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It was a brilliant Plan! It was a brilliantly conceived Plan to manipulate my young and na?ve Bride in the most devious yet subtle manner! But, in order for the Plan to succeed, Sally had to be convinced it was all HER idea! All I had to do to put my Plan into action was tell her about the 'Dream' I had last night! This was gonna be a cinch! Right? Dream By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 All rights reserved "It's just so bizarre, Theresa! At first I thought I hadn't heard him correctly. I swear, I'm at a complete loss! I just don't understand all this! I could really use your help!" "You mean to tell me, Sally, like out of nowhere, he just blurted it out ... Told you about this Dream he had?" "Like he was telling me the time of day, Theresa! Like it was the most normal thing in the world! I'm really trying to understand all this! Oh dear, what should I do?" - ~ - ~ Looking back, it really was all my fault that Sally, my new Bride, was so distraught. After two months of marriage I had finally succumbed to the temptation. The temptation to play dress-up in my wife's clothes. The irresistible temptation to adorn myself in her silky, satiny, lacy clothes. The same way I had succumbed to the temptation to play dress- up in my mother's and my twin sister's clothes from the time I was twelve years old. It was at that tender age when I first experienced the utter satisfaction and joy ... The Nirvana ... whenever silk and satin and lace caressed my budding pubescent body. And I continued to secretly enjoy that utter satisfaction whenever I had the opportunity ... Until I finished college and married Sally. Not that I had sworn off playing dress-up when we married. Nothing that radical! I just didn't have the guts ... Just didn't want to take the risk of getting caught ... Getting caught with my panties down ... So to speak. It took two whole months for my will to crumble. And, Joy of Joys, our conflicting work schedules made indulging in my secret passion so much easier and convenient. No doubt it was Sally's mouthwatering wardrobe which most attracted me when we first met. It had always been that way. All the girls I'd dated through high school and college wore the prettiest clothes. And all the time I dated them it was their skirts and lingerie and make-up and hairstyles and pretty jewelry that attracted me more than their bubbly personalities or even the more basic sexual prizes they willingly offered. I was so envious of all of them! Sally was no different. When we met during my last year in grad school ... Her under-grad junior year ... It was love at first sight. For my part it was love of her poodle skirts, her frothy petticoats, her angora sweaters, her chiffon blouses, her bobby socks! And, despite being partial to sexy stiletto-heeled, open-toed pumps, I even loved the adorable saddle shoes she wore just like every other hip college co-ed. Our love blossomed and I fell head over heels for her ... Just like I had fallen head over heels for her fantastically luscious wardrobe. It was the 1950's. That wonderful era when girls adorned themselves in delicacies like poodle skirts and petticoats, garter belts and nylons, angora sweaters or chiffon blouses. And so did I! Secretly, like I said ... Very secretly! But still, I grew up wearing all those lovelies ... Whenever the opportunity presented itself ... Just like real girls did. When we began dating I conjured up every excuse under the sun to invite Sally to the fanciest restaurants, the best movie theaters, and to live theater performances. Fancy places like those were the sure-fire way to provide me with, if nothing else, that voyeuristic thrill. The thrill I could count on every time she proudly paraded around in those full dresses pouffed out by frothy petticoats and all the other feminine finery which that entailed. Like every other truly committed crossdresser, I fantasized it was me ... Wished it could be me! ... Dressed in all her glorious confections! It was the silky feel of her panties, slips, and nylons which excited me whenever she'd let me run my hand under her skirt ... Even more than the forbidden treasure hidden inside them. God, how she loved to flaunt her stylish wardrobe! God, how she simply reveled in flaunting her exquisite femininity! God, how she was so innocently oblivious to the absolute superiority her femininity commanded! God, how I envied her! The dent those pricey dates put in my meager finances was well-worth the reward every time she dressed to the Nines. She had a wardrobe, and the figure to go with it, which made every real girl envious and any devotee of crossdressing simply drool. After a mere three weeks of dating I knew I was destined to marry her. She felt it too. We were married one week after I graduated. I'd earned my post- graduate degree in Clinical Psychology and began my career working on the Psychiatric Ward of an exclusive private Hospital. Sally opted to drop out of school in favor of taking a sales job at the cosmetic counter in the most exclusive department store in the city where my new job landed us. All in support of my career and to help make ends meet. My shift supervisor at work, Randy Collins, was a nice enough guy. He and his wife, Theresa, lived about a half mile away. Since we worked the same shift Randy and I drove in together. We quickly became good friends. It was only natural Theresa and Sally would become friends. Best friends, really. Randy and Theresa were considerably older than Sally and me. They more or less 'adopted' us ... Took us under their wing, so to speak. Randy became my mentor at work. Theresa mentored Sally in the fine art of being a supportive and compliant housewife. All in all it was a delightful and thoroughly rewarding relationship. Sally worked days. I worked nights. The new guy always got the night shift. Not the best schedule for newlyweds, to say the least. On the other hand, it did provide me all the time in the world time to secretly delve into her wardrobe ... Her wardrobe which I adored and lusted for. Ever since I first laid eyes on her. It only took two months for the old irresistible temptation to overwhelm me. Two months of laying in bed each morning and ogle as she teasingly performed her seductive 'Strip Tease' ... In reverse! Two months of watching her select just the perfect bra and panty set, the perfect lace trimmed satin slip, the perfect shade of nylons clipped so tautly to a perfectly matched garter belt, the perfect pair of high heels, and the perfect figure-hugging pencil skirt and blouse. Watching her morph into the quintessential sales professional each morning was better than our fantastic sex life ... Well, almost better! After two months I succumbed. Once I gave in to that no-longer undeniable temptation, playing dress-up became an almost daily routine. Just like it had when I lived at home with Mom and Sis. Just as soon as Sally left for work, I'd meticulously prepare myself for a day of pampering. Of luxuriating in silks and satins and chiffons, and nylon stockings, and high heels, and jewelry, and the countless samples of free make-up she brought home, and ... Delight, Delight ... My choice of any one of the half dozen wigs perched so temptingly on head stands in her closet and simply screaming out my name! Now that was an option ... An added bonus ... Which had never been available to me! Mom and Sis never wore wigs. I'd always had to be content with the incongruous image of myself dressed in oodles of feminine finery ... Topped off by my crew-cut! I always began with a perfumed bubble bath. I needlessly ran a razor over my hairless body. I never had any body hair to speak of ... Okay, maybe a little fine peach fuzz here and there ... How fortunate for me I took after my twin sister in that respect! I simply reveled in the purely feminine, though in my case mostly unnecessary gesture, of 'shaving' my legs, underarms, and all those tender places women get to shave. I had to laugh to myself each time Sally told me how cute I looked with no body hair. She didn't care much for the hairy guys she'd dated in the past. Thought it was Icky, she said. My routine was always the same. Bathe, lotion, dust myself with flowery body talc. Select a wickedly pretty bra and panty set, garter belt and nylons, high-heeled marabou trimmed mules and a silky peignoir. Just to be comfy until I made up my mind which outfit I wanted to wear. At Sally's vanity I'd put on my face like I'd been applying make-up my whole life. Well, I had been! Hadn't I? During this entire ritual the excitement between my legs was rampant. That was one thing which hadn't changed since I was twelve years old! And, it had become my primary motivation for playing dress-up! The only decision I had to make each day was ... Did I want to be the 'Newlywed Housewife' wearing a short-sleeved, full-skirted, tightly belted, pouffed-out polished cotton shirtwaist dress; or the 'Saucy College Co-Ed' sporting a poodle skirt, angora sweater, bobby socks, and saddle shoes; or the 'Salesgirl' looking oh-so professional in a tantalizingly tight pencil skirt, made all the more tantalizing by the bas-relief of my garter tabs underneath ... Like Sally wore to work each day ... Well, you get the idea. There was one other decision to make. Was I going to be a blond, a redhead, or a brunette? I certainly had an ample selection of wigs to choose from. Didn't I? And, Sally thought it was so sexy to be able to change her hair color and style at will. I was no different! Most days I opted for one of Sally's full skirts or dresses so I could savor the sensation of my always excited man-muscle bouncing erotically inside a pair of her full cut, lace trimmed nylon panties. Or, if I was feeling really wicked, a pair of her stunningly feminine, pure silk French Tap Panties. That sensation was enhanced a thousand-fold by multiple layers of silk and satin ... a half-slip and camisole or a delicious full-slip trimmed with oodles of lace at the bodice and hem, or knee-length pettipants hemmed with three inches of lace ... Or maybe all of the above. And of course the obligatory horsehair petti over a triple-tiered chiffon one. The exquisite feeling of being literally encased in that much feminine finery was, in a word ... Indescribable! My legs would wobble. My heart rate would double. I always felt light-headed. Like I would surely faint dead away! How I managed to maintain my balance in Sally's four or five inch stilettos is nothing short of miraculous! I'd occupy my days doing housework, preparing meals ahead of time for the coming days, doing our laundry, or simply lounging on the sofa reading the popular fashion and movie magazines we subscribed to. Just like Sally did when she was home alone. Sometimes I'd change outfits at mid-day as I imagined I was getting ready to go out for an evening at a fancy restaurant and the theater. Just like Sally and I did before our schedules collided. Sally had no idea what her loving husband was up to while she slaved away hustling cosmetics to her wealthy and sophisticated clients. But then, my mother and sister never had a clue either. My talent at covering my tracks was pure genius. After the first two months of marital bliss I realized I had found heaven! I was living my life-long Dream. Well, almost! My deepest desire was to share this part of me with Sally. Something I had never had the guts to do with Mom and Sis. I needed to somehow manipulate our relationship so she'd come to see just how much our love-life could be enhanced if she'd simply share her skirts with her husband. But, I needed to manipulate things in such a subtle way that Sally would believe, as they say in legal terms, 'Beyond a Reasonable Doubt', it had been all HER idea! I hated living the lie. I hated deceiving her. If I could only find some way! I became increasingly convinced Sally would love to be part of this closeted life of mine. After all, she thought I looked cute with no body hair. Didn't she? She even talked to me about all the new cosmetics in her product line and made such a big deal showing me the samples she brought home. She'd even explain in glorious minute detail the purpose of each product and how each was applied. Didn't she? Why, she even patiently taught me the painstaking process of washing and styling her wigs! And, at every turn, she teased me ... Flaunted her femininity at me ... Almost dared me, it seemed, to share the girly existence she so enjoyed. Didn't she? All I had to do was come up with some palatable way to break it to her gently. To break it to her in some way which would sound like my obsession was the most normal thing in the world. In some way which wouldn't give her a heart attack. In some way that she'd believe it was all HER idea! After all, how could she ever be upset by an 'Idea' she had come up with in the first place? By the time Sally got home from work I would be long gone. Off to work my night shift. Showered, scoured make-up free and dressed in my Hospital scrubs. All her delicates laundered and laid to rest in their proper places. My vast experience had taught me to be meticulous in removing all traces of make-up and to replace lingerie and other delicates just as I had found them. No hint there'd been another 'Girl' in our home the entire ten hours or so she was gone each day. Luckily I was always home to watch her getting ready for work. And that little 'Show' she put on for me really got my juices flowing! I couldn't wait to mimic her ... To be her! ... Just as soon as she was gone! Other than those few precious minutes, we were like ships passing in the night. Except for weekends. We spent each weekend doing all the fun things married couples do. Especially newlywed couples. I decided the upcoming weekend would be the perfect time to put my plan into action. I simply couldn't go on living the rest of my life with all the lies and deceit. - ~ - ~ We woke up mid-morning on that particular Saturday. There was nothing pressing on the schedule. A quiet, leisurely day loomed. I had been mulling over several possible scenarios which would allow me to casually broach the subject with Sally. After much agonizing internal debate I'd finally decided on what I thought would be a non-threatening and very subtle approach. One of the more unique aspects of our relationship, perhaps the one aspect I was most proud of, was the equality of it all. We were a true partnership. None of the 'I'm the MAN. I RULE the roost!' nonsense which was so prevalent during the 1950's. We shared equally in the household chores, shopping, and in decisions about how we'd spend our money. We also shared our hopes and aspirations. We were there for each other ... No matter what. We even shared our dreams. Not just our ephemeral dreams for what the future held. But our actual nocturnal Dreams. Since we'd first met, sharing our Dreams had always been one of the most intimate and titillating and private activities we enjoyed. Sometimes our Dreams were funny. Sometimes sad. Sometimes heroic. Sometimes scary. No matter the nature of our Dreams, sharing them brought us closer together. We always learned something a bit more intimate and revealing about each other. And lots of times we'd actually acted out the more enjoyable, even bizarre, elements of our Dreams. I remember once when Sally told me she'd dreamed of a stranger breaking in as she slept. He had forced himself on her ... Ripped her nightclothes off ... Taken the most intimate advantage of her! She said it was so scary! At the same time she found it positively stimulating! A true turn-on! The next day I actually play-acted that exact Dream. Cat Burglar mask and all! Sally had loved every 'scary' minute of it! Then there was the time I told Sally I had dreamed about her coming home with one of those new Hula Hoops. In my Dream she bragged about how the Manager of the Toy Department had taught her how to seductively rotate her hips and twirl the newest rage. She couldn't wait to show me ... To reenact my Dream! That very day Sally brought home a Hula Hoop! Have you ever watched a girl ... In the 1950's ... Twirling a Hula Hoop while wearing a poodle skirt and three petticoats. Let me tell you ... It's heart-stopping! The day after that, while Sally was at work, I spent an hour twirling that Hula Hoop ... While wearing the same poodle skirt and petticoats Sally had worn! I decided to use this most intimate aspect of our marriage to my advantage ... As a springboard to open the discussion. If I told Sally about one of my 'Dreams', a concocted 'Dream' to be sure, but with elements of my secret obsession subtly and cleverly interwoven into the 'facts', it would be the perfect way to manipulate her. To gently and lovingly manipulate her thoughts and feelings and desires in such a way so dressing me up in her clothes would be HER idea! I would weave in just enough element of truth so she'd be absolutely convinced that reenacting this 'Dream' would be just as tantalizing as any other time we'd indulged each others fantasies. It would be a thoroughly devious way to manipulate her. Some might even call it contemptible. In the final analysis, however, I was certain beyond any doubt unburdening this most secret part of my life ... Getting it out in the open ... Would bring us so much closer. The only question was, did I have the nerve to do it? On the other hand, did I have the nerve to NOT do it? - ~ - ~ I stretched languidly in bed. Before Sally could get up to fetch coffee and the newspaper so we could lounge in bed a while longer, as was our custom, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me. Her beautiful body fit me perfectly! Just like her beautiful wardrobe did! The featherweight touch of her full length nightgown slinking against my almost naked body caused my morning woody to inflame and throb even more than usual. She was wearing one of my favorites. I ran my hand along the chiffon overlay. I could hear the staticky crackling as chiffon slithered against satin. I absently tickled the lace trim at the bodice with my fingers. The pale pink color was perfect for her and just the most feminine imaginable. My mind wandered briefly as I reminisced how I had worn this same gown so many times while she was at work. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and began nervously sputtering. "Sally, Honey, I, err ... ahem! ... I had the strangest 'Dream' last night!" I whispered shyly, as she snuggled her body closer. "It was so strange! I don't know if I can even bring myself to tell you about it! I mean ... I, ah ... Oh god! ... It was just so weird! I can't even begin to explain where it came from!" "Dream?" She murmured. "Oooh goody! I love it when you tell me your Dreams! Was it another sexy one? Your Dreams are always so sexy. From what I can feel down here it must have been a real sexy one." She said impishly, as she groped me. "Tell me all about it, Honey. Every sexy little detail." She circled a finger around my nipple in that delightfully teasing way which made me tingle all over. "Well ... Yeah! It was a sexy one, I guess. But ... But this one was way different than any other I've ever had. It's almost too funny, really. And ... a little bit, err, embarrassing, I'm afraid. If you really want to know ... I'll tell you .... But, ah, don't say I didn't warn you!" I tried to sound reluctant. But, in truth, I was bursting at the seams to spill it. Sally was driving me wild! Cuddling against me in that unbelievably sensuous gown. I really had convinced myself, once I told her about my 'Dream', she'd glom onto it ... Want to reenact it ... Just as eagerly as she had done with her Hula Hoop and when I played Cat Burglar. There's no way she'd be able to resist the urge to see me actually adorned in the very gown she was wearing at this moment. And, not only her lovely nightgown, but some of the other goodies hanging so tidily in her closet. This was gonna be a cinch! "Don't be embarrassed, Honey. Please! We're married, after all! For heaven's sake! We're not supposed to be embarrassed in front of each other! We never have! Have we?" She chided. "We always share our Dreams. Besides, you brought up the subject. You can't keep me in suspense!" She started licking my ear. She knew she could get me to do anything just by licking my ear. I took the plunge. No turning back now. "It's crazy! But it started, I mean ... err ... You know, my ... uh, my 'Dream' started when ... You just got home from work ... You know ... And ... I mean ... for some strange reason ... I don't know ... You were raving about a fabulous sale the store was having ... Um, I mean ... Your Store ...." Did I say this was gonna be a cinch? This was not going as easily as I had planned. I could feel the perspiration popping out all over my forehead. "With your usual theatrical flare, you held up two new dresses you had bought at a ridiculously low price. Fancy dresses. You know, the style you always like to wear. Err, ... The ones with big full skirts. The party dresses you wear with all those ... uh ... Those petticoats. You were so proud of how much money you saved." "Well gee-whiz ... I know how much you like to see me wearing pretty things like those, Honey! And I like to dress that way cuz it gets both of us so excited! What's so crazy about that?" "That's not the crazy part, Sally. The crazy part's that after I told you what a smart shopper you were and how pretty they were, you said ... And I swear, you're not gonna believe this part! ... "You said ... 'I'm glad you like them, Darling. 'Cuz I bought this red one for you!' "Can you believe that! I dreamed you actually bought a party dress ... For me! Like it was no big deal! The most normal thing in the world! If that isn't the craziest thing, I don't know what is! I tell you, Honey, this was some ... uh ... Weird 'Dream'!" I started laughing ... Like it was no big deal. But it was a forced laugh. Even to my ears, I sounded like a babbling idiot! "You dreamed I bought you a party dress! A party dress for you to wear? That's so strange!" She was giggling too, but had this serene, almost motherly, look on her face. "Yeah! It is! But no more stranger than your Cat Burglar Dream!" I reminded her. Just to let her know I wasn't the only one who'd had strange Dreams. "Anyway, you told me since I loved seeing you wearing pretty things so much and how much fun you have dressing up for me, I should see for myself how much fun it is to wear them too! To experience first hand what girls experience when they're all dressed up. You even brought up how you'd always noticed how much I just about drooled every time you wore dresses like those, going all the way back to when we were in school. And how that got you thinking I might actually enjoy the experience. I told you it was a crazy Dream!" Just a little element of truth to help convince her to want to reenact my 'Dream'! I babbled on. "Not only that! You said you bought the dresses so we could go out and kick up our heels ... As girlfriends! Can you believe it? You were determined to dress me up in that pretty new dress and take me out! Just like you and Theresa do when Randy and I are working and you guys are looking to relax and have a little fun! You know how stubborn you get once your mind is made up. I can't even imagine you'd think I'd ever look like one of your ... ah ... girlfriends!" A touch of self-deprecation would get the 'sympathy' factor going. I knew I was blushing guiltily and could barely look her in the eye. "Hey!" She butted in. "I never imagined you as a 'Cat Burglar' either! Or, for that matter, me as your 'Victim'! You never know about these Dreams!" She added innocently. "I suppose! Anyway, I started arguing and protesting there was no way you were gonna get me into a dress and take me out. But you know how you are once a bee gets in your bonnet. You pooh-poohed my protests ... Claimed I'd look even prettier than most of your girlfriends. Besides, you argued, you'd already spent the money. It was a Sale. The dress couldn't be returned!" You insisted. "In a flash you gathered an armful of your undies. Why I didn't run out of the house, I'll never know! In no time at all you had me standing here in a padded out bra, one of those garter gizmos, nylon stockings, those frilly underpants you always wear, a slip, and a fluffy petticoat ... all in red ... 'To match your new dress!' ... As you put it. "Can you believe it! Talk about a crazy Dream! By that time you had me trapped. There was nowhere to run! I felt like the goofiest guy in the world!" "I could never think of you as goofy, Darling. But the idea of having you trapped like that does have a certain appeal." She commented, with more than a little wonderment in her eyes. "You playfully slapped my hands away each time I tried to take off your things. You ignored my complaining and fidgeting as you slipped the dress over my head and smoothed it 'til it hung just right. I complained I looked ridiculous ... A guy in a dress, for heaven's sake! My crew cut and bushy eyebrows made me look like some sort of, uh ... Bizarre cartoon character! But you just said, in that no-nonsense way you have, 'Relax, Baby. I'm the professional here. Just let me finish you off. Besides, lots of guys wear dresses. Haven't you ever heard of Halloween?' You weren't about to leave me any wiggle room!" "Well, that's certainly true enough!" Sally idly responded. "I've seen guys wearing dresses at Halloween. Everybody has. Why, I even remember a bunch of Fraternity boys all dressed up and performing a Can-Can for me and my Sisters at our Sorority house once." Then, as if she was fondly reminiscing, "Actually, some of them were quite cute ... Even sexy looking. "But, getting back to your Dream ... Just what did we do when we went out? ... As girlfriends?" The thought of that got her giggling. "Were you wearing make-up ... Maybe one of my wigs? In your Dream, that is? I bet you looked positively adorable!" She teased. Her quizzical look had turned to one of thoughtfulness. A kind of questioning, inquisitive-little-girl look. For a second I thought I'd gone too far. But I took a deep breath and pushed ahead full speed. "Before we, uh ... went out you sat me down at your vanity and did a make-over on me. Real professional like. You know, just like you do with your clients at work! And not just make-up. You even gussied me up with dangly earrings, a necklace, and bracelets. I kept insisting I was gonna look like a circus clown! But you were determined! You were convinced you could make me look as pretty as any of your clients! When you finished and turned me to the mirror I started laughing. "But you weren't. You knew you had actually done what you set out to do! The honey blond wig was the last straw. I wouldn't call me adorable, or anything like that! But, at that point, I swear, I literally couldn't recognize myself!" Sally looked at me. She looked at me in that professional way she does with her clients. As if she was assessing the possibilities. "It sure sounds crazy to me! Not crazy, crazy! I mean, the idea of dressing you up like that never occurred to me. But, on the other hand, as I look at you, you do have fine features, smooth skin, tight pores ... Yeah! I can see you in make-up. It's not that far-fetched. I bet your face would make a lovely canvas ... Just as lovely as any of the other women who come to see me. Maybe even lovelier!" She declared. She playfully poked me in the ribs for emphasis. Oh my! She was really buying into this concocted 'Dream' of mine! I tried to ignore her playfulness. But my heart was pounding with anticipation as I continued relating my 'Dream'. I sat up in bed. "We actually went to a lovely restaurant where we dined and sipped wine. Both of us in those poufy dresses. We made quite a sight. Then we went to the theater and afterwards took a leisurely walk along the marina. You were ecstatic cuz we'd had such a wonderful time. We both were, actually ..." I trailed off ... Waiting for a reaction. Sally didn't say anything. And unfortunately, that was where my 'Dream' ended. I hadn't thought any further ahead! I guess, in the back of my mind, I figured she would have rejected the whole concept out of hand by now. But, Sally hadn't gone all bonkers ... Hadn't summarily rejected the very idea. She just quietly asked me what happened next. I was forced to embellish ... To improvise ... To pile on the lies! Thinking fast, I added, "When we got home you surprised me again when, with yet another dramatic flourish, you unveiled two brand new matching nightgowns you had bought ... also at the Sale ... And insisted I sleep in one!" "You said," 'It'll make our girls night out complete.' "And it did, too! We made the MOST passionate love!" I gulped guiltily and forced myself to look her in the eyes. I had to be convincing. Sally had to be convinced I really did have the 'Dream'! Had to be so convinced she'd want to live out the 'Dream'! Sally folded her arms under her breasts and rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she began lecturing like she was a professor or something. "You know, Honey ... I remember reading about boys who like to dress as girls. In my psychology class. What did they call them? ... "Trans something ... "Transvestites! That's it! "It always struck me as kind of odd. A cute kind of odd. But a basically harmless behavior, if I remember right." Sally always liked to bring up subjects she had studied in college. I guess to show she had learned something in school. Even though she hadn't graduated. Sort of a compensation kind of thing. I laughed. "Well, I'm no Transvestite! That's for sure!" I protested, a little too defensively. 'Where was she going with this?' "Are you sure? I also remember reading that Dreams, at least some Dreams, are really a sign of the Dreamer's subconscious desires." She said teasingly. "Maybe you are one of those. I know I never thought of myself as the Victim of a rapist. But I did Dream it. Didn't I? And you did make it happen. Didn't you?" 'Where on earth did she come up with that!' I thought. 'How on earth could she interpret my 'Dream' and conclude I was a Transvestite?' "Don't be silly!" I argued, now in full Psychiatric Social Worker mode. "First of all, Transvestites dress in female clothing strictly for the sexual thrill they get when they do it. I don't think I got any sort of sexual thrill from wearing that dress and stuff! In my 'Dream', that is!" I lied. "Oh really?" She argued back. "Didn't you say we made passionate love? 'The MOST passionate love', I think is how you put it. Sounds like a sexual thrill to me! Maybe my sexy new Hubby is a subconscious Transvestite." She was giggling even more. Enjoying teasing me about my 'concocted', and now very embarrassing 'Dream'. "I don't think that's what I am, Sally. I really don't. It was just a crazy 'Dream'. Like I said. I sure enough didn't get all sexually excited from wearing your things! Why I'm no more a Transvestite than you were a rape Victim!" "Don't knock it, Honey! I sure enjoyed our little bit of play-acting that night! Maybe you'd enjoy play-acting this Dream too! What's good for the Goose is good for the Gander. We've done stuff like that before. I'll bet you anything you'll get just as turned on as I did that night!" She said emphatically. She threw back the bed covers and snuggled even closer to me. She wafted the billowing skirt of her nightgown across my body and began caressing me with the silky fabric. She was softly humming a nameless tune. It was all I could do to keep from exploding in my boxer shorts. After a half a minute she declared, "Well! Lookie here! I guess that proves it, sure enough!" She exclaimed with absolute conviction. "Proves what?" I squealed. "Proves my nitie gets you all turned on! Look at this monster bulging inside your boxers! Goodness! I hate to think what would happen if I got you into some of my really sexy lingerie and stuff! I rest my case!" She was really enjoying my embarrassing discomfort. "That's not fair!" I protested. "Of course I'm hard down there! I haven't even had my morning pee yet! I always wake up hard! And it's your gorgeous body that's making me hard! Not your nightgown! I always get hard when you cuddle up against me the way you're doing now!" "Okay, Smartypants! Then let's try it another way!" She insisted. "Try what another way?" "Let's try to find out if you get all excited by actually wearing a girly nitie! Without your morning woody! Get your butt out of bed and do your morning pee! Then come back in here. I'll have a little surprise waiting. Call it an experiment if you want." I knew better than to argue! Heck, I didn't want to argue! Not at this critical point. I went to the john and did my thing. As excited as I was at the prospect which lay ahead I even remembered to leave the toilet seat down. She's always on my case about that! When I returned to our bedroom she was standing at her closet, holding the billowing lavender full length twin to the pale pink gown she was wearing. "Take off those boxers and hold your arms up!" It was not a request. My mind was reeling! Sally was taking over my Dream! With as much trepidation as I'd ever felt, I slipped off my boxers and held my arms up high. She slid the silky confection over my head and slithered it down the full length of my body. She was grinning from ear to ear! There was no mistaking the fully- aroused man-muscle tenting the voluminous yards of satin and chiffon floating to the floor. "Well, well, well! What do we have here?" Her sarcastic question was rhetorical. It didn't require any answer. "Not only are you hard as a rock down here," she murmured, as she stroked me with the satiny fabric, "You were already half-hard the second you saw me holding out this pretty nitie for you!" Her epiphany was palpable. "Tell you what I think. I think there's no doubt my Hubby is a Transvestite! There's certainly no doubt he finds wearing girly goodies exciting! Not just exciting but, exciting in a decidedly Sexual way! That is how you defined a Transvestite, isn't it, Honey?" She was grinning from ear to ear and ... Did I see a glimmer of mischief in her eyes? My goodness! As supportive and compliant as she was learning to be under the tutelage of her best friend, Theresa, Sally also had a stubborn streak. She could be quite rebellious, as well. She even quit college and married me against her parents' strenuous objections as an act of rebellion. Once she made up her mind nothing or no one was gonna change it. Her way was always the only way! Also, when she got into one of her stubborn modes, she rarely considered any long-term consequences. This was one of those times. So here I stood. My first time ever with someone else looking on. Draped in the most yummy confection of satin and chiffon. With my new Bride standing next to me. Thoroughly convinced that her husband ... The college graduate Psychiatric Social Worker ... The true brains of the family ... Was a Transvestite! And, to put an exclamation point on the entire scenario, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the revelation! My game-plan ... My 'clever' and 'sophisticated' and 'devious' manipulation ... Had worked to perfection! Hadn't it? Sally had swallowed my manipulative plan ... Hook, Line, and Sinker! Sally interrupted my reverie. "You really ought to put on a pair of panties ... We do refer to them as Panties, you know ... Not Underpants! You're poking out obscenely!" She chided, as she grasped my member with even more pressure. "Sally," I asked hesitantly, "Do you really think I'm a Tranny? I mean Transvestite." "Tranny!? ... Tranny!? Is that the affectionate little nick-name you psychiatric types call them? Trannies? Have you been reading up on the subject? Maybe you've had Dreams like this before." She teasingly accused. She was kneeling at my feet. Holding open a pair of frilly nylon lavender panties. "No! No! Not at all! Never! I swear!" I protested weakly. After all, how could I have had a 'Dream' like this before? I'd only just made it up! But still, I readily stepped into the silky panties and let her settle them into place. "Maybe not." She continued. "I mean maybe you haven't had any Dreams like this before last night. But there's no doubt how excited you are! Even after we made love last night. You're never this hard after your morning pee. And we've never made love in the morning after making love the night before. You always tell me how much I wear you out. Let's find out just how passionate wearing this nitie has made you, shall we?" She flung me onto our bed like I was a rag doll. Then flung herself on top of me. We were engulfed in yards and yards of the satin and chiffon which was the total sum of our two gowns and the intoxicating scent of the perfume which infused all her lingerie. And we did make the MOST passionate love. It seemed to last for hours. I penetrated her more ferociously and passionately than I ever had. We licked and suckled each other to multiple highs unlike any we'd ever had. In between the earth-shattering highs, while I recovered, I flicked her love button with my fingers and my tongue until she couldn't take any more. She reciprocated! When she wasn't licking and suckling she was caressing my man-muscle with my satin gown. Or was it her gown? I didn't care. I was too busy exploding for the fourth time! - ~ - ~ It was well past noon when our marathon sex-fest finally slowed to tender cuddling and caressing. Sally sighed in that tell-tale way she has which signifies she's utterly satisfied, "Oh my god! That was fantastic! I've never seen you so turned on! I've never been so turned on! I'm not gonna be able to walk for a week! Oh, Honey, I absolutely adore you!" She was gasping for breath. Our gowns were drenched with our combined love secretions and perspiration. We tumbled out of bed, hung our nightgowns on the back of the bathroom door, and showered ... Together ... For the first time. As Sally slathered me with sweet smelling soap ... Her "girly scented soap", she called it ... She kept up a barrage of teasing accusations ... "My little Tranny loves his new nitie!" "Tranny-Boy loves to smell all sweet and girly!" "Does Tranny-Boy want to wear one of Wifey's girly party dresses?" "I think I'll call you Tranny-Sammy from now on! Oooh! I like the sound of that! Don't you?" She was teasing me in a loving way and I could tell she found her little experiment a complete success. She had convinced herself my 'Dream' proved I was a Transvestite. Not only that! She had convinced herself that she, and she alone, had discovered the revealing truth that wearing her nitie was responsible for her Transvestite husband's Sexually Excited Condition! I couldn't have written a better script! Could I? As for me, I was envisioning the coming nights when she'd insist I always wear one of her nightgowns ... Maybe even more! And ... I was feeling as guilty as could be! Guilty for having perpetrated the devious manipulation in the first place! And even more guilty because ... Well ... Because I always felt guilty in the aftermath of my dress- up escapades. Sally was still in the bathroom fussing with her hair. I had thrown on a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt. "Hey!" She called out as she came into the bedroom, running a brush through her shoulder-length auburn hair. She was naked as a Jay-Bird. Not even a towel wrapped around her! "Doesn't my Tranny-Sammy want to play anymore? I thought my little Transvestite might want to see how he'd look all made up. You know, a wig, jewelry, pretty lingerie, and that special party dress ... Like in your Dream! A pair of sky-high heels? ...Hmmm!" "You still wanna dress me up, Honey? You still wanna dress me up like a girl?" Like in my 'Dream'?" I asked, incredulously. "Don't be silly! You wouldn't dare try anything so weird ... So bizarre!" There! I'd done it! I'd used the 'Dare' word! The one word in the English language I knew she'd be unable to ignore! She'd never been able to resist a 'Dare'! Why there was that time I dared her to ... She interrupted ... "Of course I do, Silly! Though I have to admit this is all so new. A little shocking, actually. A little naughty. But, no more naughty than me playing Victim and you playing Cat Burglar. Anyway, now you've gone and got me all curious. "I have an idea! Let's see how pretty I can make you! Let's just say Halloween's come a few months early this year!" She rambled on ... "Who knows? Maybe, if I can make you pretty enough ... Like some of those Frat boys were ... We really will wind up going out for dinner and drinks ... Make your Dream come true ... Really come true! Like you made mine come true! "After all, you did say, in your Dream, I wanted you to experience what all girls experience when they wear pretty dresses ... And everything that goes with them. Didn't you?" Sally was pressing her naked body against mine, breathing hotly on my neck, and licking my ear in that way which made me putty in her hands. I was astounded. Never in my wildest Dreams did I ever think something like this would happen. Never in my wildest Dreams did I ever consider venturing outside the house ... Like she was suggesting ... Dressed like a girl! Now my Bride ... My na?ve, compliant, and so easily manipulated Bride had come up with her own Idea! She was challenging me to live the 'Dream' ... The lying, deceitful, reprehensible 'Dream' I had conjured up just so I could con her into sharing my embarrassing secret ... My home-alone fetish! She stood before me, naked, except for the hairbrush in her hand. My member hung between my legs, limp and completely sated. Even the sight of her gorgeous naked body wasn't enough to get a rise out of me! "C'mon, Honey! It'll be fun!" Whimpering and cajoling like only she can do. "We'll find out together just how much of a Transvestite I married! Strip!" She was on a mission. Her stubborn streak was clearly taking charge. She strode over to her dresser and began flinging item after item of her magnificent lingerie onto the bed. It seemed a haphazard gesture but I knew her well enough to know every item she selected was calculated. The only difference ... This time she was selecting two of everything! - ~ - ~ Giggling like a kid in a candy store, she slipped a mint green, lace trimmed satin bra up my arms and secured the front closure. Sally prefers front closure bras. Gives her a smoother look in back when she wears those sheer chiffon blouses and tight angora sweaters, she says. "God! I've never even helped another GIRL put on a bra! Now, here I am helping a BOY into one! This is fun!" Then she groaned in mock disappointment as she playfully squeezed the deflated cups. "Oh-Oh! We'll have to find something to fill you out, Honey." Switching gears effortlessly, she slipped into her professional Salesgirl persona without even pausing to take a breath. "Speaking of filling you out, Sweetie!" She began lecturing as she fussed with the slides on the straps. "Did you know the Store just got in these new breast enhancers? ... Made from some new stuff called Foam Rubber. You know, we girls have been using padding forever! But these ... They're actually molded into the shape of very realistic looking breasts ... Nipples and all! Another miracle of modern science! Better living through chemistry! All the girls are buying them ... To achieve the voluptuous bosom every girl craves, if you know what I mean. Of course you don't know what I'm talking about! How could you know something as intimate as that? We'll just have to use some of my silk scarves for the time being. They'll feel sooo smooth against your nippies! Don't want anything to irritate your sensitive skin!" Sally stuffed two silky scarves inside each cup and skillfully molded them until she was satisfied. "Okay for now, I guess. If you would've had your Dream yesterday, I could've brought home a pair. Maybe, if you're a good little Tranny, I'll pick you up a pair on Monday." She cooed. I was used to stuffing my bras with athletic socks. Her silk scarves felt positively delightful. I just stood there speechless. Now she wants to buy me a pair of falsies! This was way more than I'd anticipated! Way more than I'd bargained for. Wasn't it? "Lucky you! Nice and smooth all over! None of that Icky boy hair!" She babbled. I was preoccupied with my new padding. When she held out the matching panties for me to step into it was all I could do to keep my member from flaring up. Don't ask me how, but I managed, as she settled them into place. She dug deep into the bottom of one of her drawers and pulled out an eight inch wide, wasp-waisted, elasticized garter belt. I'd seen it before but never tried it on. It was way too small. No way it'd ever fit me. Apparently that thought never entered her mind. Without skipping a beat Sally expertly wrapped it around my middle and observed, "Until now I never gave much thought to how wide your hips are! You really are your sister's twin! We're pretty much the same size but this will cinch in your tummy enough to give you an even more defined waist." The lacey foundation with its beige floral appliqu?s looked flimsy enough. In truth, it could have been constructed out of steel! In fact, it had boning every couple of inches around the entire circumference to keep it from rolling. Sally had to really struggle to close all the hooks. I thought she'd surely break a fingernail or two! I had to really suck in my gut! I had been wearing lightweight girdles, waist cinchers, and all-in-one corsets forever. My mother had an extraordinary collection of foundation garments, some of which dated back to the 1800's. I loved wearing them. They gave me the shape I craved and made me feel all warm and fuzzy. This time was different ... Way more constricting than anything I'd worn before! This time Sally's tiny cincher forced me to take short breaths. I was getting a light-headed feeling I'd never experienced before. But it did nip in my twenty-four inch waist by a good three inches. My hips were flaring out like they'd never flared out before! "Sexy! Very sexy!" She opined. "Now tuck those garters underneath your panties while I fetch you a pair of nylons." She instructed ... Always so eager to flaunt her expertise in matters such as this. She handed me a pair of nylons ... Black, Opera-Length, Full-Fashioned, she called them ... I knew that. "Think you can manage these without running them, my Darling Tranny Hubby?" She dared me. "Well," I answered breathlessly, as I tried to adjust to all the new constricting feelings, "I've sure watched you put on stockings enough times, haven't I? You roll them up into little donuts ... like this, right?" "Right! Exactly! You have been paying attention! I'm impressed! Don't snag them! Try to keep the seams straight. I'll help if you want. I think you'll love how your legs look and feel. God! I'm actually jealous of you sometimes! I have to shave stubble off my legs and underarms every other day. You have nothing to shave! Not even a beard! You're so lucky!" Now there was an interesting twist. My wife's jealous because she has to shave and I don't! In any event, I managed to fake a clumsy effort to slither and stretch the fifteen denier silky nylons up to within an inch of the hem of my panties without running them. And, even more clumsily, I faked my effort to secure the garter tabs. I even allowed the stretched out elastic garter to 'carelessly' slip from my fingers and snap back with a loud POP! Just for effect, of course! I really didn't want her to think for even a second I'd had any experience undertaking this most feminine task. I guess I faked it pretty well because her only comment was, "Don't worry, Honey, you'll get the hang of it!" She did turn me around to fuss with the seams and adjust the tautness of the garters before declaring them, "Perfectly lovely! You have gorgeous legs!" She helped me into a midnight black satin slip ... The one trimmed with delicate scalloped Chantilly lace at the bodice and hem. "God! We really are them same size!" She exclaimed. "I don't even have to adjust the shoulder straps! It's such a perfect fit! "You'll definitely be wearing the full dress you dreamed about, Honey. Petticoat and all! There's no way you can get away with a tight skirt. Not with your manly ding-a-ling ... Even when it's soft!" She giggled at her little joke and gently patted the juncture where my thighs joined my abdomen. I giggled along with her. "Besides I know how much you enjoy it when I wear a full skirt and petticoats. I want you to experience the same feelings I do! And, in your Dream, that was the style you wore? Right?" "Err ... Right ... I guess." I replied softly. The waist cincher was really making me dizzy! I stepped into her very stiff and very full multi-layered black horsehair petticoat and snugged it to my cinched-in waist. It rustled in the most delightful manner! I'd always believed the sibilant rustle of a petticoat was one of the most quintessential feminine experiences. "This petticoat feels so coarse. Even scratchy." I complained, as I ran my hands over the billowing underskirt. Of course I knew it felt scratchy! I'd worn it enough times. It was another subtle manipulation I improvised to convince Sally I truly was innocent when it came to all things feminine. "And that, my sexy little Tranny Hubby, is why we wear a soft and silky slip underneath!" She lectured in the patented exasperated tone of voice she used whenever she had to explain something so exclusively feminine to her husband. "All you feel is the slinky silkiness of your slip slithering against your nylons. Right? We wear a slip to protect us against the rough fabric of a net petti irritating our legs. And besides, without a slip, a petticoat like this could even put a run in our nylons!" She fluffed and rustled my petticoat to demonstrate how my slip protected my stockings and, at the same time, felt so sensuous. I was in heaven! "Wow!" I whispered in mock surprise. "It does feel good, Honey!" "I know." She cooed. "Did you wear a pair of my really high heels, Sammy? I mean, in your Dream, that is? When we went to dinner? You know how much I love wearing sky-high heels when you take me out." "Well ... I wasn't wearing my high-top Keds! That's for sure!" I joked back at her. "But I don't remember how high my heels were ... In my 'Dream', I mean." 'Oh god! I called them My Heels! What a dope! I hope she didn't catch that stupid Freudian slip!' I guess she didn't. She was too preoccupied. "Okay then. Let's give you the full experience!" She retrieved a pair of open-toe pumps from the shoe rack on the back of her closet door. "These will go nicely with your dress. It won't be a red dress ... like in your Dream ... But I think they'll do for the purpose of our little play-acting. These are only five inch heels. You should be able to manage in them. Let's just see how much of a natural Tranny you really are!" It was a challenging tone she used. A dare. A feminine dare. The type of dare girls use to assert their feminine superiority over inferior boys. In one hand she held her emerald green cocktail dress. In the other she dangled the satin covered pumps which she'd had dyed to match the dress. "I hope these pumps don't pinch you too much. I'm still breaking them in." I sat on her silk brocade vanity chair and took one shoe from her. I scrunched my petticoat and slip up to my stocking tops and crossed one leg over the other ... My ankle resting on my knee. The way men cross their legs. Crossing my legs at the knees would've been a dead giveaway. The shoe slipped onto my foot as smooth as silk. A perfect fit! Of course I already knew they'd fit! I'd worn them more times than Sally had. When I switched legs in the same manner, Sally roundly chastised me. "For crying out loud, Sammy! What are you thinking? Women cross their legs at their knees, you silly oaf! The way you're sitting there is so gross! So unladylike! You've seen me slip into my shoes a million times! The least you could do is get into the spirit of all this and put them on properly! "Besides, if you go and cross your legs like that when we're out everyone will know what you are! You wouldn't want anyone to catch on you're a man in a dress! Would you? You could be arrested, for heaven's sake! Not only that ... You'll give everyone a free show ... A free peek up your dress! Now ... Start acting like a lady! Do it right! Or we'll both be in trouble!" 'When we're out!' 'Get arrested!' 'Give everyone a free peek!' 'Act like a lady!' I was starting to panic! Like she was expecting nothing less ... Sally was asking ... No, demanding ... I act all girly! She really was intent on the two of us going out ... As girlfriends! That wasn't what I signed up for. All I really wanted in the first place was to dress up at home ... With Sally! ... Instead of alone! To enjoy the silky feel of her clothes caressing my body and then make mad, passionate love! With her! Not the solitary 'love-making' I was accustomed to each time I'd played dress-up in the past! "Sorry, Sally. I didn't realize I was doing it wrong!" I lied. I meekly crossed my legs at the knees in the appropriate feminine manner she'd demanded and slipped into the other pump. The sibilant swish of nylon against nylon was the only sound to be heard. Sally stared silently in utter disbelief at my totally feminine gesture. "Better! Much better!" She finally complimented. "And sooo girly!" She teased. "Act like that when we're out and we'll be fine. And now! ... " She squealed with dramatic emphasis ... "Ta-Da! Your dress! Your pretty party dress! The dress in your Dream! C'mon over here and hold up your arms, Tranny-Sammy!" Without a moments hesitation I stood and gracefully walked ... Swayed? ... the fifteen feet across the room and held my arms high over my head. I towered over her in my pencil-thin stiletto heels ... What with her being barefoot and naked and all. "Holy cow!" She screeched. "You're walking in those heels like you've been walking in them your whole life! It took me ages to master walking in high heels! You're a natural!" If truth be known, it had also taken me ages to master walking in my mother's and sister's sky-high heels! But, I'd been so eager to get into her dress I'd forgotten to fake my 'inexperience'. I'd worn heels so often my natural ability to walk in them had reared its ugly head involuntarily! Sally was sure to detect that little faux pas! Wasn't she? Nope! My 'stubborn', 'on-a-mission' Bride was only feeling jealous because her Hubby could manage his 'first time' in heels better than she'd ever done! She was green with envy for the second time . First it was because I didn't have to shave and now because of how well I walked in her heels ... Her five inch heels! At least she hadn't connected the dots! Like a doting mother helping her teen-age daughter dress for a prom Sally slipped the emerald green satin confection over me and settled it in place, smoothing wrinkles and making minute adjustments so that it hung perfectly. When she did up the side zip it hugged me like a second skin. The capped sleeves fluttered delicately over my shoulders. The pleated sweetheart neckline discreetly veiled the lace trim decorating my slip and bra ... Not to mention my lack of cleavage. The hem settled exactly two inches below my knees and the skirt flared out just exactly like it was supposed to, what with my petticoat pouffing it out and all. "I just can't believe how perfect it fits!" Sally exclaimed in an exasperated tone! More jealousy? "I'm a Size Four Petite and my dress actually fits you as perfectly as it fits me! One thing's for sure, though! Your petite figure is certainly no testament to the size of your generous ding-a-ling! Thank goodness!" She patted the front of my dress to emphasize how content she was with the size of the muscle between my legs. 'Thank goodness!', indeed! The insulation provided by the weighty satin of my dress and the stiffness of my petticoat prevented her from feeling the exquisite hardness which was lounging contentedly inside my panties. Sally walked me around the house, arm in arm, marveling at how easily I adapted to wearing her clothes and, especially, her sky-high heels. In her patented motherly manner she teased, "Can you feel how your dress and petti swish and sway back and forth when you move? "Can you feel how your slip protects your nylons? "Can you feel your garters tug on your stockings? "Notice how sky-high heels make your tush thrust out so enticingly? How they force you to proudly call attention to your bosom? "Those are the divine sensations all girls feel. And, one of the main reasons we dress the way we do! Guys think we dress up just for them. Silly boys! Girls dress up, first of all, because we love feeling all girly. And second, to impress other girls! "Just look at you! So Girly! And, I'm definitely impressed!" She raised my arm and twirled me around several times. That caused my dress and petticoat to flare out wildly. I was in heaven! "It does feel different! Nice, I mean. Really nice!" I murmured. Not wanting to give away exactly how utterly Girly and how utterly turned on I was really feeling. "But I still look like a guy in a dress! Don't you think?" Another subtle hint to keep things moving! "Silly boy! We haven't finished yet!" She said condescendingly. Sally was convinced ... Had convinced herself ... That I had potential. "There's still your make-up, wig, jewelry, and ... Oh my god! ... Your nails! We have to do something with your nails! I completely forgot! Your toes too! These open-toe pumps scream for a vivid polish!" "But my nails aren't that long! Nowhere near as long as yours! What can you possibly do?" I asked innocently. Sally was proud of her fashionably long talons. She spent hours and hours grooming them to perfection. She changed her nail color as often as she changed wigs. "Honey! I want you to be perfect when we go out! You know me! Never do anything half-way! You'll be my perfect creation! And look! Your nails aren't that short! See? They're even a little past your fingertips. And you do keep them so nice and tidy ... Like I've taught you. All we need to do is file them properly. They'll look lovely after I'm through. Leave it to me. I am a professional, after all!" She pouted in that oh-so sexy way. "Here. Sit at my vanity. Let your loving wife do what she does best. And for heaven's sake, keep your knees together! Always remember to be the best little lady-like Tranny you can be!" The one aspect of feminizing myself I had been forced to avoid over the years was applying all the colorful nail polishes real girls got to wear. It was way too risky. There was too much chance, even with a gallon of polish remover, I'd inadvertently leave traces under my cuticles. It would be way too embarrassing to have to explain. For the very first time I was about to experience a manicure. A perfectly feminine manicure. A perfectly feminine manicure and pedicure! Sally draped one of her rayon capes over my dress and secured it around my neck before sitting opposite me in a matching vanity chair. "Can't have your pretty dress mussed, can we?" She'd already filled a small bowl with warm soapy water and placed it on one of those new-fangled TV trays she'd set off to the side. It was when she reached under my dress to remove my nylons and her hand brushed against my member that calamity struck! My man-muscle was betraying me! It was doing what it always did whenever silky fabric encases it ... caresses it! Sally gasped in dismay as she felt my stiff little friend obscenely tenting her panties! She gripped it and squeezed it! Hardly able to believe what she was feeling! Then it suddenly dawned on her. I could see in her eyes she had grasped the truth ... Just as surely as her hand grasped my traitorous muscle! "What? What's wrong, Honey?" I asked with bogus sincerity. "Oh my god! You're turned on by these panties! By all the clothes you're wearing! You've had at least four orgasms already today and now you're turned on again ... By wearing my clothes!" She was beginning to get a bit hysterical. "Of course I'm turned on, Honey! Who wouldn't be, what with your hands running up and down my legs and all?" It was my silly attempt to divert her attention. It didn't work. It never does! "Nice try!" She wailed. "That's not it at all! I've been standing here naked ... Seductively, teasingly naked ... And the whole time your ... Your Thingy has been hanging there like a wet noodle! All it took was slipping my panties over your Thingy and ... Whamo! ... Instant erection! Oh god! You're more turned on by my clothes than by me! This is a fine kettle of fish! It just can't be! You ARE a Transvestite!" I was dumbstruck! This was the last thing I needed! To have Sally so upset she'd trash the whole Plan! It was working so well ... Up until my Mind-Of-Its-Own-Benedict-Arnold betrayed me! I did manage to fend off her attempt to push me away as I tried to hug and comfort her. With my arms wrapped tightly around her and my padded out bosom mashing against her naked breasts I cooed, "Sally please! It's not that way! I love you! It's you who's turning me on! I swear!" Then, I started pleading, "Let me prove it to you! Please! I'll take off all this stuff and show you just how much you turn me on! Let's just forget about all this!" She was still gripping me down there. I tried to stand up. I tried to reach for the zipper so I could shed my dress and everything else. "No!" She declared. "All this may have started with your Dream! But, everything that's happened since was MY idea! And I'll be damned if I'm gonna quit now!" Her use of profanity told me just how upset she was. Sally never uses profanity. "We'll find out soon enough if it's my clothes or me that turns you on! We're going to see this through! And that's final! Besides," She added coyly, "You do look kind of cute!" She gave me one final ferocious squeeze to emphasize the finality of her decision. "Ouch!" I squealed. "Please, Sally! We don't have to do this!" I said unpersuasively. I really wanted so desperately to see this through. But, on the other hand, not at the cost of upsetting Sally. "No, Sammy. I want to do this! I have to do this! I have to find out if it's me or my clothes! Anyway, I might be wrong, you know." Her voice was softening. "I don't understand, Sally. Wrong about what?" "It's not that complicated." She said contemplatively. "I was just thinking, even Me ... When I get all dressed up ... You know ... Sexy silky lingerie, nylons, a pretty dress and sky-high heels ... When I'm dressed to kill ... Like you are now ... All of that ... It STILL turns me on! And I've been doing it my whole life! "I get this fabulously sexy feeling! And, the whole time I'm making myself pretty, all I can think about is ravaging you! Why should YO