" Before he could answer,
the girl reached around and Gary watched as her slender fingers
with the long painted nails untied the straps at her neck which
supported the bathing suit.

Not really knowing how to react or what to do, Gary got up. He
watched as the girl maneuvered into position. She was sitting at
the edge of the lounger with her back to Gary, pulling the top part
of her bathing suit down to her lap. She asked Gary to sit behind
her so she could sit in his lap to give him the best angle.

Gary was a virgin and had only kissed one girl before. He didn't
have a clue what to do about this situation but instinct for sex was
driving him. He sat behind her, straddling her. He was only a little
bigger than she was so he had to stretch a bit. His cock head was
pushing out from the top of his bikini bottom's but Gary didn't care
any more. When he was in place, the girl scooted back and up,
resting her buttocks against Gary's lap. Again she moaned and
put the bottle of tanning oil into Gary's hand.

A half naked girl was practically sitting on his cock asking him to
put oil on her tits. Gary couldn't think, he was in her power. He
squirted oil into his palms and reached around and placed his
hands on her stomach. The girl put her hands over Gary's and
guided them over her tummy and up around her breasts. She was
somewhat flat chested, her breasts were only mounds. To Gary,
they were perfect. A few minutes went by and then the girl said
that it was her turn now. "Lay down on your back and close your
eyes. I'm going to give you a full body massage."

They both got up. Gary laid down as ordered and closed his eyes.
The girl removed his shirt. She complemented his body and said
she liked his briefs. Gary's penis was at full attention but modesty
had given way to passion. The girl removed Gary's bikini bottoms.
Gary momentarily opened his eyes to see the girl lick her lips and
watch Gary's manhood sway proudly in the warm air.

Starting at Gary's feet the girl worked her way up Gary's body.
She rubbed and kneaded oil into his muscles. When she got to his
crotch she switched gears and worked from his neck down. After
five agonizing, wonderful minutes Gary was worked into a frenzy.
The girl hadn't even touched his penis and he began to wonder if
she would. As he was thinking this, Gary felt droplets of oil fall
onto his cock. He opened his eyes and saw the girl was hovering
over him, staring at his penis, reaching for it with her hands. He
closed his eyes again...

Friend
The "hello...?" pulled Stephen out of his reverie and in deja-vu, he
looked up to see a handsome boy standing over him. The boy
introduced himself and Stephen reciprocated. They talked for
several minutes but Stephen didn't have any more time than that.
He thanked his new friend, Gary, for waking him saying he could
have got sun burned if he'd laid out any longer. Then he walked
Gary to the gait and watched him leave.

Stephen kept thinking about his dream. He could only remember
bits and pieces of it but the one clear thing was Gary was in the
dream. Before Gary reached the sidewalk, Stephen had an idea
and called him back. He told Gary about the party that evening
and gave him directions to the house. Gary said he looked forward
to it and hoped to meet up with Stephen there.

Stephen collected his things and went inside. He stripped off his
bathing suit and tucked his hair into a shower cap. Stephen then
took a quick shower to rinse off the sun tanning oil. After drying,
he put on pink, cotton undergarments and tended his face. Then
he pulled up a tight pair of pink shorts and shimmied into a powder
blue half tee shirt. Back in the kitchen Stephen looked in the
yellow pages, found the numbers he was looking for and placed
two phone calls. It took just a minute to make the appointments.
He