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Swap Night Part Two, Everything or Nothing By: Zylux I had been away from home on business for too long, and away from Carolyn. Carolyn, that stunningly beautiful brunet, who possess a classic poise and charm with a fashion sense that could match any starlet in Hollywood 's bygone era. She's intelligent, a terrific conversationalist, an excellent cook, and playful with a good sense of humor. She could be submissive one moment and aggressive the next. Carolyn is, by far, the best woman I have known or will ever know. The ultimate woman, no man could desire more, at least, I certainly couldn't. But then, there was swap night, Carolyn's little secret pleasure. Every now and then, she would have us swap clothes and assume the others roll for the evening. At least, that's how it had been going, although I had the feeling that she had more in mind. Nothing was ever forced, and even though she always laid out a complete outfit, I could decline wearing anything I didn't want to. With everything being optional, I had shied away from the under garments, well, most of them anyway. I learned early on that sometimes an undergarment was necessary for comfort. And except for that first swap night, I had managed to keep my shorts on in an attempt to keep our swap nights on the costume level. I also kept telling myself that I was participating for Carolyn's sake as it does turn her on. But I guess I'll have to admit that there is something inside of me that finds swapping clothes with her enjoyable. After all, there are the sensations and experiences unique to women's wear that is normally reserved just for women. It's like I'm being allowed into a secret world, very alluring, but it was also messing with my mind. Once I became used to participating in swap night, my thoughts about a well-dressed woman that had attracted my attention changed. Instead of just wondering about her intelligence and what she would be like in bed, my thoughts expanded to how well she was dressed and what it must feel like to be dressed that way. That was not good, and something needed to be done to excise those new thoughts. The opportunity to do so presented itself on our first night together after I returned home, or so I had thought. Dinner was at Carolyn's and she had called for a 50's teenage themed night. I had figured it would be a good time to reassert more manly thoughts by coming as some kind of teen delinquent. Some research, and watching old 50's era movies, gave me the idea of including the element of a biker. A neighbor friend had an old motorcycle that would fit in with the look and would probably loan it to me. Clothing wouldn't be a problem, as I had a shirt and a pair of blue jeans in the back of my closet that had an old enough style to look like they could have come from the 50's. On the morning of our date, I dug the old clothes out of the closet and tried them on. They fit me fairly well, and I decided to wear them the rest of the day. I also found in the back of my closet, an old pair of shoes. While they were definitely not from the 50's, they were old enough and plain enough to not divert attention from the overall look, and I slipped them on. The only item needed that I didn't have, was a leather jacket with the proper cut and look befitting the 50's. For that, I would have to go shopping. I knew of a shop that specialized in leather, they were pricey, but if anybody had what I needed they would. As I drove to the clothiers, I happened to spot a thrift store and a new idea came to mind. Why buy something that looked right, when I might be able to buy the real thing. I pulled up in front of the store and went inside. They had a leather jacket, but it was too modern for my purpose. The saleswoman recommended a couple of other thrift stores that were near by. I thanked her and headed for the nearest one. The first store didn't have any leather jackets, so it was off to the next. They too didn't have what I needed. I was about to give up and head for the retail clothiers when the saleswoman offered to check the back room. She said that they had received a rather large donation of clothing from an estate that morning, and were just starting to sort through it. It was some time before she emerged from the back room, carrying two leather jackets. The first one fit me very well, but the styling wasn't old enough. The second jacket was definitely from the 50's and was beginning to show its age. It fit me okay, just not as well as the first jacket, but I figured that for what I needed, the look was far more important than the fit. The saleswoman set a price typical of a thrift store, that is to say, it was priced for a quick sale. On the way to the cash register, I spotted an old rattail comb, similar to the ones teenagers back in the 50's carried, at least, the teens I remembered. It was purchased along with the jacket and slipped into the back pocket of my jeans. On the way home, I stopped at my barber's. He's an elderly gent who started his career in the 50's, so was familiar with hair styles of that era. He suggested a classic ducktail, and I went for it. He even used a liberal amount of an old greasy hair cream to sculpt my hair. The end result was perfect. I put on the jacket, slipped my right hand into my front pocket with the thumb out, toyed with an imaginary toothpick in the corner of my mouth with the other hand, and struck a lackadaisical pose. I received rave reviews from all in the barber shop. It was time to head home. As I walked back to where I had parked, I became aware that I was being stared at by nearly every woman I came across. A couple openly flirted at me, and one let forth a loud wolf whistle just as I was about to get into my car. I turned towards her and found myself confronted by a young professional woman, wearing a miniskirt business suit. Her posture and the look on her face left no doubt that if I wanted sex, she was ready and willing. I gave her a look that said "tempting, but no." I got into my car and quickly left the scene. I guess that it's really true about women being attracted to the bad boys. I arrived home and parked in the driveway to one side. I then paid my friend a visit to see if I could borrow his bike. He was surprised at the way I looked, and I had to explain that I was attending a 50's themed dinner. He liked my idea of a teen biker, and after an extensive checkout, loaned me the bike. I had ridden motorcycles in my youth, so knew how to handle one, still I made some practice runs on my friends bike before parking in my driveway next to my car. I went into my house to wait until evening. All was set for my dinner date with Carolyn. It soon came time for me to head for Carolyn's and I grabbed a couple of toothpicks, sticking them in one of the jacket's breast pockets before heading out the front door. I mounted and fired up the bike, and then roared off down the street. Of course this was back before mandatory helmet laws came to my neck of the woods, and I could really get into the part of a rebel biker during the trip. I enjoyed myself immensely and even more so when a woman would stare at me seductively. Thoughts of how she was dressed faded and were replaced with images of her posing on a bed before me naked. This was proving to be just the therapy I needed. When I reached Carolyn's, I pulled into her driveway and parked the bike up by the garage. Being completely immersed in the part of a 50's teen, I pulled the rattail comb from my back pocket and groomed my greased hair with the aid of the bikes side mirror. Satisfied with my look, I dismounted from the bike, stuck a toothpick in the corner of my mouth, and strutted up the walkway to the door. After ringing the doorbell, I speculated as to how Carolyn would greet me. I envisioned her in everything from a full circle skirt with multiple petticoats, to a really tight wiggle dress and hoped for the latter. She opened the door and greeted me, in sweats. "Swap night!" "You've got one mean streak in you girl." "Why, what E V E R do you mean, sir?" "I haven't seen you in a long time, and I really would like to see you dressed up, all feminine and sexy." "And I haven't seen you in just as long a time, and I would love to see you all dolled up and sexy. Besides, it's my house and my rules." She bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and with her hands behind her back, twisted back and forth a bit. I couldn't help thinking that I must really be in for it. I clinched my teeth together and then looked toward the ceiling, shaking my head back and forth and let forth a loud sigh. Carolyn let out a little laugh then lunged at me, grabbed my wrists and pulled me inside. "Come on in, Dan." She closed and locked the door behind me. She looked at me with a devilish grin. I half expected her to rub her hands together and let out a maniacal laugh. "I've missed you, Dan. You've been gone from me too long, Dan. We'll have to make up for lost time ... Dan." "What's with the 'Hal' impression? You're starting to scare me. Just what are you up to?" "Nothing that you won't enjoy. I'm just messing with you for being away for so long. Now, everything you need is on the bed as always. Run along, I'll join you in a little while. Oh, one thing, tonight your options are everything that's laid out, or nothing." That last sentence had been spoken with no small amount of authority. As her words sank in, I became distracted; something was different about the house. A quick look around reveled that it was the family/rec. room, partially visible just beyond the dinning room, an addition to the house made many years ago. The entrance to the room had been covered over in brown paper, so completely that nothing could be seen of the family room. As I tried to get a better look, Carolyn turned me around, gave me a pat on the butt and a little push toward the living room and the hall leading to the bedroom. "Run along my love, I've got some things to do yet." I slowly headed down the hall to the bedroom. The mystery of the family room added to the sense of foreboding I felt from the options she had given me. Entering the bedroom, I found spread out upon the bed, a poodle skirt, a couple of petticoats, and everything else needed to complete a very classic 50's teenage girl's look. There was also something that looked like half a long hair wig that matched my own hair color. It was clear that Carolyn wanted me to look and feel more like a woman for our little swap session. Just wearing a costume was no longer enough. Thinking back to the last few swap nights, I recalled that Carolyn had been looking and acting more like a man. She had also acted disappointed when I had declined to wear the under garments or try to look more feminine. I guess she had hoped I would take a hint from her actions and would voluntarily join her on a new swap level. Failing that, she was now going to force it upon me. Just the opposite of what I wanted. Obviously I would have to take a stand. But even with the more manly state of mind I was in, it wasn't going to be all that simple, for a new problem had arisen, and it was causing a battle royal to well up inside me. On one hand, there was my plans to rein in swap night if not bring it to an end altogether. On the other, I was faced with an opportunity that may not come again. I grew up in the 50's and could well remember an incident when I was a young boy on my way to grade school. A group of teenage girls dressed in outfits nearly identical to what was on the bed, approached me on their way to the high school. As they parted to go around me, they had briefly surrounded me. I had found myself immersed in their skirts and petticoats, which pressed and rubbed against me as they passed. It was easy to recall how my head had been filled with the sight, feel, and sound of the girl's outfits. Thinking about it more, I believe I may have been envious of them. As I stared at the outfit on the bed, my newly acquired manly mindset began to rapidly slip away. It wasn't long before I knew I couldn't resist. I wanted to relive that childhood moment, but then again, there was Carolyn's everything or nothing mandate. I tried to convince myself that complying wouldn't take much effort, as the memory of that day long gone demanded a more complete dress up experience. The panties I could tolerate, the sticking point would be what I guessed was a training bra. I stripped to my birthday suit and without any hesitation, picked up the panties and stepped into them. Next was the bra, which I picked up and stared at for what seemed like an eternity. I came close to defying Carolyn and tossing it back onto the bed, but figured that that might not be so good for later in the evening. Reluctantly, I started to put on the bra by putting it on backwards, allowing me to hook it in front of me. I slipped it back around the way it should be and slipped my arms through the straps. Standing there, I began to think about just how ridiculous I must of looked, and had no desire to be standing like that in front of Carolyn later that evening. The half-slip was next, followed by a pair of white bobby socks and a pair of black and white saddle shoes. I figured with what else was on the bed I had better put the shoes on while I could still see and reach my feet. I took the white petticoats and stacked them on top of each other on the floor. This was followed by a hot pink, full circle skirt, with a black poodle embroidered off center. I then stepped into the middle of the lot, bent down and took hold of all of the garments. I pulled them up to my waist and sat back onto the bed. This allowed me to let go of everything without the possibility of anything falling down to the floor. I fastened the petticoats in place and then reached beside me to pick up a white shirt. I slipped my arms into the short sleeves and buttoned it up the front. Standing up, I tucked the shirt into the skirt, which was then buttoned and zipped up the side. A light pink, short sleeve pullover cashmere sweater with rounded neckline was next, followed by a wide black chinch belt. Facing the bed, I looked down at what I was wearing and thought out load: "Man, this must look good." "It does!" "You! I really wish that you wouldn't sneak up behind me like that." It was of course, Carolyn, and I had quickly turned to face her. The skirt was of a heavy material and kept on going after I stopped. The sensation was electrifying. Carolyn was biting her lower lip and her eyes sparkled with delight. She slowly, sensuously, approached me, took hold of my face with both hands and kissed me hard. Not to be out done, I kissed her back as hard as I could. That really turned her on. We embraced and fell back onto the bed with her on top sinking into the skirt and petticoats, all the while maintaining our passionate kiss. I seized control and rolled us over with me on top. Carolyn didn't seem to like my being on top and started to wiggle out from under me, so I shifted my weight to her upper body in an attempt to pin her to the bed. She would have none of that. Some how she gained leg leverage and rolled us back over. Just as she reached a passion high, she suddenly broke the kiss and raised herself up, bringing her knees up on the bed beside my chest. Sitting on me, and with an exaggerated motion, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and gave her hand a shake. She stared down at me with her hands on her hips, sporting a smug look of triumph. "There will be more of that latter toots, now lets finish you up." Toots!? Finish you up? This too couldn't be good for my plans. "Let's not, I just wanted to see how this outfit would look and feel." "In a little while, you're going to see a bit more." Carolyn got off of me and I sat up on the edge of the bed. She picked up one of two hot pink scarves that were on the bed, and tried to tie it around my neck. I thwarted her efforts by raising my hand in protest. Judging from the look on her face, it was time for me to make my stand. "Look, I've tolerated your little swap night, and all in all, I think I've been a very good sport about it. Now, judging by the wig here on the bed, I think I know where you intend to take things, and it's not a place I'm willing to go. I also think that it's time to bring swap night to an end." "Bring it to an end, why? You enjoy it, come on, admit it, you ENJOY it." "I'll admit that I have had some fun along the way, but I tire of it." "Oh really, I suppose that's not you sitting on the bed wearing a 50's girls outfit complete with a half slip, panties and a bra? And, I might add, that you voluntarily put on all by yourself?" "Um, I can explain. Look, I got curious, okay? Chalk it up to some boyhood memories. Don't go reading more into this than there really is." "That might explain the bulk of the outfit, but what about the panties and bra? I think your curiosity runs deeper than you care to admit even to yourself." "What? No, come off it. I'm just recalling a memory from long ago, about, well, being among a group of teenage girls as they walked past me on their way to school. This outfit brought back the memory of the feel and sound of all those skirts with multiple petticoats that I found myself surrounded by and immersed in. I just wanted to experience it one last time, but had to do so within the options that you set." "How sweet, but I think there is more to it. Come on, I can help you." "This is as far as I'm going and if that's not enough for you, then I'm going to opt out altogether." "Sorry, but the condition was everything that's laid out or nothing, even if you just want to try it on. By putting on part of the outfit, you have made a commitment to wearing all that was laid out. The scarves and wig are the last items; once they're in place you can then decide just how long you want to remain dressed. Now come over here." Carolyn had picked the wig and scarves up off the bed and moved to her dressing table, laying all but one scarf on the table. She pulled out the chair, and motioned for me to sit down. She was right of course, and honor dictated that I let her finish what I had started, and besides, there was a deep down curiosity to see just what Carolyn wished of me. I got up from the bed and sat down on the chair, sliding my hands down the back of the skirt as I sat. She tied the scarf around my neck off center just like the poodle on the skirt. She then took a towel that was hanging on a hook on the side of the dressing table and started to rub the greasy cream from my hair. Satisfied with her efforts, she tossed the towel onto the table off to one side. She smoothed out my hair with a comb, altering the style in the process. Picking up the hairpiece, she placed it on my head and blended it into my own hair with the comb. A couple of bobby pins secured it in place. With the comb, she furthered styled my hair, the remains of the hair cream aiding her efforts. The top and sides were combed back toward the hair piece but the front was teased then smoothed out just enough to give the illusion of bangs that had been set to sit up on the forehead. Carolyn picked up the second hot pink scarf and used it to tie the hairpiece into a ponytail. "There, that should do it, go have a look." I got up and moved over to the full-length mirror. I was in for a shock. Oh, the outfit was perfect of course, no, it was me, and I was beginning, but just beginning, to look like a woman. It was the hair style along with my being fair of face, but even then I was a long ways from passing as a woman. As I turned my head side to side, I kept telling myself that it would take the talents of a top Hollywood makeup artist and several hours to complete the transition. If Carolyn wanted to go down that path, she would be in for a fight. "Do you like it? I think it's perfect for tonight's activities. You're so sweet to go along with all this fuss. This is going to be our best night yet and I know we're going to have a blast." "Hold on just a minute, I'm just trying this on per your rules. I do not want to spend the rest of the evening looking somewhat like a woman." "I see. Tell you what, why don't you wait and see where the evenings activities are going before you opt out." "Because you know damn well that once you put my clothes on, there is no way I'll get them back until morning. No dice." "Okay, I, Carolyn, hereby promise to give back your clothes at any time during the evening that you desire. Now, do we have a deal?" "Um, well I, um..." "Great, now I want you to go to the living room but DO NOT peek at the family room or you'll ruin everything." It was pointless to argue any further. I had made the mistake of reveling a special moment from my past and she was exploiting it to the fullest. She knew I wanted more time with the outfit, and as an enticement to keep me wearing it for the rest of the evening, she had given me a way out. Carolyn's ploy was working, as I began to think that I could still get what I wanted, without necessarily giving in to her wants. With that in mind, I tore myself from the mirror and headed for the bedroom door, making sure that the skirt and petticoats pressed and rubbed against Carolyn as I passed her. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like she quietly sighed as I did so. It wasn't definite enough to enable me to react, and I continued on out the door. I made my way to the living room while taking every effort to not take a peek of the forbidden room. I sat down on the couch, making the mistake of sitting all the way back. I sank into the plush, soft cushion, with the skirt, buoyed up by the petticoats, not wanting to follow. I had to fight the skirt with my hands to maintain some sense of modesty. I finally gained the upper hand by moving forward on the cushion, sitting on the front edge. Having finally gotten comfortable, I waited for Carolyn. She was taking an unusually long time to get ready, but eventually made her appearance. She strutted into the living room with the attitude of a teen punk, wearing my clothes and sporting her version of a duck tail hairstyle. She came to stand in front of me with the stance and mannerisms of a teen rebel. Carolyn was looking even more a man than I looked a woman. Given the mannerisms she had already displayed, I had to wonder if she expected me to act like a teenage girl as well. That's a place I didn't want to go, sort of. "Wow, you look great doll. How's 'bout we head over to the malt shop and grab us a couple of burgers and later take in a flick?" "Malt shop, uhhh, wha--?" Then I caught on. All the pieces fell into place, and all I had to do was play along just a bit. It wouldn't take much and perhaps, like Carolyn said, we would have a blast. I bit my lower lip then extended my hand out to Carolyn and she helped me up. I took her offered arm with both hands and leaned into her placing my head on her shoulder. She let out a little giggle. She was really enjoying it. Carolyn led me to the family room. The brown paper was gone and I could see inside. She had been busy while I had been away on business. The glass doors filling the entrance had "Carolyn's diner" painted across the top half in a font that resembled art deco. Carolyn opened and held one of the doors for me to enter. What greeted me was a downsized diner seemingly frozen in time. To the right of the entrance was a 50's style counter complete with swivel stools consisting of round red cushions, on a round chrome column, anchored to a step up from the floor. I could see parts of a soda fountain on the other side of the counter, with a multiple milk shake blender, and speculated that there were also bins and compartments containing everything needed to construct any manner of ice cream treat. On the counter itself, were those chrome combination napkin and duel condiment holders. There were also coin operated rotary music selection boxes. Past the end of the counter at the end of the aisle and against the far end wall, was a classic jukebox, most likely loaded to capacity with 50's rock and roll 45s. In front of the jukebox was a fair size clear area for dancing. To the left of the entrance were booths extending down the wall as far as the counter was long. Each had a napkin dispenser with single condiment holder and the same music selector. The wall the booths were up against now had large windows, extending the length of the booths and the dance floor. These were trimmed out with shades and awnings typical of a diner. Behind the counter and against the right hand wall, was a short order cook station with a heavy, thick griddle, a deep fryer, commercial refrigerator, a clean up sink with a spring loaded pull down water sprayer, a spring loaded clean plate holder that disappears into the counter top, and every other little detail you could imagine a 50's diner would have had. The floor was a classic black and white linoleum checkerboard pattern. The only things missing, were a greasy white clad cook sporting a 5 o'clock shadow, and a woman in her forties wearing a pink uniform with white trim holding a pencil and note pad, chewing gum saying "what'll it be, hun?" "This is fantastic." "Thanks, I've wanted to do something like this for family and friends for a long time. Maybe I can get you to join us and help me out behind the counter." "I'd love to, that has the promise of being one heck of a fun evening." Carolyn was pleased, but she had that look in her eyes. "Whoa, don't you even THINK of calling swap night on any of those occasions." "I can fantasize can't I? Besides I have a feeling that you could dress up for, say, a costume party." "You really don't want to go there. Well, I know you want to, but I would advise you not to." "Relax I'm just teasing you. All thoooough, Halloween is just a few months away. Come on, down here to the end booth." I was thinking that it would be a good thing to be out of town for Halloween. She led me to the last booth just before the dance floor. I slipped into the booth in as ladylike fashion as my skirt would allow. Carolyn didn't join me; instead she stood in front of the table looking down at me. "Hey doll, how 'bout a burger? This place is famous for its house special and it comes with a mountain of the best fries you will ever have." "Sounds dreamy, and I'd love a strawberry shake with that." "Ya got it, be back in a bit." Carolyn move back around the end of the counter to the cook station. The counter blocked my view for the most part, but I could figure out what was happening. She paused at the griddle, no doubt to fire it up, then moved on to the refrigerator, opened it, and removed some items that she placed next to the griddle. While the griddle heated up, Carolyn moved to the fountain behind the counter to put together the milk shakes in a pair of metal cups. She slipped the metal cups into the blender unit and turned it on. She let the blender run while she returned to the griddle to test the temp by flicking a few water drops onto the surface. A wisp of steam indicated the griddle was ready. Either it was fast to heat up, or she had preheated it while I changed clothes. I could see Carolyn holding a meat patty on paper in each hand and watched her turn her hands over, slapping the patties down onto the griddle. She peeled off the paper, then picked up two more patties and slapped them onto the griddle in the same manner as the first two. She laid something else on the griddle that had been waiting next to it. Soon the diner was filled with the sizzle, smoke, and smell, of cold raw meet on a very hot surface. She then moved to the fryer and lowered a basket that had been preloaded with what I assumed were French fry cut potatoes, into the hot oil. Then it was back to the refrigerator where she pulled something out of with both hands. She closed the door with her hips and moved toward the blender. I caught a glimpse of what looked like glasses, one in each hand. Memories from my youth came to mind. I well remember the tall, clear glasses with thick, fluted walls that restaurants of that time use for milkshakes, floats, and sundaes. Carolyn turned off the blender and slid off the metal cups with both hands. She then simultaneously pored each into the chilled glasses. She jabbed each with what I assumed were straws. Carolyn turned back to the griddle to flip the meat patties, and the unknown item. She added something else, and I figured that it had to be the buns. She was on the move again and was quickly at the fryer, lifting the basket from the oil. She suspended it on a hook at the back of the fryer and left it to drain as she moved back across the cook station to the dish cabinet. Two plates were taken from the stack in the counter, taken to the griddle, and placed beside it. She quickly assembled the burgers, then picked up something next to the grill and added it to the plates. The plates were taken over to the fry station and placed beside it. The basket of fries was dumped into a bin behind the plates where Carolyn sprinkled them with salt, and something else. She tossed them to distribute the seasoning, using a pair of utensils. The fries were added to both plates and the finished plates brought to join the shakes. Carolyn had really been on the move and I was tired having just watched her. I started to question the idea of my being behind the counter for when she would have friends and family over. It looked like it would be a whole lot of work and little, if any, fun. Carolyn was moving things around on the counter and then suddenly lifted up a tray with the plates and glasses on it. She brought it up beside her head, balanced on one hand. Walking with the ease and confidence of a seasoned waitress (or would that be waiter?) she headed back to our booth. She lowered the tray to the front edge of our table with flair and a half twist of her wrist. She picked up a plate and placed it before me. On it was a double meat burger, with the patties separated by a large grilled onion slice. There was a layer of lettuce both at the bottom and on top of the meat stack. A layer of tomato slices could be seen just under the top bun as well as a hint of mayonnaise on the upper and lower buns. Behind the burger was a dill pickle spear, and the rest of the plate was completely covered in fries with a speckled reddish tint. This was followed by a strawberry shake in the same kind of thick, fluted wall glass I remembered from my youth. Carolyn then placed the other plate and shake across from me. After disposing of the tray on the counter, she slid into the booth on the opposite side of the table from me. All in all, it had been an impressive performance. The burgers were even more impressive. "Wow, this is really good. I'm guessing that you ground the meat yourself and you used more than one kind." "You're right, I used equal parts beef chuck, beef sirloin, and goat." "Goat, I would have thought lamb." "I wanted more of a wild meat taste then the lamb would have provided." "Good choice, I really like the slightly gamey taste and the spices you seasoned it with are a perfect match. The caramelized grilled onions are a nice touch. I can see why the house special is so popular." "Thanks, try the fries." "Whoa, the salt I was expecting, but not the slight hot and smoky taste. From the reddish tint, I thought you had seasoned with paprika. Just what did you do?" "You almost had it. I used Spanish, smoked, hot paprika. It's more subtle than and not as rough as cayenne; you might try it next time you want to spice things up." "I shall, count on it. This is really excellent; one just isn't going to find anything like this at any fast food joint or diner either, or even a high end restaurant. You have out done yourself." "It gets better." Carolyn dropped a few nickels in the music selection box on the end of the table and punched away at the buttons. The jukebox came to life and blasted forth 50's rock and roll. I really started to get into the swing of the evening, so much so that I suddenly hopped out of the booth, and with a big smile on my face, grabbed Carolyn's hand. "Come on lover boy, let's dance." Surprised, she stumbled out of the booth as I pulled her toward the dance floor. We danced up a storm. The action was fast and furious. The heavy skirt and petticoats did their part to fill me with sensations that I couldn't get enough of. The ponytail added a few new ones as it hit me on the side of my face as Carolyn twirled and swung me around the dance floor. The song ended and we went back to the booth and sort of just fell back into it, a bit exhausted but exhilarated. Today's music has nothing on the 50's. We finished our meals accompanied by the rest of the music Carolyn had keyed in. As I reached for a napkin to clean my hands, Carolyn dropped another nickel in the box. This time, she pulled me to the dance floor for another lively dance. I was once again spun around the dance floor, enjoying every second of it. When it ended, we just stood there in front of the jukebox breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath. "Hey doll, how 'bout we catch the flick at the passion pit? They're running a sci-fi double feature." "What, you mean go out to a drive-in, dressed like this? Oh, I am NOT going to be doing that." "Why not? You look terrific doll. I'll be the envy of every guy there." I was about to put an end to the evening's activities right then and there, when I caught her stunning green eyes. They sparkled with joy and anticipation as she bit her lower lip. For reasons I can't explain, I let her take me by the hand and lead me from the diner, through the dining room and into the kitchen toward the door to the garage. The garage, now I was really getting nervous and I stopped short of the door, refusing to go any further. Carolyn didn't fight me, she just let go of me and opened the door giving me a look inside. I could see part of a 1955 red and white two door Chevy in fantastic condition. I found myself moving past Carolyn into the garage. As I moved around the car, I had to watch myself to keep from drooling all over it. It was on the drivers' side, that I noticed a metal stand next to the car with one of those old large speaker boxes that one used to find at --- drive-ins! I looked toward the front of the car and up on the wall was a large roll up projection screen. Suspended from the rafters at the back of the car was a shelf on which sat a video projector, a pair of VCR's, and a flat metal box with a few electrical cords and cables coming out of it. While I marveled at Carolyn's ingenuity, she had opened the passenger's front door and stood by waiting for me. I slinked back around the car, slipped in, and tried to gather up my skirt so she could close the door. The feel and sound of the petticoats brought me back into the swing of the evening. I rolled down the window, crossed my arms and rested them on the top of the door. I lowered my chin down on to my arms and looked up at Carolyn, trying to flirt. She desperately tried to stifle a laugh. It was some time before she could say anything. "Be back, soon, doll." "Don't be long, lover boy." Carolyn left with a big smile on her face choking a bit on a suppressed laugh. She returned in short order with a cardboard tray containing two well iced sodas in tall paper cups with paper straws and popcorn in red and white stripped bags that looked like what one would find at a movie theater. She handed it off to me through the open window and moved around to the driver's side, opened the door, and jumped in. She rolled down her side window, lifted the speaker off the stand and hooked it to the side window as she rolled it back up. I rolled my window up as well. Carolyn reached forward for what looked like a remote control on the dash. Just then the lights went out and the improvised drive-in screen lit up with an old black and white newsreel. This was followed by the classic '53 sci-fi movie "War of the Worlds." I snuggled into the seat and got comfortable. We both made short work of the popcorn and sodas. As the movie got closer to the farmhouse scene, I slid across the bench seat and up against Carolyn as close as my skirt would allow. She pulled the old teenage boys fake yawn trick, extending her arm out behind me. She then slowly moved her hand onto my far shoulder. When the alien seized the woman's shoulder from behind, I drew my legs up toward Carolyn's lap and threw my right arm across her body grabbing her far side. I drew myself tightly to her with my extended arm. She definitely loved it. We continued to snuggle for the rest of the movie. The movie ended, the screen went blank, and a couple of dim lights came on. Carolyn removed her arm from around me and opened her door. "I'm going to go find the little boys room, be back soon doll." "Wait, I'll go with you. I need to freshen up as well." As we left the garage, the illusion of a drive-in theater was shattered by the sight of the kitchen. That's when I realized just how taken in by Carolyn's handiwork I had been. I would like to have taken a moment and praised her efforts, but she was clearly on a mission and was not about to slow down for anything. We worked our way through the house to the guest bathroom. Carolyn entered the bathroom and closed the door without even looking back at me. I was left to stand and wait for her. So much for ladies first. On the plus side, it was an opportunity for me to tease Carolyn; after all it had been her idea for us to look and act the part we were dressed for. I took on a look of being miffed and tried to think of a clever line for when she would finally emerge from the bathroom. After a seemingly long wait, the door opened. "You men have it so easy. There's always a wait in line at the girl's bathroom." "That's life for you. See ya back at the car doll." Relieving myself proved to be problematic. Taking the usual male stance was impossible what with all I had on and I didn't want to strip down. I ended up having to sit down like a girl with the skirt and petticoats bunched up behind and in front of me. It was a major hassle and uncomfortable as all get out. No wonder 50's fashion went out of style. Completing my business, I returned to the car. Carolyn was waiting for me, leaning back against the car with her hands half buried in her front pockets. She was looking very much the part of a teenage boy and I decided to act a little like a love struck teen girl. I put my arms about her neck and drew her to me. She took her hands out of her pockets and placed them on my waist. We kissed deeply and long. I leaned back from her and with my hands behind her neck, fingers interlocked, nodded toward the back seat. She opened the door as I released my hold. She tilted the back of the front seat forward and I squeezed through into the back seat sinking in like I did on the living room couch but to a lesser degree. I found myself half buried in the fluff and rustle of the skirt. The sensation combined with the growing passion put me in a state I find difficult to find words for; it's something that just has to be experienced. Carolyn climbed in and reached over the front seat for the remote. She pushed a button and then let herself fall back onto the back seat next to me, putting her arm around me and leaning in, all in one smooth motion. While we necked, the lights went out and a vintage classic cartoon flashed across the screen. It soon ended and the second movie started. I can't say what the title was or what it was about, although I did catch a glimpse of giant ants a couple of times. We were too wrapped up, literally, in each other to notice. I say literally because we were pressed together with our arms embracing the other. I had also hooked one leg over her legs as if I was trying to climb onto her lap, with the skirt doing a nice job of engulfing her. I became the aggressor and moved more and more onto her lap. Suddenly, I felt Carolyn pinching my back. I was starting to pull back from her when I felt a sudden release of tension around my chest. She had unhooked my bra. It was not something that I had expected, and I kind of liked it. I responded by smiling, biting my lower lip, and gently running my finger down her nose. I leaned into her and kissed her once again, hard. Carolyn responded by wedging her hand between us. She unhooked the cinch belt, and then worked her hand up under the sweater. I felt her undo a couple of buttons of my shirt and slip her hand inside. So this is what it's like to be on the receiving end, it was something else I rather liked. While I would like to expand on the events that followed, I will keep to my usual practice and shall leave the rest of our make out session up to the reader's imagination. The movie ended all too soon. The lights came back on putting an end to our make out session. We readjusted our accouterments and exited the car. I felt that it was time to call it a night, but Carolyn had other ideas. In the dinning room, she took me by the hand and led me back to the diner. We split apart at the counter with me moving up the front side and Carolyn up the backside. We stopped at the fountain and Carolyn slid back the lid to the ice cream bins. I hopped up onto a stool with the skirt cascading over the edge of the cushion. I rested both elbows on the counter, put one hand over the other, and placed my chin on top. I smiled and looked at Carolyn in a dreamy sort of way. Carolyn let out a snicker. "What'll it be?" "A root beer float." She put a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream into a float glass, and then moved the glass under the soda fountain. She worked the handle like a seasoned soda jerk, filling the glass with root beer with a minimum head. A squirt of whipped cream, a maraschino cherry, and two straws completed her masterpiece. She placed the float between us. We each took a straw and bent forward. As our foreheads gently came together, we gazed up into each other's eyes. We stayed that way until we finished the float. Neither of us said a word, we didn't need to. I worked the cherry up out of the glass with the straw and teased Carolyn with it, eventually putting it between my teeth. I bent towards her, and as we kissed, I bit the cherry in two. We parted, each with half a cherry. It was time to call it a night and we moved back to the end of the counter, where Carolyn took my hand and lead me back to the entrance and then to the bedroom. At the open bedroom door, I moved in front of Carolyn and turned to face her. We embraced and kissed. I pulled back from her, then grabbed her jacket with both hands and with a seductive look, pulled her inside. Carolyn loved it, and while she was determined to have me that night, she let me know that I was all man, and her man at that. But once again it's time to leave the night's pleasures (and any embarrassments) to the reader's imagination. Carolyn had been right, that did turn out to be the best evening we ever had, well, make that the best swap night. And while on the subject, I didn't accomplish all I had set out to, but did manage to reach a kind of truce. The roll playing turned out to be rather fun and became more and more a part of swap night. It was left up to me just how far swap night would go. She never again uttered "everything that's laid out or nothing." She didn't need to, as somehow I just knew when she really wanted it. As for looking more feminine, Carolyn would try and coax me into it but never forced it. Although, once in a while, I would give in, usually when I would look totally ridicules if I didn't. At least that's what I kept telling myself, hoping that there wasn't some deeper curiosity. Still, it wasn't long before it became evident that the truce was on shaky ground. I once again began to wonder just how long it would be before Carolyn would try and force swap night to a new level. As it turned out, I didn't have long to wait. But that's a story for another time.