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A Whole New Wardrobe ? by: TheNewGerri Slowly Linda pulled down her panties and smiled at me. I lay on the bed on watched this amazing woman do her erotic strip tease and I felt myself respond. "Like what you see?" she purred at me as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. She held the cups against her chest as the straps dangled aimlessly. I whistled my appreciation and patted the bed beside me. She smiled and asked if I had given any thought to her request. "Such a small thing," she cooed. Despite my excitement I was reluctant to play along and tried to talk her out of it. "Why would you want to have me put on your panties and camisole?" I asked. "Is there some way that I'm not satisfying you?" She let one of the bra cups slip from her chest and moved her free hand between the juncture of her thighs. "Of course you satisfy me," she said "I'd just like to try something a little different, a little naughty, and maybe, just maybe, a little exciting." I pondered her response and tried to think of ways of saying no without making her angry. After all it didn't take a genius to figure out that making love to this beautiful woman was going to be at her discretion. If she decided that I wasn't going to fill the bill then I would be going home alone and sexually unfulfilled. She suddenly changed gears and suggested that my reluctance was okay. If I didn't want to experiment this time it was okay. I think my relieved smile gave me away and she smiled back at me. She dangled her bra from her fingertips and moved towards me on the bed. It dropped to the floor as she sat beside me and started to slowly trace circles around my nipples with her bright red fingernails. My cock gave away my extreme excitement. She reached around behind her and scooped her silk and satin slip from where she had dropped it on the floor. She bent her head to my chest and started to suck on my nipple. The intensity was amazing and I closed my eyes to savour the feeling. Her free hand brought the slip up to my groin and she started to rub it's silky texture against my cock and balls. "Doesn't that feel nice?" she huskily whispered between little movements of her tongue. I certainly agreed as I was in a state of excitement that required very little to put me over the edge. She transferred her oral attention to the other side of my chest and I could feel the slip slowly being pulled over my groin and stomach. I lifted her head and kissed her hungrily. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth as we embraced passionately. Slowly she swung her leg over mine and straddled me. She guided my cock into her dripping pussy and I could feel myself buried deep in her. I reached up with both hands and gently caressed her breasts. She moaned softly and started rocking back and forth. It didn't take long for both of us to climax and she lay on my chest with my cock still inside of her. As my excitement dwindled she rolled over beside me and laid her head on my arm. We fell asleep and awoke when the sun peeked through the bedroom window. I lay there awhile just listening to her steady breathing and congratulated myself on being in bed with such a beauty. I think she felt me looking at her as she awoke and smiled at me. "If you'll make us some breakfast I'll get cleaned up and we can go out and do some shopping," she said. While I'm not really keen on shopping I figured anything that would keep me in this beautiful woman's company was worth participating in. I agreed and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I watched her firm bum as she wiggled out of bed and headed to the shower. I went down to her kitchen and explored the contents of her fridge. Shortly I had eggs, hash browns and bacon cooking for our breakfast. Just as I was draining the grease from the bacon she emerged from the hallway. "Well that certainly smells good," she smiled at me and started to fill the coffee pot. We set the table and sat down. After enjoying the food we cleaned up and started making plans for our outing. Linda wanted to know what I was going to wear and I told her my cut-offs and a t-shirt. She kind of frowned and I asked her what the problem was. "Well I thought we could be a little dressier than that, don't you want to show me off?" she teased. "Well of course I want to show you off," I murmured, "but what does what I wear affect you?" I think I must have crossed one of those unknown gender lines, as she didn't really seem to be too happy with my indifference. "I hardly want to go to the effort of making myself up if you're only going to wear those grubby things," she said. "Do you have any idea how much work it is for a woman to get ready?" "Geez," I said, "You only have to throw on some underwear and a nice dress don't you?" Apparently that was not the right answer as she gave me a frown and I could feel the magic from the weekend rapidly unraveling. She gave me one of those smiles that meant I was either incredibly stupid or hopeless. "You men have it so easy" she said. "All you have to do is shower, shave your face, throw on some clothes and you figure you're ready for anything." Obviously I agreed as that pretty well summed up my preparations. "You'd be completely lost if you had to go through what all women do." Now I certainly wasn't about to disagree as I'd seen the preparations first hand from previous lovers but her confrontational tone made me a little angry. Unfortunately my belligerent side reared up and I blurted out that women were just poor planners and they didn't really need to take that much time. Well the icy look that crossed her face told me immediately that I'd said too much. "Poor planners?" she said. "You wouldn't last one day as a woman, hell you probably couldn't even shave your legs without bitching and moaning." I knew I had to make some conciliatory remark quickly or my magic weekend would be done and I would be heading home. "Okay, okay" I stammered, "I'm sorry that I was so critical." Apparently that was not enough as she continued to glare frostily at me. "What would you be willing to do to fix this problem or should I just open the door for you?" Yikes! I was in deep water here and Linda was ready to stand on my head before I surfaced. "Well, I'm not sure what to do" I said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you angry. I'm having a great time with you this weekend and I never meant to make you angry. What could I do to make this up to you?" "I tell you what," she said. "If you go shopping with me on my terms and prove that you're man enough to do what a woman has to do, then I think we can get by this whole problem. Plus, if you give it a chance then I'm sure that you'll have some fun and maybe this relationship can keep going." "What do you mean, if I'm man enough to do what a woman has to do?" I didn't think this was exactly going to be a good thing for me. "Well, if you'll go through what I go through to get ready without complaining and without backing out of it I guess we can forget how rude and obnoxious you just were." Her reply sounded innocent enough but as I rolled it around in my head I realized that she meant dressing as a woman. "Look, I really would feel uncomfortable doing that" "Well that's too bad" she replied, "We were having a pretty good time until this all happened. I guess I should thank you for cooking my breakfast and maybe I'll call you some time." Oh no! Linda had quickly manoeuvred me into participating in her little fantasy game or I was out the door. "Okay, okay," I muttered, "I'll play along, but you can't ever tell anyone about this." "Of course sweetie, it'll be our little secret." Then she smiled and it made me feel like this was such a small thing that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "Tell you what, I'll pick out something for you to wear on our shopping trip and we'll see how that goes first." I think I glanced at the floor and quietly agreed. She sent me off to shower and do my 'man' things and she headed back upstairs to her bedroom. I showered, shaved my face and was brushing my teeth as she poked her head in the bathroom door and handed me a white terry robe. "Ready?" she asked. I sucked in my breath and nodded agreement. She took my hand and led me up the stairs and to her room. Laid out on the bed was my shorts and t- shirt. Right beside them was a white camisole and a pair of white panties. Linda led me over to the bed and gently pulled down my hand to caress the satiny underwear. "Doesn't it feel nice?" she asked. I had to admit that the texture was interesting but I told her that I was much more used to such things adorning a beautiful woman such as herself. She smiled back at me and told me that it was silly to think that only one gender should be able to enjoy the feeling of the clothes. With that she pulled a cloth tape out of her pocket and had me raise my arms. She took some quick measurements and I was left blushing and a little apprehensive. She admonished me to relax and just have some fun with it. Once the measurements were carefully jotted down in a notebook she had me sit on the bed. She ran her hands up my legs and softly commented how much better they would look without any hair on them. "I never agreed to that I stammered." "No?" she bluntly asked. "You agreed that you would do anything a woman does to get ready. Almost every woman shaves her legs before a big social event." "Perhaps," I countered, "but I can't be doing anything that'll leave me open to ridicule when I go back to work on Monday." "And since when do you take your clothes off at work?" she asked. "Well when I'm done my shift I usually take a shower, change, and head home." "Do you have to shower at work or could you do all that at home afterwards? I mean, at least for a few days?" There she went again, driving straight to the point and leaving me very little room to wiggle. "Anyway, we're not going to do that now. We have a shopping trip to go on and since you're wearing shorts I won't try to embarrass you." With that she grabbed the panties and smiled at me. "Ready?" she innocently smiled and asked. Gritting my teeth and holding my breath I stammered an okay. Linda gently lifted my right foot and started to slide the panties up my leg. Lifting the other foot she started that side as well and slowly slid the panties up to me knees. I looked down at the delicate swirls of lace adorning the sides of the panties and felt my groin stirring. "Oh what's this?" she teased. "Is the big macho man perhaps enjoying this a little more than what he was letting on?" I blushed and mumbled some story about just having a beautiful woman paying attention to me was a turn on. "Well, if you play your cards right I'll pay a lot more attention to you," she smiled. She had me stand and then pulled the panties up to my groin. My cock was enjoying the circumstances as it started to make a tent in the front of my panties (my panties? What was I getting into?). "Well we can't have that destroying the illusion," she teased. Then she surprised me and pulled the waistband of the panties below my now growing cock. She licked her lips, smiled up at me and leaned over to take my cock in her mouth. As she was blowing me her right hands was caressing my bum through the satin material and her left hand was probing at the leg opening. She withdrew her left hand, let my cock slide out of her mouth and inserted her index finger into her mouth. All this time she was looking up at me and her eyes were twinkling. Taking her finger out of her mouth she once again wrapped those luscious lips around my cock. The feelings were so intense I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes. I could feel her left hand probing around the leg hole of the panties again and suddenly I could feel her insert her finger into my anus. That made me jump so she gently pushed me back onto the bed so my legs and bottom were hanging over the edge. She started blowing me again and soon started to push her index finger back into my bum. I couldn't believe this was happening. My cock was rock hard and I could tell I wasn't going to last long. The movements of her finger tickling my prostrate and her mouth around my cock were too much and I warned her that I was about to come. She smiled with her eyes and continued blowing me even as my body contracted and I shot an amazing amount of come into her mouth. She swallowed, licked her lips and swallowed again. I could feel her finger slide out of my ass and briefly considered asking her to do it again. However she tucked my now flaccid penis down between my legs and pulled my panties back up. "Starting to like this at least a little bit?" she smiled and asked. I sat back down and smiled at her and reluctantly nodded my head yes. She stood and reached over to kiss me. I could still taste my cum in her mouth but the sheer eroticism of the act prevented me from pulling away. I tried to sneak my hands inside her robe but she gently pushed them away and said we needed to get going. With that, she reached over to the camisole and dropped it down over my head. The waist came barely to the top of the panties but the silk seemed to encase me. I felt so incredibly exposed but the warmth of her smile made me a little less uncomfortable. "One last little thing," she said. I could only imagine what other surprises she had in store for me. My fears were quickly confirmed as she rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a bottle of red nail polish. "What do you intend to do with that," I stammered. "What do you think I'm going to do with it silly? I'm going to paint my fingernails and your toenails. I'd make you paint your own nails but since it's your first time I thought I'd make it a little easier for you." With that she shook the little bottle, uncapped it, and pulled the brush out. Delicately she drew the brush down each of my toenails until they all glistened red. "There," she said, "I'll do my fingers and then give you a second coat. In the mean time why don't you slip your shorts and t- shirt on?" I pulled my shorts up my legs and then put my t-shirt on as she carefully painted her fingernails. Once I had the t-shirt on and tucked in, Linda had me walk over to her full-length mirror and check out my appearance. With horror I realized I could see the outline of the camisole and it's spaghetti straps clearly through my t-shirt. "I can't go out like this," I wailed. Linda admonished me to be quiet since I had agreed to not complain about the proceedings. "Do you have a shirt that you could wear that wouldn't show quite so much?" she asked. With that I rummaged through my clothes bag and came out with a denim shirt. I pulled the t-shirt off over my head and quickly did the shirt up. Luckily, the bulkier shirt hid the evidence underneath and I was able to calm down a little. Linda was now done her fingernails and started to apply a second coat to my toes. When that was done, she asked me to wait for her in the living room while she dressed. I quickly pointed out that I would much sooner watch her dress than just sit down there so she had me sit in a chair in the corner of the room. Slowly I marveled as this beautiful woman arranged the clothes she was going to wear - a pretty mauve bra and panty set with matching slip. An off-white summer dress that only went part way down her thighs. She pulled a pair of pantyhose up her legs and sat at her makeup table. Carefully she used a variety of beauty products to emphasize her features and then offered to let me wear matching lipstick. I quickly declined but she wasn't to be refused. "Just a little, it's got moisturizers in it and it makes your kisses soft and wonderful. Besides, it's a very pale shade of pink and you really can't see it. Only I will know it's there," she said. Reluctantly I agreed and after she applied it she had me pucker my lips against a Kleenex. She then carefully brushed out her hair and attached some dangly earrings. "Should we get your ears pierced while we're out?" she teased. Finally we were ready to go. I pulled a pair of tube socks on over my feet and slipped on my sneakers. Linda put on some comfortable shoes and apparently we were off. Locking the front door behind us we headed out to Linda's little Miata. She unlocked my door and held it for me. "Shouldn't I be holding your door?" I asked. "Perhaps another time," she smiled. With that she went around to her side and climbed into the car. With the engine roaring we took off down her lane and headed to the mall. All through the drive I could taste the lipstick on me and I stole glances in the visor mirror to see how noticeable it was. Thankfully it seemed as if my lips were just a little pink and didn't look like I was wearing lipstick. Or at least that's what I hoped anyway. We parked the car and headed in for our day of shopping. "Having fun yet?" she asked. I mumbled an answer and followed her through the doors into the mall. Linda immediately headed for a Victoria's Secret shop and I followed her. A young lady approached as we entered and asked if she could help us. Linda told her that we were just going to wander around and would call her if we needed anything. That was a relief. I was too embarrassed over what Linda obviously had in mind but it seemed the fewer witnesses the better my ego would survive. We walked over to a rack of matching bras and panties and Linda started to quiz me on what colours I liked. My horrified reaction must have been evident on my face but she just smiled and told me avoid making a scene over everyone would remember that odd fellow that was in the other day. That didn't calm me down much but I realized that minimizing the embarrassment was about all I could hope for. I suggested some of the softer pastels that were displayed. She grabbed a baby blue set and a light green set and walked back over to the young sales clerk. "Do you have these in a 40B and a size 7?" she asked the clerk. The clerk replied that she did but she didn't think that those sizes would be quite right for her. Linda told the clerk that it was for a friend and with that the clerk headed back to the storeroom. "What are you doing?" I hissed at her. "I thought you were going to embarrass me?" Linda just smiled and said that they were indeed for a friend and I shouldn't be so loud or she'd lift up the back of my shirt and show the clerk my pretty white camisole. I blushed and immediately shut my mouth. Linda chuckled and turned to talk to the returning sales clerk. "Yes we do have those sizes," the clerk stated, "but if you buy 3 sets I can give you 25% off." "Terrific," Linda said, "I'll also take a set in that light yellow colour." "Do you have matching slips and garter belts for those?" the clerk wasn't sure and headed back to the storeroom again. "My god, this is going to cost you a fortune Linda," I whispered. "Well, actually this is going to cost you a fortune Jerry," she giggled. "Or should I just put everything back and we can go back for you to collect your car?" With that I sighed and realized I should just be quiet. Shortly afterwards the clerk returned with her arms brimming. "Yes we had everything that you asked for," the clerk happily told Linda. She placed the garments down on the sales desk and showed some of the finer points of the lingerie she was hoping Linda was going to purchase. "We'll take them all," Linda told the girl. "Could you please pay for this now Jerry?" I think my embarrassment was pretty evident as I'm sure I blushed a colour very close to the nail polish adorning my toes. The sales clerk looked at me quizzically but just smiled and started to ring in the items. Once we were done there we walked back out into the mall and into a ladies clothing store. We looked at hundreds of dresses (or so it seemed). Finally Linda had picked out two lightweight summer dresses in a size for her 'friend', one in off-white the other in a deep red. Again I paid and carried the bags out into the mall. Our next stop was a shoe store but before we entered I managed to pull Linda aside and admonish her to not spend any more on clothes for me. "Just think of it as an investment," she teased. "Besides, you can't do everything a woman does if you haven't any shoes." I knew is I was in trouble then. We entered the store and Linda asked me what size shoes I wore. A ten I replied. With that she headed to the ladies shoe section. An older lady came over to assist us and Linda told her we were looking for something in an 11 or 12 but in a DD width. The lady looked at Linda's feet and you could see the confusion in her eyes. "Are they for someone else then?" she asked. "Well, this is a little embarrassing but my boyfriend here has to wear ladies shoes for a whole day to win a bet. Could you help us find something that'll fit him?" If I thought I was blushing in the Victoria's Secret store then I was sadly mistaken. My face was so red I'm sure I must have given a glow to the whole aisle. The sales lady looked at me funny then asked what size I wore. "A 10," I croaked, "in men's." "Well, we'll just have to measure your foot then and see what we can fit you into," she said. "Could you please take off one of your sneakers so I can measure you?" Even as I reached over to untie my shoe I remembered the bright red polish on my toes. I figured I was okay as long as I kept my socks on. The sales lady held my foot in the size gauge and told me that I could probably wear an 11 so long as it was wide. With that she started to scan the shelves and pulling out boxes. "Please try these ones on," she asked as she handed me a black pair with a 1" heel. I sat down and tried to pull the shoe on. "I'm afraid that you'll have to take off your sock if we're going to get the right size" she said. "Put this on instead," she said and handed me one of those ankle nylons that the ladies use when trying on shoes. The blood was pounding in my head as I realized there was no way around the sales lady seeing the polish on my toes. Oh well. If I'm being fitted for ladies shoes then wearing nail polish isn't much weirder. I slipped off my sock and watched the flicker of amusement that crossed the sales lady's face. She was professional about but she didn't look me in the eye for a few moments. I slid the nylon on my foot and tried the shoe on. It wasn't very comfortable and before I knew it I had tried on about 15 pairs of shoes. Other customers and sales staff came and went and my embarrassment continued to mount. Eventually Linda picked out a low pair of black flats and a pair of red high heels. I paid for the shoes and 3 pairs of stockings and carefully juggled our packages as we headed back out into the mall. Linda suggested we head for a quick bite to eat at the local deli. As we entered the deli Linda looked around and found a secluded booth at the back. We made our way carefully and I dumped the packages on one of the seats. We took our places and waited as the waitress went through their specials. I started to order a cheeseburger and fries but Linda piped in and suggested something lighter, like a salad. "He's trying to get his figure back," she explained to the waitress. Again my face turned beet red and I just mumbled agreement. As the waitress hurried away to get our coffees, Linda turned to me with a wicked grin and asked if I was ready for the rest of our day. "What do you mean?" I worriedly asked her. She told me our shopping was done, unless I did want to get my ears pierced? I quickly declined. We were quiet as our coffee was served to us and then we were alone again. "I don't quite understand why you're doing this to me," I asked Linda. She smiled and told me that she had always wanted a boyfriend who could also be her girlfriend. Someone who wasn't hung up on macho bullshit and would understand some of the difficulties a woman has to endure. "But why embarrass me in front of those clerks?" I wanted to know. "Well it was only a little embarrassing," she said, "but that old lady in the shoe store was certainly looking at you funny." She laughed heartily at her little joke but I continued to feel as if everyone was looking at me and didn't join in. "Tell you what," she said, "if you play along with this all day today then I promise you an evening of incredible sex and tomorrow I will play along with any games that you might have. Look at the bright side, at least you're finding out that red is definitely one of your colours." She giggled mischievously again and I could feel her foot in my lap! Slowly she moved her toes back and forth and I could feel the subtle movements caressing my groin. She was getting me very aroused when the waitress came back with our salads. I must have looked a little embarrassed and guilty because the waitress gave me a funny look before she walked away. I pointed that out to Linda and she didn't allay my fears any when she pointed out that the angle the waitress had been standing at would have allowed her to look down my shirt and see the lacy edges of the camisole! I immediately did up another button and looked around guiltily. The waitress came back a few more times to refresh our coffees and each time she gave me a little smirk. I hurried Linda up and we were soon on our way out the door - still hungry but done nonetheless. We walked back through the mall towards the parking area. Linda stopped at each ladies clothing store and admired the fashions. I tried to just stand there quietly but she insisted on discussing the fashions presented with me. Finally we made our way out the door of the mall and over to her car. She unlocked my door and opened it for me (earning more odd looks from passers-by) and smiled sweetly at me. I tossed the packages into the back seat and climbed in myself. Soon we were on our way out of the parking lot and retracing our path back to her house. Linda remarked a few times on how quiet I was but I just told her that I was very embarrassed and wasn't sure if she was doing it to be mean to me or what. She immediately tried to lessen my discomfort and promised to do nothing else that would put me in an embarrassing position. I agreed to keep my sense of humour and we started making small talk to help dissipate the tension. We were about 30 minutes from her home when I felt her hand on my groin. I looked down and she was fumbling with the zipper on my shorts! "What are you doing?" I clamoured. "We still have a ways to go and I thought I would make it up to you," she said. With that she plunged her hand down into my shorts and I could feel her rubbing my cock through the panties. Despite my embarrassment I couldn't stop the reaction of my body and I soon sported an enormous erection. With little warning she turned off the main road onto a secondary road that seemed to lead out past some farms. "Where are you going?" I asked. Without answering she pulled over into a small access road and stopped the car. I was still looking at her with suspicion when she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth again. My body betrayed me. I couldn't help but enjoy the attentions of this beautiful woman who seemed so determined to break my preconceived notions of gender behaviour. I sighed and quickly came into her mouth. Some of the come dripped down her chin and she wiped it with a finger and sucked it off in her mouth. "There, are you at least satisfied that I won't just do this and dump you somewhere?" she asked. Well frankly that thought hadn't even occurred to me so it was nice to know that she wasn't just tormenting me for some cruel joke. I told her I was okay and just wanted to get back to her place. "Oh? Eager to try on your new clothes are you?" she purred at me. "Not really," I replied, "But at least I won't have to worry about people seeing me and laughing at me." "Don't worry dear, nobody is laughing at you," she assured me. With that she backed the car out of the access road and we continued on our way to her house. "Would you like to freshen your lipstick dear?" she asked innocently. "No I really don't think so," I replied. She repeated that she wanted me to relax and just have fun. "How do you know you won't like all this attention if you don't really give it a chance?" she asked. "Well it's been a long standing tradition in my family that the women wear the lingerie and the men don't," I mumbled in reply. "Well that doesn't mean that it has to stay that way does it?" she asked. With that face and that body she could convince any man to do anything so I just nodded and looked out the window. Shortly we arrived at her house and I lugged all of the packages inside. "Please put them in my bedroom," she said so that's where I deposited them. "Before we go any further could we please have a little talk?" she asked. She led me into the living room and she had me sit on the sofa. "Hang on a second," she said and then she left the room. Shortly afterwards she returned with two drinks in her hand and gave me one. "Drink that please," she said as I sipped at it. So I downed the drink (it must have been almost straight whiskey though). "Would you like another?" she said. "Alright," I replied. I figured that a couple of drinks might at least make me a little less embarrassed. She got me another and then sat down beside me. "I've always had a fantasy about having a relationship with a man that was confident enough in his sexuality that I could play games like this with him. The idea of putting a man in a dress and lingerie makes me so hot I can't believe it. Even when I'm making love I often fantasize that the man I'm with is wearing some frilly lingerie. I'm sorry that I'm a little weird but do you think you could play along, have some fun, and maybe lighten up a little?" Whether the alcohol had loosened my inhibitions or just my animal lust overrode my better judgment I agreed that a little fantasy could help keep sex from being boring and I agreed to keep playing along. With that she stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and expected her to lead me to her bedroom for some fun and games but she led me to her bathroom and told me to strip. Carefully I pulled my shorts off and was just about to remove the shirt when a flashbulb went off in my face. "What the?" I demanded. "Just a little souvenir for me," she said and waved the Polaroid picture in my face. She showed me the picture as it developed (keeping it carefully away so I couldn't grab it) and I could clearly see the lacy underwear I was wearing. "Okay, now take everything off," she asked. I lifted the camisole off over my head (and I have to admit I enjoyed the feel of it as it was pulled past my body). I then pulled down the panties and stood there with both articles in my hand. "Just throw them in that hamper there," she said and pointed to the one in the corner of the bathroom. "Now get in the tub, face the wall and hold your arms out at 90 degrees from your body." I did as she requested and could hear her shaking an aerosol can. A smelly lotion was spread all over the back of legs, my butt and my back. I was then asked to turn around and the same treatment was given to my front. Only the hair on my head and my public hair escaped the lotion. "You have to wait for 15 minutes now," she warned me, "and try not to move." "What is this stuff?" I asked despite knowing the answer but dreading it. "Hair remover," she replied. "You've got to be kidding me," I sighed. "Nope", she said. "In 15 minutes you'll be as hairless as when you were born." With that she left the room and promised to return. Well that stuff was awful. It smelled terrible and was starting to burn my skin as Linda returned. "Okay, into the shower with you." With that she turned on the shower and I watched as the hair that had been stuck to my body so recently now floated down the drain. Once the lotion (and hair) was washed away she turned off the shower and handed me a fluffy white towel. "Don't rub your skin," she said, "That dries it out. Just dab the water off until you're dry." I did as she suggested and completed drying off. Linda handed me a bottle of skin conditioner and had me rub it into the places I could reach. She helped by getting it into the places I couldn't. Once that was done and the lotion was neutralizing the tenderness of my skin I couldn't help but notice how different my body looked and felt without hair on it. My legs looked slender and graceful and Linda caught me checking myself in the mirror and softly chuckled at me. "Okay follow me please," she said and headed toward her bedroom. Laid out on the bed was one of the lingerie sets from Victoria's Secret (the baby blue one) and the red dress. She handed me the panties and asked me to put them on. I pulled them up my legs and marveled at how different everything felt. "Pretty sensual isn't it?" she asked. I guiltily mumbled a reply and waited as she reached around me to fasten the garter belt. "We'll just tuck the garter straps inside your panties, that way you won't have to take them off if you have to use the washroom." She then had me sit down and showed me how to roll the stockings up my legs and clip them to the garter belt. I was now standing in her bedroom wearing nothing but panties, garter belt and stockings. I certainly hadn't seen this coming before yesterday. Next she handed me the bra and showed me how to fasten it in front then rotate it around my body. She helped me with the straps and adjusted them for me. Then she held the slip over my head and let it cascade down my body. As I was checking out my new silhouette in the mirror Linda's Polaroid flashed again and I knew that the most incriminating evidence yet had just been taken. Leading me by the hand she sat me at her makeup table and looked carefully at my face. Reaching for some tweezers she plucked a few errant eyebrows but promised to stop before it became too obvious. After that she applied some foundation, mascara, eyeliner, blush and lipstick. I couldn't believe that the face looking back at me was my own. While I certainly wasn't beautiful, (and I never thought I'd think of myself in those terms anyway), I didn't look like a flaming crossdresser - a very plain woman perhaps, but not an exhibitionist. She had me stand and then slipped the red dress over my head and carefully manoeuvred it past my face (warning me that she was trying not to smudge my makeup - my makeup!). Once the dress was settled in place (and it didn't fit too bad, considering) she moussed my hair into a feminine style and attached two clip on earrings. She produced the bottle of nail polish again and painted the nails on both of my hands. Somehow it made my fingers look longer and more feminine. Flash. Flash. Her Polaroid struck again and I'm sure my face showed the confusion I was feeling. She handed me the new red shoes and I pulled them on (it was easier without socks). Then she told me to go downstairs and wait for her in the living room. Perhaps get us each a drink? She suggested and then told me she had to get herself ready as well. "But you're already dressed and you're beautiful," I said. "Yes, but no woman wants a boyfriend who's prettier than she is," she laughed. Slowly I made my way down the stairs (I took the shoes off before I had a serious accident). I slipped the shoes back on once I was on the main level and wobbled over to her liquor cabinet. I made us each a drink and sat on the sofa. I sipped at my drink (and it was very odd to see the lipstick prints on the glass and to taste it mixed with the whiskey). By the time Linda came downstairs I had finished that drink and had started on another. Linda was a vision of beauty when she descended the stairs. She'd put on a sparkly white dress and had re-done her hair and makeup. She approached me and gave me a long, lingering kiss before she sat down. I handed her the drink I'd made and watched as she took a sip from it. When she put it down she looked me in the eyes and thanked me. "What for?" I asked. "For playing along with all of this and making me so happy," she replied. "I can't believe how beautiful you are," she said. "Well I feel awkward but very aroused," I replied. "Oh? Why's that?" "Well as much as I hated the idea of all this, these clothes are having a very strange effect on me. Every time I move I can feel satin sliding against silk or against nylon. My legs are tingling and every time I lick my lips I taste lipstick." "And is that so bad?" she asked. "Well no," I answered, "but I feel like I'm doing something wrong and naughty." "Sometimes being a little naughty can be a very good thing," she smiled and leaned over to kiss me again. I could taste her lipstick and mine as our mouths pressed together. Her hand went up to cup my cheek and I could feel another stirring in my groin. As if by unspoken request her hand moved up under my dress and stroked my cock. I was getting incredibly aroused but she suddenly stood up and took my hand. She used the stereo remote to put a CD on and music soon filled the air. She wrapped her arms around me and we started to dance. We moved slowly around the room for 3 or 4 songs and I could feel her warm body so close to mine. Occasionally her hand would 'slip' and caress my bum but I really didn't mind. Slowly I could feel her pulling the zipper of my dress down and I did the same to hers. Our dresses fell to the floor and we continued to dance in our lingerie. The silk and satin rubbing between us only seemed to heighten the sensual feelings that were overwhelming me. Linda pushed me back onto the sofa and started to kiss me passionately. I could feel her hand working it's way between my legs so I opened them up to give her better access. She hiked the front of my slip up and started to drag her fingernails gently across my penis. I threw my head back and enjoyed the sensations. At that point Linda reached up under her own slip and slid her panties down her legs. I motioned to do the same but she asked me to leave them on. I, of course, complied. She swung her leg over my chest and straddled me. Leaning forward she took my cock in her mouth and started to suck it enthusiastically. Her tongue made its way up and down the shaft and her free hand gently cupped and stroked my balls. I leaned forward so that her pussy was in reach and gently started to lick. A sudden shiver went through her body as she orgasmed. I continued licking and sucking her pussy even as she continued to suck on my cock. My body was incredibly aroused and I knew it was only a matter of moments before I exploded into her mouth and warned her. She mumbled a reply and continued to drive me crazy with lust. As I neared orgasm my back arched and I could feel the intense release as I came in her mouth. Simultaneous with my orgasm a powerful wave gripped her body and I could feel her collapse on top of me. We lay that way for a few moments until Linda stood up and took off her slip. This revealed the lacy white bra and garter belt she was still wearing. Motioning for me to sit up she pulled my slip off over my head and whistled hungrily at me. Then she lay beside and we started kissing passionately. Despite my recent orgasm, my body responded quickly when her soft hands started to caress me. "Fuck me," she said and I quickly moved to comply. I pulled my panties off and got on top of her. Her hand quickly guided me into her wet pussy and I started to fuck her as hard as I could. She kept leaning up until she was able to move the cup of my bra away enough to take my nipple between her teeth. I lasted as long as I could but the myriad sensations overwhelmed me and I erupted into her. Exhausted I lay on top of her and continued kissing her passionately. "Eat Me," she asked. What else could I do? I scurried down to the bottom of the sofa and put my head between her legs. The aroma of sex was strong but the desire to please this woman was driving me. I lapped at her pussy and nibbled on her clitoris. My tongue dashed in and out of her pussy and I could feel the orgasm building in her. Suddenly she started talking to me. Telling me how sexy I was and how much she wanted to make love to me. Telling me how much she enjoyed having my cock in her mouth and feeling my come fill the back of her throat. Finally she arched her back, moaned, and pushed my head away. I continued to lap at her pussy until she could stand no more. Exhausted, content, we fell into each other's arms and drifted off for a few minutes. When we awoke we headed to the bathroom. Carefully she undressed me and I undressed her. We entered the shower and lathered each other up. It felt so good to be with this sexy woman even if it meant I had to stand there hairless and with my nails painted bright red. We rinsed and then exited. Linda handed me the terry robe and put one on herself. "Hang on a second," she said and disappeared down the stairs. She came back a few moments later with the lingerie and dresses that we had discarded in the living room. "Well we can't wear the lingerie until we've washed it but the dresses don't seem any the worse for wear." With that she led me into her bedroom and repeated the whole dressing up process. This time I wore the green lingerie set and she changed into a light pink one. She re-did my makeup and hair and we soon looked as if we were ready for afternoon tea. I followed her down the stairs and we took seats on the sofa where we had so recently ravished each other. "Well?" she asked. "Well? Well what?" I replied. "How do you like your walk on the wild side?" she smiled at me. "To be honest I don't think I've ever been as aroused as I was earlier today. The feeling of the clothes, the tastes and smells, I think I will enjoy doing this again." With that I smiled at her, took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. "Careful now," she admonished, "you wouldn't want to smudge your makeup." We both laughed at that. The rest of the day was spent puttering around her house. Every opportunity that presented itself found us touching and caressing each other. My cock remained semi-erect throughout the day and Linda took great pleasure in running her hands up under my dress to stroke me almost to full erection. "You know, when I take you out again you're going to have to wear something to keep that monster hidden or everyone will know our little secret." "Out again?" I thought that this was something that we were only going to do in privacy." I didn't want her to think that I was ready to traipse around dressed in frilly lingerie where others could see me. However, I definitely wanted to keep doing it privately. My god, I can't believe I just thought that! "Well, I don't think we need to parade you around everywhere but I'm sure there's a few accessories that we can outfit you with that will give us more afternoons of pleasure," she said. "Perhaps a nice corset or a short miniskirt could be added to your wardrobe?" I'd been too overwhelmed to even consider expansion of my new wardrobe. Hell, it was only a day ago that I'd refused to wear her camisole and panties and now here I was completely ensconced in feminine finery with my hair done, full makeup, and three matching sets of lingerie. Perhaps there might be room for a few more additions! That night I slept in one of her lacy baby dolls with matching panties. Actually we both did and the feel of the clothes between us led to another exciting round of sexual escapades. But, that's a story for another occasion.