Lost Baggage
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LOST-BAG
by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas
So far, the trip had been nothing but trouble - it seemed to
have been jinxed from the very start. I just made my late
afternoon flight from New York to Minneapolis; traffic was a
mess in NY as usual. Then we waited on the runway for over an
hour and a half before we took off. The flight was bumpy, with
bad weather all the way, and after circling the airport for
another hour, we finally landed. Of course, as I stood there
waiting for my baggage, it dawned on me that it was never going
to show up on the carousel - why should that have gone right,
when everything else had gone wrong? I informed the luggage
people at the airline, and they said that it might not have made
the flight, but that it would probably show up on the next one.
So I left my girl friend's number where I could be reached, and
tried to find a cab. The weather outside was a mixture of sleet,
and freezing rain, and no cabs were available, and I found
myself on a shuttle bus that promised to take me within a
half-mile walk of my girlfriend's apartment. The driver told me
when to get off, and I began to walk in the direction he had
indicated. I was immediately soaked to the skin, despite an
umbrella, because the wind was driving the downpour almost
sideways. As I crossed the last street before reaching her
house, a car went whooshing by, showering me from head to foot
with a gray mixture of slush and who knows what else. The suit
that I was wearing was a total wreck. I rang her bell, and Linda
opened the door. "God, you're a mess - and you must be freezing
to death!" I controlled my chattering teeth long enough to tell
her what had happened, and she said, "You'd better get into the
shower right away, so you can warm up."
I didn't have to be asked twice, and I went into the bathroom,
and stripped off my ruined clothes, exchanging them for a cup of
hot broth. I drank that down, and luxuriated in the steamy
shower for a while. I had come to Minneapolis to visit Linda and
to investigate the college she was going to. We didn't like
being separated, and I was thinking of transferring out there. I
was planning on staying for at least three days, but if I
decided to transfer, I would be extending that to take care of
the paperwork. As I finished in the shower, I realized that I
had nothing to wear - the clothes that I had been wearing were
not only soaked, but filthy as well, and would have to be
drycleaned. I called out to Linda, "Hey, hon, I just realized
that I'm a little short on clothes, since my bag didn't get
here." She said, "I'll see if I have something that you can put
on," and she returned with a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. But
one try convinced me that I'd never fit in the tight jeans, and
I told her so. "Well, the only other thing I can suggest is a
robe, I have one that's one-size-fits-all.
She went and got it, and I felt rather silly putting on the
thin, pink flannel robe. Isn't this cute I said to myself as I
walked out of the bathroom, and I immediately picked up the
phone to check on my bag. The airline people said that they
still didn't have any idea where my bag was, though, so I went
into the kitchen and joined Linda. She burst out laughing at the
sight of me in the pink robe, and I felt my face turn red.
"C'mon, its not my fault, you know," I said. I sat down, and the
front of the robe gaped open. "I guess I'm a little larger than
they had anticipated for one-size-fits-all," I mumbled, trying
to close the robe around my groin. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to laugh, Robin," she said. "I guess I'm just not used to
seeing you in pink, though," she teased, "it goes very well with
your coloring." I continued to struggle to cover myself with
the robe, and Linda, still giggling, went out and returned in a
minute with a pair of her panties. "Here, why don't you put
these on to cover up, since you're already wearing my robe?
They're big on me, so they might fit you OK." My face turned a
brighter red, if that's possible, but anything was better than
sitting there half exposed. I bent down to pull the panties on,
and standing up, slid them over my cock. I wasn't prepared for
the sensation I got as the smooth nylon touched it, and I
quickly sat back down to cover up the erection I was rapidly
getting! We sat and talked for a while, but I was distracted by
the feel of the panties against me. It had to be the unfamiliar
touch of the nylon, I told myself, trying to pay attention to
what Linda was saying. She handed me the phone, and I said,
"what's this for?" "Robin, sometimes I'd swear you were in a
different world - I said why don't you try calling about your
bag again?" I did, but the airline people had even worse news -
not only did they not have any idea where my bag was, but
because of the weather, they were certain that it wouldn't show
up until the next day at the earliest. Linda made us something
to eat, because it was already pretty late, and then, since we
hadn't seen each other in a few months, suggested we go to bed.
That sounded like a great idea to me, especially since I had had
an erection ever since I had put on the panties! I took off the
robe and hopped into bed, while Linda changed into a pretty
nightgown. She crawled in bed next to me, and quickly found out
that I was already hard as a rock inside the panties I still
wore. "I've really missed you," I explained, feebly, and she
teased me, asking, "are you sure its not from wearing my
panties?" "Don't be silly," I said, and we began to make love.
I found myself reacting to the silky feel of her nightgown
against my whole body. While I had felt her nightgowns next to
me before, it had never been quite so stimulating. We liked to
start with oral sex, and Linda moved her body around so her
pussy was near my face, still covered by her nightie. I felt the
smooth nylon against my face and head as I went under it, and I
planted my mouth over her steaminess. Meanwhile, she reached
inside the panties to free my cock, and had barely begun to lick
on it, when I came in a great shooting spurt. "Hey, you never
did that before," she said, but as I continued licking her, she
stopped wondering about why I had come so quickly, and reached
her own orgasm. "I'm sorry," I said, "I guess I was hornier than
I realized." She gave a cat-like stretch, and said not to worry
about it, she felt great from my oral efforts! By then we were
both tired, and we soon fell asleep. I didn't sleep all that
well, though, and I woke up several times during the night. Each
time, I noticed, I had a hardon inside the panties, but I was
able to get back to sleep.
Next morning, when I woke up, I found Linda already awake, and
peeking under the covers. I knew exactly what she was looking at
- the hardon that was very obvious inside my panties! When she
saw I was awake, she rolled on top of me, and we were soon
making love. She took off my panties, though, and as we made
love, some hidden part of me missed their touch on me! A little
while later, after we had recovered, she handed me the phone to
try the airline again. But the news was worse than ever - not
only hadn't my bag arrived, they had no clue as to where it
might be. I hung up the phone and relayed the information to
Linda. "Well, I guess we'll have to get you some things today or
your trip will be a waste." Just then we both noticed for the
first time how cold it was in the apartment. It felt like there
was no heat at all, and Linda called the building super. "Just
our luck, the furnace is broken, and it won't be repaired until
tonight at the earliest," she told me. "Just great, they'll
find our frozen bodies in here when spring comes," I said.
"Don't be silly, we'll just dress warmly, and we'll be fine,"
she said. "Maybe you will, but I don't have any clothes,
remember?" I said. I stayed under the covers as she got dressed
in her heaviest things. "I don't suppose that robe will keep you
very warm, will it?" she said. "Well, let me see if there's
anything that might fit you." I put on the panties, staying
under the covers, because it was very chilly, but I noticed
that, in spite of the cold, and having just made love, that my
cock started to get hard again. She pulled out a few things, and
put them on the bed. "I can't wear that stuff," I protested, but
she said, "its either these or freeze to death! You certainly
can't wear the things you wore over here - there still wet and
filthy." She had gotten out a very oversized wool sweater that
had been fashionable last year, and I pulled it over my head.
There was also a knit skirt with a stretch waistband, and I
wriggled into it, slipping it up over my panties. I said, "well,
at least I'll be covered," hiding the erection that was inside
my panties from her. She agreed, and went into the kitchen to
make some coffee.
I didn't get up from the bed until she had left the room, and I
quickly went into the bathroom and masturbated. I looked in the
mirror at myself, seeing the fluffy sweater over my flat chest,
and the clinging knit skirt around my lower body. "This is
crazy," I said to myself, "wearing women's clothes can't be
doing this to me!" But I tucked my cock down inside the panties,
so it wouldn't show when I got hard again - because, by this
time, I had admitted to myself that wearing the panties was a
definite turn on to me! I went into the kitchen, and it was like
a real role reversal. Linda was wearing a flannel shirt, sweater
and pants, while I was in a skirt and fluffy sweater. "Are you
OK?" she asked, as we sat there drinking our coffee. "Well, your
sweater is pretty itchy on my chest," I said, and my legs are
still freezing." "Let me see if I have anything else that will
help," she said, disappearing back into the bedroom. "Come here,
Robin, these should help," I heard her call. "Take off your
sweater, and put this on first." She lifted a lacy babydoll
nightie over my head, and I put my arms through the armholes,
then replaced the sweater. "This will keep the sweater away from
your chest. And these are an old pair of pantyhose that are
pretty stretched out - they should fit you and keep your legs
warm. She tugged down the skirt, and fortunately, my cock,
although a little hard, stayed nestled in my pink panties. She
helped me put on the pantyhose, rolling them up over my bare
legs. They felt like the panties did, but over my entire lower
body! I stepped back into the skirt, and quickly pulled it up.
We went back into the kitchen, but with every step I was aware
of the skirt sliding across my nylon-covered legs. We just
talked for a while, but I was in a state of constant horniness
from the feel of all that nylon against my skin. The babydoll
nightie was sending the sensations across my chest, making my
nipples get hard and stick out. I tried to will them down, but
that didn't work at all. The rest of my body was in sweet agony
from the panties and pantyhose, and I had a hardon that wouldn't
quit. I felt my cock raising up out of its tucked back position,
and I sat as still as I could so I wouldn't inflame it any more.
Then Linda said, why don't we go into the living room, and we
can get a weather report on the TV. I really didn't want to
move, knowing I'd be exposed to her view, but she took my hand
and pulled me up. "Are you cold, or just glad to see me?" she
quipped, seeing my nipples jutting out under the sweater, then
glancing down, she saw the tent-like bulge in my skirt! "Robin,"
she exclaimed, "are you just horny again, or ..." she paused for
a second, looking me right in the eyes, "or is wearing my things
turning you on?" I've never been a good liar, and when I began
to stammer out a reply, she said, "that's it isn't it, you like
wearing my clothes, don't you?" I didn't know what to say, and
I could feel my face turning red as a beet. I had no idea what
she was going to think of this, and all kinds of things raced
through my mind. "That's really kind of cute, Robin - I know
that lots of guys would like to get into my pants, but you enjoy
getting into my panties and skirt as well!" I could only mumble,
"I don't understand it, but I guess I do," worrying what her
next reaction would be. But she just laughed a little, and said,
"I don't mind - do whatever feels good, I guess." And what felt
good was making love to her again, still wearing her things -
she just lowered my pantyhose, and worked my cock free, then sat
on top of me, rubbing my nipples through the sweater. I tried
calling the airline again afterward, but they admitted that my
bag was lost, and they had no idea when, or if, it would show up
again. "I guess we'll just have to get you some clothes to
wear," Linda said when I told her, "let's go shopping." "I can't
go out," I said, "don't you remember I have no clothes?" "Oh,
come on," she said, "who are you trying to kid - you know you'd
love to go out shopping while you're dressed in my things." The
idea was interesting, in light of my newly discovered
excitement, but I protested anyway, more as a matter of form,
rather than hoping I could talk her out of it.
She sent me into the bathroom to shave, and when I had finished
with my face, she said, "take off your pantyhose, so I can do
your legs." I hadn't thought of that, but as she pointed out,
even though I didn't have much hair on my legs, it did show
through the hose. She quickly zipped the razor over my legs,
removing every hair I had. She pulled off my sweater, babydoll
and skirt, saying that while the skirt almost fit, it didn't fit
well at all on the waist. She rummaged around in her underwear
drawer, and pulled out a very feminine-looking garment. "This is
a torsolette," she explained, " and I wear it under really
slinky tight dresses. It will give you some shaping." She helped
me slip my arms through the straps, and started lacing it up the
front. I couldn't believe that anything that looked so wispy
could be so strong! It pulled my waist in, in, in, giving me a
girlish figure. The top was tight as well, pushing the flesh of
my chest into the cups. "You'll need a little more up there the
look natural," she said, stuffing a pair of panties inside each
cup. I looked down at the realistic-looking breasts that
protruded from my chest, covered by the pink and white lacy
cups. "I can hardly breathe, Linda," I said, but she just
laughed and said that that was the price girls had to pay to
look pretty. I began to have my doubts about this whole thing,
though the excitement I felt from the restraining torsolette was
undeniable. There were four garters hanging down from the
bottom of the torsolette, and Linda commented, "it would be a
shame to let these go to waste with pantyhose." She got out a
pair of nylons, and slowly and carefully rolled them up over my
newly shaved legs. They were more sheer and silky than the
pantyhose, and my cock rose up again. As she was kneeling right
there, she sighed in mock exasperation, and said, "I guess I'll
have to get rid of this AGAIN," and she proceeded to suck me
off. She slipped the panties back over my nylon-clad legs, and
tucked me away inside. "The sweater and skirt should be OK, now,
I think," she said, and when I pulled them on, I noticed how
much better the skirt fit, and how my newly created breasts
pushed out the sweater in just the right places.
She brought me over to her dressing table, and began to apply
makeup to my face. She stood in front of me, blocking my view of
the mirror, and only after she had finished gluing on false
eyelashes and nails did she let me peek. I couldn't believe my
eyes, there was a perfectly girlish face looking back at me!
Except for my short hair, nothing gave away the fact that I was
anything other than a girl. She hurried over to her closet, and
returned in a moment with a curly wig, which she placed on my
head. Now there was nothing to give me away. I stood up in my
stockinged feet, and then I realized one problem - I had no
shoes to wear. Linda tried the loosest shoes that she had on me,
but I couldn't get my feet into them. "I guess we'll have to
abandon this idea, Linda," but she said she could borrow a pair
from a neighbor for me. She returned with a pair of ankle-high
boots that had about a two inch high heel. "Janice said she
wears these with thick socks, so they should be OK." I managed
to squeeze my feet into them, though they were a little tight. I
stood on the unaccustomed heels, and looked at myself in her
mirror. "You know, Robin, you really do make quite a cute girl,"
Linda said. Little spots of color rose on my cheeks, showing
through the blush and powder I was wearing. "I really think you
should transfer out here - I'd love to have you as both a girl-
and boy-friend!" I loved how these clothes felt on me, and how I
looked, and I knew if I didn't transfer, since I lived at home,
I'd never be able to dress like this. I nodded in agreement, not
trusting myself to speak. "Well, let's go do some shopping,"
Linda said, "and we'd better hurry, because this is going to
take longer than I had thought - after all, not only do you need
guy-things, but you'll need a whole new girl's wardrobe, too!"
That was almost five years ago, and except for a few times when
I went back home to visit my parents, before they passed away,
I've been dressing as a woman ever since. I enrolled in Linda's
school as a girl, since my name could be either gender, and we
graduated on schedule. We both found jobs in Minneapolis, and
last year, I began to take hormones that Linda got a
prescription for. My chest now has a pair of real breasts, and
except for the time at the beginning, when I was taking heavy
doses of hormones, my male equipment works as well as ever. My
own hair grew out so that I didn't have to wear wigs after a
year or so. Our lovemaking has expanded in its variety, and
after Linda discovered how sensitive my anus was, she often uses
a double-sided dildo on both of us. I couldn't be happier,
especially when my lover invades my TV pussy, while I lay there
with my sexiest things on, feeling so much like the woman I
appear to be!
End
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