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THE POWER OF SEXY parts 1-7 By Flygirlxoxox My name is Alan Ambrosio and this is my story. As it happend. Yes I am a boy and a typcal one. I have always been fascinated by girls. Their hair, their smells, their curves, their clothes, the way the walk, the way they talk.... At age 15 I have been involved in sports. I am quite good and very competitive. My problem...girls. Girls to me are like kryptonite to superman. I can be doing something confidently, intently and-- a pretty girl comes up to me and look! It's captian corky.... I have started going to the gym and my plan is to do so all summer long. I am trying to bulk up a little for upcoming football season. I am having pretty good luck for my age...but I wish I could do a little better. I have always been a little on the thin side my dad says its because I take after my mom. I don't see it...But whatever.... Even though the best part of my story began about two years ago, I remember it as vividly as if it were today.... While at the gym, I had been working out extemely hard and as I was walking up to the drinking fountain, there was one of the absolute hottest girls I have ever seen( in or out of print) drinking from of it. You know the type -- long toned legs, perfect ankle to calf ratio...dark tanned skin,long dark hair with just enough highlights, a cute round butt in pink short short shorts with white sporty sripes-- Her long legs seemed to reach out forever toward white and pink shoes, further emphasizing her perfect skin. Her eyes, and eyebrows were the type that... oh no she caught me staring at her through the mirror... "Ya, know," she said with a smirk as she turned around, "I only go for guys with long hair and a tan." She winked. I felt small under my recently buzzed crewtop and invisible with my pasty white skin. Then she added, "I can't help you with the first, but here is my card if you are interested in improving the second. My name is Ell, by the way." Before I could stammer a word, she handed me her card, spun on her heel and was gone out the front door. Ijust stood there like an idiot while she walked -- no glided away--you know the way some girls have that ability to be art in motion no matter what they are doing?... Finally I came to my senses and looked at the card she gave me. It said, "GLAMOUR TAN where we bring your darker nature to the surface." -Ell Victorian - Sales Associate. 25% off your first tanning package. I knew GLAMOUR TAN. It is next door to the gym. 'long hair and tans' I thought. Long hair and tans are for girls. Well at least the long hair part. She must have been messing with me. She must have been just trying to get an easy tanning sale. -At least that is what I told myself... I quickly smelled the card -- it smelled heavenly. I sighed and put it in my pocket and went back to my workout. As I continued to work out I couldn't seem to concentrate on what I was doing. All I could see were Ell's dark eyes and the all knowing wink. Thinking of her was intoxicating My heart was still pounding, but not from the workout. My hard earned money for a tanning package? I don't think so. I will get tanned playing football later this summmer. For now I really need to concentrate on bulking up for the season... Still, 25% off sounds like a pretty good deal to me... Over the next day and a half, I couldn't stop thinking about Ell. The image of those long perfect legs were haunting me. The next two times I went to the gym, It was like a magnet was pulling me towards Ell and Glamour Tan. I walked in the gym and once again I couldn't concentrate. Those dark legs and those eyes were calling out to me. Without realizing what I was doing, I found myself walking back outsideof the gym and towards Glamour Tan and Ell. I stood there outside kicking the ground for a few moments. I could feel my heart pounding.... What would I say to her? She is going to think I'm just another sucker buying something I don't need based on thinking with the wrong head. Yet, I knew I had to see her agin no matter what! Finaly I got up the nerve to walk in the door.... Of course a loud bell goes off to let everyone in the world know you are there for some fake and bake... oh well-- no turning back now. There she was putting some type of lotion in cups. I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly colored skin and the way she moved her body doing such a simple task. "Be right with ya," she said without looking up. A moment later she said with a wicked grin, "Mr. Drinking fountain-- you decided to stop buy!" My face went bright red as I stammerd, "Hi, My name is Alan, I thought I might try out this tanning thing." "You are going to be so glad you did, you are going to look totally hot with a tan, much better than that Redface." She winked again and laughed playfully. She was enjoying this. "Have you ever been tanning before?" she asked. "- Uh," I started to reply... "Didn't think so," she said teasingly. "Here I need you to fill out this form, And here are a few pointers: "number 1 always go naked...except cover your business with a sock. He won't like the sunshine....Number 2 always use lotion" (She waved to a display with about 5 dozen different types) "Number three always use eye protection, and number 4 if you really want to get the most of your tan and tan quickly, use the special dark tanning, skin softening excelerator tablets. You get them free with your first tanning package." "Sounds pretty good," I said. "What do you recommend?" "Glad you asked. Here are two tanning excelerator tablets and here is bronzer 1 lotion it is for beginners. Oh, and you only want to go for about 5 minutes to start." "Thanks," I replied. "The bed will come on automatically in 5 minutes, so go get started!"-- "Bed # 7" I grabbed the lotion, and took the tablets at the drinking fountain by the desk. She smiled mischieveously as I swallowed the tanning tablets and said, "sweet dreams" as I walked down to room #7. Quickly I locked the door and stripped down. I coverd my entire body with lotion as quickly as possible, wishing I had a certain someone to put the lotion on my back for me. A few moments later the bed came on. I put on my goggles, put a sock over my package laid down on the bed and closed the lid. The gentle humm and warmth of the bed felt wonderful. I can't remember the last time I was so relaxed. The five minutes went by way too fast and the next thing I knew the lights were off and a bell went off. As I climbed out of the bed, I looked in the mirror and didn't notice any tan or anthing. I stuck out my chest, flexed my abs and biceps. Not bad I thought. I put my clothes back on and headed back toward the front desk. "How was it?" Ell aked. "Relaxing," I smiled. "Great -- I am glad you enjoyed it. she said. Now one more thing, here are a couple more tanning tablets I want you to take them before bed. Now these are brand new on the market so don't tell anyone else you are getting them. We only give them to 'special' clients.....Now don't forget to take them and I will see you tommorrow for round two!" I walked out the door on cloud 9. It was worth it to to have to buy a tanning package to be able to talk to Ell. I knew I had to keep things cool so I didn't freak her out, but I couldn't help thinking about her every second. The day was rather uneventful. Daydreaming about Ell and getting ready for school and football season to start. It was barely the beginning of summer vacation, so I had a long time to get ready. And hey if I never got anywhere with Ell, maybe my new tan would help me get some other chicks once school started back up. As I got ready for bed, I rememberd to take the tablets. Strange I thought.. but anything for Ell. .... As the next few weeks went by my routine was pretty much the same. I would sleep in, go tanning and work out. My tan was slowly getting darker, and Ell seemed to really like it, she always complemented me on how good I was looking . Slowly we began having small conversations about the weather, school, her job, the gym any excuse I could get to stare at her. One thing that was starting to concern me was my gym time. Lately I felt like I was getting weaker. It seemed like the weights that I was lifting a few weeks ago were starting to feel a lot harder. This was supposed to be getting easier. Also I noticed that my body, although still very lean, was gaining a softness to it. I figured I just wasn't doing enough cardio and started increasing my cardio to one hour instead of 20 minutes and started spending more time lifting.... After another few weeks, I walked into the tanning salon and Ell said, "Hey, I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie with me instead of the gym today... your hair is starting to get a little longer." She smiled and winked. "Sounds Great!" I said. "Wonderful, now here are your tanning tabs, your lotion and I believe you are up to 20 minute-- Go jump in the bed and I will be gettin ready to go." I Gulped down the tanning tablets and bolted for the room #7. 20 minutes already? That was the full tan time! I thought to myself. -- This must all be working. I quickly began undressing and as I started putting the lotion on I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was looking really tan already. Not as dark as Ell, but way darker than I have ever been before. Also I noticed that my muscle was really looking small and my butt seemed to be getting a little bigger. I also kind of found myself liking what I saw...in a weird way... Anyhow I will worry about that later. Just need to do more squats and lunges to get my butt back, more arm work an I will be back to normal in no time. I hopped in the bed and drifted away with thoughts of Ell dancing through my head. I couldn't believe we were going to go anywhere together. I was such a stud... ...as the lights went dark, Ell grabbed my hand and quickly moved it onto her knee... I froze in delight as I felt the warm silky smoothness of her knee. My fingers slowly began corressing it and my hand started to slowy climb from her knee to her thigh. I felt the hem of her skirt and slowly slipped my fingers underneath and began inching my way up...she grabbed my hand and encouraging me to move faster the slight moan she wisperd in my ear with a quick nibble to my lobe found us quickly in a tight lip lock...just as my tongue started to slip my way through her teeth, of all things, the fire alarm went off in the movie theater... ..No it was just the tanning bed going off. It had been 20 minutes. Part of me groaned to be interrupted from such a sweat fantacy dream...and the other part was overjoyed with the prospect of my dream becomming a reality over the next few hours. As I got up to change back into my clothes, I couldn't help looking at myself in the mirror. I was really starting to get dark my skin was looking great, but I really seemed to be losing the definition of muscle I had worked so hard to gain. My body looked slightly different but I couldn't quite put my finger on it...As I pulled on my pants, I couldn't help but notice how tight the butt was getting, yet around my waist I had inches to spare... No matter, it was time to go see Ell. Ell was waiting at the front desk when I came out. "My, My, you are look'in good! That tan is really bringing out your true self, Allie!" Ell said with a beaming smile. "Allie?" Only my mom calls me that--when I am in trouble I thought. Ell can call me whatever she wants though, I don't mind. "So what do you want to go see?" I asked. "Well...there isn't much playing, but I have to be back to work in 2 hours, the only thing that would work is WHITE CHICKS..." --"Is that OK with you?-- My treat." In my mind I was trying to remember if I knew what it was about...in reality I didn't care...maybe I should have-- but the thought of going anywhere with Ell was more than I could imagine. "Sounds good," I replied. Luckily for me, the theater was in the same parking lot as the gym and the tanning salon... My mom and I were at ends about driving and I didn't want to look like a car-less loser in front of Ell. Especially on our fist -date- I am excited. When Elll stepped out from behind the counter, I was a little dissapointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of a short mini. -- I would survive. As we began walking over to the Theater, she said, "Thanks for going with me today." She slipped her arm through mine, -- a safe move for her but exhillerating for me, although it was nothing more than two girl friends, or a brother and sister might do. "So, getting all buffed up for football season..." She winked and pinched my upper arm. "Ohh, niiicccee." She overemphasized much like a mom would trying to please her kid." "Yeah, trying," I replied. "But lately it seems like I am not getting anywhere and I don't seem to be as muscular as I was a few weeks ago...I think I have even lost a little weight." "Really?" she stated with a questioning look on her face, She glanced me up and down at me and said, "I think you are looking extremely hot compared to a few weeks ago." I would have frenched her right there, but for some reason I wasn't feeling quite as manly. "Thanks I replied I'm trying," I said. "Besides," she added, "I don't really like those giant boys pounding on each other-- what makes you want to do it anyway." ..Ok warning how do I reply to this...the obvious answer to me was to get chicks but here is a hotter than hot chick clinging on my arm telling me she could care less about football players... "Most guys just do it to get the chicks," she said knowingly..."But it seems to me that if they wanted to spend time with chicks --cheerleading would be a better option" she said with a sarcastic laugh and smile.... "Anyway you were telling me WHY you want to play football..." She stopped turned me to her face staring me in the eyes. "Um...because of my Dad I guess. He played football, and he says it will toughen me up, build character and turn me into a man," I said, staring at my toes. "Into a man...how sad," she whispered, as if to no one in particular. "What do you mean?" I aked. "Oh, nothing.......(she paused)...........I just don't see what is so great about being manly, fighting wars, smelling bad, stressing, Body hair--gross." she stuck out her tougue..." I guess I am just Sooo0 glad that I am a girl," she emphasised. "I get to pamper myself, look pretty, stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and nylons, do my nails, make up,long hair, ahhhh? she sighed.... She continued, "That is really why we are the stonger sex you know... the power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man do anything we want" she was beeming as if she had given this much thought. I couldn't argue...Ell could truely get me to do anything that she wanted me to.............. The movie was uneventful. Ell played extremely hard to get durring the movie. The movie was strange...the story of two cops who dressed up like girls...whatever-- I really didn't pay much attention. All I was thinking about was Ell...She seemed totally into it. Laughing and on the edge of her seat. Other than sharing a popcorn that was about the extent of the excitement of physical contact. As I walked Ell back to her work, she seemed very lively --talking about how much she like the movie and how she thought it was cool that those guys had to go through all that to see how difficult, and fun it is being a woman..blah, blah, blah-whatever. "Thanks for the movie" I said as we stopped at the front door of the Salon. "Next time it will be my treat andI get to pick the movie." I added. "Sounds great," she said, "gotta go." With that she spun on her heel and headed into the salon. But not before blowing me a kiss with wink... "See ya tommorow Allie," she said and was gone. Girls are wierd I had decided. I also knew I was madly in love. That night back at the house... Oh, by the way I have an older sister Tammy who is going to be a snior this year, and a baby brother John. My folks have been married for 20 years and seem happy. My Dad is a hard nosed police officer, and my mom works at a jewelry store. My grandparents babysit John until about 6:00 pm every day when my mom gets off work, And my Dad Works odd hours. Tammy and I are typical brother and sister. We fight a little and get along a little, but we really don't have that much in common. She is about my height, 5' 7" but is built like a stick. She is pretty in her own way I guess, although she tries even harder. People say she resembles my father. I don't see it. ... Anyway back at the house that night, we were eating dinner when my dad said, "So Al, how is the weight lifting going....you are looking kind of skinny....Honey pass the boy another steak...better eat up if you don't want to lose your position this year."..."Have you been swimming you are looking really tan..." "Um yeah, I have been swimming...over at a friends house and um yeah I have been working out at the gym almost every day," I replied. "That's my boy," my dad said. He was sure I was going to go pro so he could retire from the police force...I guess all fathers dream that their sons will gro up to be a better version of themselves. That night I had a strange dream....very strange dream. I was at home alone and there was someone trying to break into our house. For some reason I felt the only way I could sneak out was as someone else. I decided to disguse myself as a girl... I went to my sisters room and began looking though her clothes for something to wear... I couldn't help the words of Ell kept flashing through my mind as I looked through her closets and drawers...'I guess I am just Sooo glad that I am a girl. I get to pamper myself, look pretty, stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and nylons....that is really why we are the stonger sex you know... the power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man do anything we want" I woke up in a sweat. Although I hadn't tried on any of my sisters clothes...for some reason I really wanted to in my dream... That was too wierd. I went back to sleep. The next day for some reason I couldn't get that dream out of my head as well as the words of Ell. What is it like to be a girl? To be pretty? All of the strangely wonderful clothes that they wear?.... I shook my head. What is wrong with you Al? I just needed a little weight lifting to clear my head. After going to the gym and pumping iron for a while I decided I need to clear my head further by not going tanning. I didn't want to think about Ell, or girls or girlie things for the rest of the day. I know Ell said I should go every day. But I think some X-Box is just what the doctor ordered. After about a half hour playing Fight-night Round 3 (What more manly of a game is there) the phone started ringing. Probably another telemarketer....I'll let the machine pick up. "...Hellow you have reached the Ambrosio residence, we are unable to make it to the phone right now, so please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible...beeeeeeeeeeep"....Click. The caller hung up. About 5 minutes later, the phone rang again. I thought maybe it is someone important and I had better answer. I picked up. "Hello. Is Alan there?" "This is he," I said. "Al! This is Ell--Where were you today? I missed seeing you at the salon. Is everything ok?" "Yeah," I blurped. "So why didn't you come by today?" Ell asked. "I don't know. I guess I have just been feeling kind of strange lately and needed to clear my head," I said. "Did I do or say something wrong?" she asked. "No....I've just been having some strange dreams and thoughts lately," I reluctantly replied. "Like what?" she said. "I'd rather not talk about it," I replied. "I can respect that I guess. But I am very understanding," she shot back. "Thanks," I said. "It is really not that big of a deal." "Ok," she said. "....Hey I was wondering what you are doing tomorrow?" "Why?" I asked. "Because my parents are out of town, I am extremely bored and I want you to come over and hang out," she said. "Bored huh?" I said cautiously. "That came out wrong," she said. "I really like hanging out with you and I think we are getting to be good friends, and, well I want to become even better friends, so will you please, please come over tomorrow?" --That sounded a little better --I am a stud. "How do I get to your house?" I asked. After she gave me the directions, we said our goodbye's and hung up. What is going on, I thought. This girl is so freaking hot.... Maybe my movie dream is about to come true. That night, luckily no more wierd dreams. The next day we had predetermined to meet around 10:00 am. Ell said that she had a swimming pool and a pool table, big screan tv, home theater, and we could just hang out or do any of the above, so come prepared. Not wanting to look too desperate, I waited until about 10:15 to knock on her door. Her house was HUGE. They must have a lot of money. Mid knock, the door sprang open and Ell was standing there tapping her toe. "You're late she teased....I was beginning to think you had changed your mind. Well come in and make yourself at home. I have warm cookies and cold milk in the kitchen. Park youself infront of the big screen. Here is the remote. I will be right with you." I flipped on Giant TV and started flipping through channels. I have never seen so many TV stations in my life. I stopped briefly on MTV-2 where the pussycat dolls were dancing ....I wanted to watch, but I didn't want Ell to think I was a perv. so I turned to Sports Center to see what was going on in pre-football season. A couple of minutes later, Ell walked out (she was wearing short shorts, a lace cami top... must have been a push up bra. She was barefoot and her toes were pink. She was killing me. "Pussycat dolls eh Alan? They're HOT. You don't have to change the chanel on my accout. I know what boys really like and I don't mind... remember the power of sexy." She sat down and crossed those long tanned legs towards me and 'sexily fed me a cookie'. "Now on the subject of music vidieos, what would you say is your ALL TIME Favorite music vidieo? And it better involve a hot chick or I will think you are weird." Wow on the hot seat. I guess I better be honest. "Ok, fine in all honesty, I would have to say 'These Boots are Made for Walking' By Jessica Simpson," I said. "Very HOT," Ell smiled. "One of my favorties as well," she added. "So what is your all time favorite of all time and it better include some sexy guys," I shot back. "In all honesty?" she sighed. "All honesty," I replied. "How about if I show it to you...I think you will like it as well," she said. She uncrossed her legs (killing me) and padded up to her room wher she came down with a DVD. "Here it is," she said. "WHat is it?" I asked. "Just wait," she replied. A few moments later, Gloria Estefan was dancing on the screen "......Everlasting Love." I watched in facination. My mind was racing. This music video has nothing but hot chicks in sexy outfits dancing and girating, as well as Gloria Estefan done up with different sexy hair styles... Not what I was expecting. This is the kind of video I REALLY like. But no sexy guys. Maybe the truth is Ell is Gay and I am just like her bud. That kind of sucks. "So what do you think?" she asked. "I like it, very sexy, but...I didn't see too many guys." She had paused it at the end where 5 versions of Gloria Estefan were locked arm in arm. "Witch one do you think is the hottest?" she grinned. "That one in the middle with the red shorter hair-- she is a hottie," I said. I felt myself opening up a little more and more to Ell. She is really fun to talk to. "No guys though?" I said again questioningly. She grabbed the remote and skipped back to the pre-video interview with Gloria Estefan. Gloria Estefan was talking: "...This is one of my favorite vidieos, probably because I am not in it....I was very pregnant at the time so we used 5 female impersonators...." Ell paused the DVD. "Wrong she said....all you saw were guys...dressed to kill. Remember the power of sexy." She grinned as if she just showed a poker hand of all aces. "No way," I said. "Let me see it again." She hit play again, and I watched the music video again from a different point of view. I couldn't believe that all of these sexy creatures I was watching were acutually guys. "So, now what do you think?" she asked. I paused to collect my thoughts. What is up with Ell. She likes guys who dress up as girls? This is kind of wierd. "I guess it is hard to believe all of them are guys -- especially to admit that I think they are hot," I said. "But what is it you see in this? Why is this your favorite video of all time?" "I Thought you would never ask!" beamed Ell. "Because it is the key, the secret. You see, guys seem to think they are superior to us women. But really all they have over us is physical strength...but with the power of sexy, they can control much more." she said. She continued, "Let's take you for example. You -might- be able to beat me up," she said sarcasticly leaning over in front of me until her lips were almost touching mine.. "But, I could seduce you in half a second and get you to do almost anything for me." She gently rubbed my her nose against mine and pulled a way quickly with a wicked smile. "There is no denying you are hot, and the power of seduction is something else, but...I don't think there is any doubt here who would win if we were to fight," I said defensively. "Is that a fact?" Ell replied doubtingly. "That's a cold hard fact." I smiled back confidently. "How sure are you?" she asked. "That you could take a little girl like me down?" "100%" I said cooly. I liked where this was headed, wrestling and finishing with Ell being pinned and with a long lip lock to finish. "100% eh? Well how would you like to make a small wager?" Ell said half seriously, half teasingly. "Just tell me what you want to lose," I replied. "Anything?" she said. "You name it!" I said. "Well, you are a big strong guy, so I would say the odds are definately against me....So. Hows this: If you can pin me on my back in less than two minutes, I will make out with you for two minutes....Buuut if I pin you on your back in less than ONE Minute, You have to..." She paused thoughtfully.. "Shave your legs." she smiled triumphantly, as if she had been planning this. She was setting me up for this. No matter, I haven't told her that I won state wrestling my freshman year, and I have never been pinned. Making out will just be the icing on the cake. Becides, maybe I will toy with her a little, make it last the whole two minutes, she is so hot, it will be a pleasure watching her squirm while I pin her. "Pucker up!" I said. With a wicked grin. Quickly we cleared the table out of the way and made space not to break anything. "Give me your watch," she said. I am setting your timer for 2 minutes. Mine will go off in 1. Are you ready?" We were facing each other, she was giggling and dancing side to side like a school girl, and I was ready. "Go!" she yelled and moved in. She was kind of fast for a girl, but I dodged her first move, or so I thought, her leg swung back powerfully and caught me behind the knees. I bent over backwards just enough for her to throw me over her bent knee. I hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind out of me... before I could regain myself her knee was in my stomach... .. I couldn't breath now my arms were completly pinned somehow. I've never seen this hold before...must not be legal... I was on my back gasping for air with her right knee on top of me, I thought I would be enjoying this, but the pain... just then her alarm on her watch went off. 1 minute was up and I had been pinned. Before she let me go, she reached down and whisperd in my ear..."Consolation prize" and licked my cheek."Now let me get my razor!" she squealed in delight as she let me go. I was still gasping for air, and as she headed for the bathroom she turned and said, "I thought you played football," teasingly. What had just happend. I have never been pinned before, and now I get pinned in less than a minute by a hot girl who weighs less than me, and now I have to shave my legs? Ell trotted out with an electric hair buzzer, a safety razor, shaving gel, and a big bucket of water. not to mention the huge smile on her face. "I think you wanted to lose," she said sarcasticly. "Right," I replied still trying to catch my breath. "How did you do that?" I asked. "Once again, you underestimated the power of sexy....you were thinking I am just a poor weak girl and that you could have a little fun with me. You didn't stop to think what my back ground in martial arts might be, who my partents are, what I do in my free time...only that I am a weak little girl....I used that to my advantage, leverage to get what I wanted...to see those tanned legs of yours hairless." She smiled. "Are you ready?" she added. "I guess," I said hesatantly. "OK strip down to your boxers, and we will get started. I will do your right leg for you, but you have to do the left!" she said. With that she turned on the electric hair trimmor and started buzzing away. "Bye, bye, curly hairy boy legs hello sexy legs," she said with a big sexy grin. What was going on. A few seconds ago I was supposed to dominate in wrestling, now I am getting my legs shaved by a girl I would much rather be making out with. After she finished buzzing the right leg, she said, "That is looking much better, but-" (She grabbed my hand) "Feel that," she said and ran my hand up my leg. It was very prickly. "That just won't do she added, only the razor gets it smoothe...now you buzz the left leg and we will get to the fun part." I took the razor and began cutting the hair upwards. She seemed to really be enjoying watching this. I can't help but think I am a bit curious as to what they will feel like completely shaved but even more curious to find out what she gets out of all this. After I got done buzzing, Ell took the trimmor for inspection and a little touch up. "Good job, you are a natural," she said teasingly. "Now, let's acutally head over to the bathroom, it will make this easier," she said, and with that, She turned on the bath tub and began filling it up, she poured in some vanilla smelling bubble bath. After the tub was almost full and nearly overflowing with bubbles. "Get in," she commanded. "The warm water and bodywash will soften up the hairs and make them easier to shave. We don't want any cuts or ingrown hairs for our fist timer." She walked out of the bathroom and shut the door. This was my que to get in the tub. I wasn't too sure about this. But I wasn't going to be a sore loser. How bad could it be? Bodybuilders, swimmers, and bikers shave all the time. I would just wear pants until it grows back-- and avoid any more situations that could cause further humiliation for me. I stripped down and climbed in the tub. The water was perfect it was so warm and relaxing and although the scent of the bubblebath was extremely feminine, I have to admit I kind of liked it. I still couldn't believe what was ging on. I was in a hot girls house, who just happend to be infatuated with guys who shave their legs and dress up like girls. What would be next I asked myself. Nothing this is where I draw the line. After about 10 minutes of soaking, Ell, knocked on the door. "You should be about ripe," she chimed. "Go ahead and climb out, and wrap youself with a towel. Let me know when you are decent." I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself. "Ready," I said. Ell came in all smiles.. "How was it?" she asked. "Not as bad as I thought." I looked and she was holding up a pink and white babydoll cami with matching garter, stockings, and panties... I stared... "NO!--These aren't for you, but for being such a good sport I will try them on for you after we are done...now lets get started," she exclaimed. OK, that sounds good I would shave my legs on my own free will to see Ell in that outfit. Ell reached her hand in the warm tub water and quickly ran some water all over my right leg. Than she grabbed the shave gel and put a bunch in the palm of her hand. With grace she spread it all over my right leg, up to mid thigh. Then she grabbed the razor and started down on the toes. "Hairy toes are for hobbits," she said, then she worked her way over the ankles carfully. "Always be careful here to avoid cuts and nicks," she added. Every so often she would rince off the hair in the water. "Always use upward strokes, and remember to rince the razor frequently to get the best results," she directed. After about 10 minutes she was finished with my right leg, she spent a lot of time around the knee cap and was extra careful behind my knee on on my thigh. After the last of the gel was gone, she ran her hand under warm water and spread it out over my leg to get rid of any traces of the gel. Her hand sent tingles up my body in a way I never expected. "Feels nice huh." She looke up smiling. "Uh, yeah not bad," I replied, trying to downplay how every nerve ending in my leg was screaming in extacy when she touched it. I could feel myself starting to harden under the towel. She glanced at the towel. "Oh you do like it," she said as she winked. "OK your turn. I will help but be carful!" she added. After about another 15 minutes of instruction from Ell, and a final touch up inspection, we were done. I had shaved legs. "Now, it is important to put some lotion on them right away so they don't get all dry and scaly," Ell said, and grabbed a pink bottle off of the sink. "Sorry, I don't have any boy smelling lotion," she added. She poured some lotion into her the palm of her hand and then rubbed them together then, she grabbed my leg and started rubbing the lotion in. "It is called Love Spell by Victoria's Secret, and will make your legs feel very smooth, and sexy!" she exclaimed. The lotion was very smoothe and felt heavenly as she rubbed and massaged it into my feet, ankles, calves knees and thighs. "Glad to see you are enjoying this" Ell said as she glanced up and saw a pitched tent through the towel. "I..Uh-" She cut me off. "Dont worry, I understand. I like how it feels too. The problem now is, you probably won't be able to stop shaving them. It is addicting." She smiled, and tossed me my boxer shorts. "Now time for me to go try a lttle something on for you...go back and watch some TV while I get ready," she said teasingly. Ell headed out to her room. I dropped the towel and put my boxer shorts back on, but not before I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror.... Holy crap! My legs look almost as hot as Ell's...no maybe even hotter! What the crap! I turned around a looked at myself from the back--From the back, I seriously looked like a girl, and a freaking hot girl. What was going on? Looking at my tanned long legs, hairless was giving myself wood. I quickly put my boxers on, and couldn't help but notice how tingles shot up my legs when I pulled them up. I couldn't hardly stand it. While I walked back out to the tv room. I noticed how when my calves bumped into each other, it felt smooth. I liked it. I turned the tv on, and couldn't help but keep rubbing my hands all over my legs. They felt so sexy...they wer mine! Why hadn't I tried this before. I seriously was about to explode from how sexy my legs felt. What seemed like a forever, but was really about 30 minutes, Ell, finally came walking out...She wasn't wearing the pink outfit she had showed me earlier, but I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was Wearing a black push up bra, with a red and black pleated ultra mini skirt. She had on thigh high black stockings with garters that were peaking out from the bottom of the skirt, and the stalkings were pulled so tight they looked like they could pop. She had on 5 inch baby doll spike heels, and I noticed that the heels were silver. She walked seductively towards me. I also noticed that she had put on some secuctive make up making her eyes look even more amazing. She hit the CD player, and it was the Pussy Cat Dolls "Dontcha" She started dancing around me seductively, and girating her hips towards me in beat with the music. Then she stripped off the mini skirt and was wearing a very high cut thong. I Stared in disbelief. The heels made her legs look impossibly long, all I could think about was how bad I wanted to tackle her down and make passionate love to her.... She kept dancing and lip syncing to the song. She moved her body to the music in a way that I only dreamed was possible. I was so hard and out of my mind as she then climbed on my lap and started giving me a lap dance. Just when I was about to blow, the song ended. Ell cooed seduvtivly, "Lay on your stomach, sexy and look the other way." I had no Idea what was going on, but I wasn't going to argue with a hottie in lengerie. I could feel her breathing in my ear. "Did you like it?" she wisperd gently. "Yes," I wisperd back. "Feel this," she said. She had something very soft and sexy feeling, and began rubbing it up and down my shaved legs. I have never felt anything so good in my life. She kept going. I seriously thought I would blow my wad. IT felt so amazing-- shocks were going up and down my whole body, I have never felt anything so fantastic before before in all my life. "Do you want to know what it is?" she wisperd gently in my ear. "Yes," I half answered, half moaned. "Open you eyes and roll over," she commanded gently. I rolled over and she had in her hand the pair of long white and pink stockings she had showed me earlier. She had a huge smile on her face. "I saw the way you looked at these when I held them up before, and I thought maybe you might want to try them on...what do you think?" she said with a sultry pouty voice. "But...I am a-" I started to say. "..A BOY!...FINE," she said defeatedly. "It is probably best if you get going soon anyway. My folks will be returning soon. And my dad will kill me if he finds that I have a BOY in the house. I am going to go change out of this outfit, get dressed, and wait for me I will be just a minute." What just happened? I thought to myself, as Ell dejectedly model walked back down the hall way to her room. I couldn't help but notice how hard I was and I knew If I didn't relieve myself I would be walking funny tomorrow. Still, though nothing I could do about that now. I Put the rest of my clothes on and sat there contemplating the last few hours. Should I have said yes and tried on the stockings for her? What would have happend. What do they feel like on? Is it really that strange for a boy to wear them? ...yes of course it is- I told myself...what is she doing to me? About 5 minutes later Ell, walked out of her room. wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She still had the seductively hot make up on, but everything else was toned down a lot. "Sorry I didn't mean to be upset," Ell said. "I just don't see why guys are so afraid of girl clothes. Really I didn't mean to try to make you feel uncomfortable. They just feel so amazing to wear, that I thought you might like to try." Ell had her hands behind her back. She said, "Here I have a little something for you." It was a present wrapped in a blue ribbon. I was about the size of a tissue box. "Now don't open this until you are at home alone in your room tonight. This is a special gift from me to you I hope you like it." She smiled again and I felt relieved. She has some interesting ideas, but she is so amazingly hot that I would deal with them. "Yeah, me too," I said. "I guess I am a little worried about what people would think if they found out." "I know," Ell said. "But everything else that happend to day will be our little secret." She winked, smiled, and said, "You had better get going. See you tomorrow at the salon?" "Of course," I said. With that she gave me a quick hug, and I was out the door. As I walked home that evening, I put the present in my back pack, and couldn't help reflect on the events of the afternoon. Mostly I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to try on the stockings, and what Ell's next move would have been if I had...and If I had would I still be there, and what if I liked wearing them as much as I liked shaving my legs. Confusion. What could be in the package? THE POWER OF SEXY PART II When I got home, I went straight up to my room and locked the door. I had to find out what was in the package. Quickly I untied the ribbon, and opened the box. There was a card on top of something wrapped in tissue paper. I picked up the card it read: "Hey sexy legs, thanks for the best afternoon. You are such a sport for going through with it, I had the best time with you today, and you seriously have some of the Sexiest legs I have EVER Seen, and I know sexy ;). ....Anyway I am a little sad that you weren't able to pin me, because I was really looking forward to making out with you...but since I can't just let you without proving yourself, here is the deal: I think secretly you really wanted to try the stockigns on, but your *manhood* prevented it. So, here you go, I will never know if you try on these items on or not. But...If you wear everything in box tomorrow to the salon (under your jeans of course) I promise I will make out with you for at least 5 minutes!!!;)" xoxox, Ell PS don't dissapoint;)" I unwrapped the tissue paper to find a brand new package of white stockings with little pink bows on the front and back of the tops, there was a sexy photo of long legs wearing them on the front. Also in the box, there was a g string thong, and a matching garter set. I put the items down on the bed. There as kind of a sick feeling in my stomach. I felt nervous all of a sudden as if people were watching me do something evil. I walked to the door and made sure it was locked again. I turned around and stared at the lingerie on the bed. Dared I? No one would know.... I walked back over to the bed. Slowly and carefully I opend the package of stockings My hands were trembling and I didn't know if it was fear or excitement or a little of both. I noticed that there were two pairs instead of just one. I began slowly rubbing the delicate material of the stockings in my fingers. I felt myself slowly begin to harden. I unbuckeled my belt and let my pants drop around my ankles. I stepped out of them and began rubbing one of the stockings up and down my leg. My whole body was shuddering in extacy. What was going on? I had to try them on I decided. Just then I noticed that there was another note in the bottom of the box. I said: "If you've made it this far you are at least thinking about it...:) Here are instructions so you don't get any snags or runs: 1. Put on the thong. It will be a little tight in front espicailly if you are really liking things.... 2. Put on the garter belt. Clasp the two inner hooks together in the front, and then turn it around so they are in the back. 3. Bunch the stockings up so you can get your toe all the way in, slowly pull up from the bottom, tightening ever so gently as you come up. Do one leg at a time, and attach the garters. The back garter is a little tricky, but be patient and you will get it! Enjoy XOXOX, Ell. I put the items down on the bed and walked over to the full length mirror in my room. I took a deep breath in and looked at myself. As I sighed out the air, I couldn't help but look myself over. What was happening to me I thought. I looked smaller than ever, my tummy was tight, and smooth, but lacking the deep six pack I had had earlier this summer. My skin was golden brown from the tanning, and there was somthing different about my face as well. It was still me, just a softer version... I looked back over at the items on the bed. I couldn't help but be giddy with antisipation... I had to know what they felt like on. I dropped my boxers and looked at myself again from the back. I seriously couldn't believe that was me in the mirror. My legs were long and tanned and perfectly shaved. I seriously looked like a hot chick from the back ..what was going on!? And how hot would I look in the lingerie!? I walked back over to the bed and sat down. I was really hard and my breathing was sparatic. I grabbed t he g string thong. It was sexy just to look at. Slowly I lowered it down and put my fet in. It was so small that it was hard to tell the front from the side from the back. I soon figured it out, and pulled the panties up and over my throbbing manhood. It felt a little strange as I pulled it tight, I love the way the tight smoothe material seemed to sink deep into my ass, and the smooth front tantalized my manhood who couldn't help but peek his head over the top. I grabbed the directions, and did as they said, clasping the garter clasps in the front and then turning it around to the back. As I was observing my work, I couldn't help but notice how much my hands were shanking. Why was I so nervous? Also the thought crossed my mind that if I was to wear this again -- again did I think that? If I was I would need to trim some more hair around -- well down there. But surely this would be a one time thing. I would tell Ell that I wouldn't try that stuff on and that only wierdos would do a thing like that. She would never know that I am trying these items on, and if she asks I will deny it. I quickly walked back over to the door to double and triple check to make sure it was locked. I also put my ear to the door to make sure that no one was near by. I knew that It was almost time for dinner, so I had better hurry. As I walked back to my bed to put the stockings on, I caught a glimpse of my backside in the mirror again.. Holy crap...is that me. I couldn't believe how the thong and the garter framed the roundness of my -- dare I say perky butt. I stared in disbelief. It was so hard I could hear the pounding of pumping blood in my ears.... I walked back over to the bed, and followed the instructions Ell gave me to put the stockings on. I bunched them up to the end until I was able to put my toes in. I couldn't believe how good it felt on my feet. It felt amazing feet are so sensitive, but it was if the stockings and my feet were communicating with each other, nerve endings were firing and the return signal was silky smoothness. I slowly and carfully pulled the stocking up my leg, passed a rather thin ankle, over my rounded calf, and finally over my knee. Before I tried to attached the garter, I held the stocking up with my left hand and ran my right hand down my leg, feeling the message my brain recieved was one of confusio: my hand loved feeling the delicate material , and my leg loved being felt, but somehow it felt like the boy in me was loving running my hands all over the newly shaved, and stocking clad leg, much like any eger male would fondle a hot babe in lingerie for the first time, but it was someone elses leg, and that someone else, another part of me I have never known before was in extacy screaming to be satisfied! I slowed down the process before I blew my wad. I actually had to close my eyes, lay back on the bed and think about all of the football plays I was supposed to be learning in order to calm myself down enough to continue. Finally after a couple of minutes, I felt as if I was in controll enough to continue. I pulled the top of the stocking up towards the garter attachment and the garter attachement towards the stocking. The stockings were a white color with thick pink bands around the top where the garters attached, there were also smalll pink bows on ther front and back of the stockings. I noticed that the garter had a very strange clasp that attached to the the stocking....after several moments I finally figured it out... It is amazing that the stocking pulling against the garter is the only thing that keeps the attachement working...also how easy it really is to pop that attachment off. The back side was much trickier, but if another few minutes, and after a few failed attempts, I was able to clasp it in place. After I was certain I wasn't going to come un done, I once again started running my hands up and down that leg. I loved the mixed confusing signals that my body was sending to my brain, alnd the way the delicate material was clinging to every screaming nerve ending in my shaved leg... I wanted to continue, but I also knew I must see and feel how the whole out-fit felt on my body. I reached to grab the other stocking, and when I did, the stocking clad leg rubbed against my naked shaved leg, once again i felt like a young child experiencing eating candy for the fist time... the feeling of my naked leg so smooth, rubbing against the stocking clad leg was unbelievable I rubbed them together, and began slightly moaning in ecstacy. I felt so strangely wonderful-- what was going on, I thought!? Once again I had to lay back on my back and concentrate hard on those football plays...finally I was able to settle down enough to continue. When I finally settled down a little, I sat up and began repeating the same process of putting on the other stocking. Once again I was in total amazement of how good it was feeling, and I love the constant light pressure the stockings were putting on my legs. It was almost as if I was just adding a sexy new layer of skin to my legs. The second stocking went on a little easier, and after attaching the garter attachment, I stood up and, instincively did a deep squat as if to stretch everything in position. I loved the way the stockings pulled against the garters and the garters pulled against the stockings. It felt like I was neatly wrapped in a beautiful package. I was also amazed how well everything seemed to fit. The lacy garter belt rested on my hips just below my belly button, and the garter straps, pulled extremely tight attached to my thighs about three quarters of the way up my thigh. I grabbed the package that the stockings came in, glancing at the photo of the model wearing them on the package. I wanted to see how I compared when I looked in the mirror. I stood up again and walked over to the mirror, I wanted to see myself from the back first, so I turned around before I looked up. When I looked up at the mirror and finally saw myself--I couldn't believe my eyes--surely this wasn't me I was looking at--it looked just like the photo--no better than the photo! I slowly raised up on my toes like the model in the photo was doing and immediatly felt a rush-- Uncontrollable I dropped the package and reached for my manhood trying to apply pressure-- It was too late... Milky whiteness shot from the top of the panties violently sending sticky fluid flying across the room in several powerful bursts. Crap! How did I lose control so quickly -- I wasn't ready!!! Knock, Knock, Knock! on the door Click, Click, Click of the door knob, Click... "Alan, it is time for dinner! What are you doing in there? And why is this door locked!!" Crap! Crap! Crap! It was my mother!! "Alan, open this door right now, I need to talk to you!" my mother said through the door with an elevated voice. Panic was in my face I almost passed out... "Um... hold on, I am changing," I said, and frantically began fumbling with the garter attachments trying to get them off, my hands were shaking violently and I couldn't controll them. "I just got back from the gym, and I don't want to be smelly for dinner," I stammerd. "I'll be down in a minute." "That's a first," my mother said. "Hurry or dinner will be cold! We are all waiting! Satisfied with my answer, my mother walked away down the hall. I realized that I was not about to get busted, but that was an extremely close call. -- Never again with anyone home I thought to myself. I looked down and realized that I had soiled the front of the panties! "Crrraaaaap!" I exaggerated out loud what would I do now? I needed to get this stuff off quickly, clean up my mess, appear clean, and head down stairs for dinner quickly. Slowly my heart rate started to return to normal. I was still extremely hard, but I bgegan taking off the stockings carefully. I unhooked the front right stocking followed by the back, and carefully rolled the stocking off of my silky smoothe leg. It felt fantastic coming off as well, but I had no time to enjoy it, if I didn't hurry, someone would be pounding on my door again and I didn't want to have to play 20 questions again. Carefully I folded the stocking and placed it on the bed, and repeated the process with the left. Then I rotated the hooks on the garter belt from the back to the front, and then unhooked them. I folded the garter on top of the stocking and then slid the g-string panties down and off. I felt sick as I realized they needed to be washed. I grabbed some tissue from the dresser and tried to wipe them off as best as possible, and then went quickly hunting for the comets that launched in all directions earlier. I found a few and wiped them up as much as possible. I grabbed the garter, panties and stocking, wrapped them in a towel, and quickly tucked them under the mattress. Then I quickly put on some jeans and a sweatshirt and ran down stairs. When I walked into the dining room, it seemed as if everyone was staring at me...even the baby. Did they know?? Not possible. "What is going on Alan?" my mom asked. "Why are you keeping us waiting!?" my father barked. He was not known to be a patient man. I quickly sat down, and shrugged my shoulders. I know I must have had that deer in the headlights look, but I tried to play as normal as possible until... "You smell like a girl," my sister blirted out sniffing me... "Is that Victoria's secret?" My face went beet red as everyone began staring and sniffing my direction... I realized that the smell of the lotion Ell had put on my legs was strong enough to be noticed even under my pants.... "NO!" I said. "It is probably just some sunscreen from swimming today." I defended. "Well, smells kind of girlie to me" my sister giggled and shrugged and went back to her dinner. I sent her a mean look... "Speaking of Girlie," my father said, "someone is looking like it is time for another hair cut. I will get the trimmer after dinner." My dad, with the permanent flat top, had always thought it was nesicary for boys to have a buzz cut from age 3 until death --'anything longer was for hoodlums and hippies.' -He had said on more than one occassion. "I thought I might grow it out a little, Dad," I replied "Why in SamHell would you want to do that?!" he said staring right through me. I played the only card that worked on my Dad... "Well, all the other guys are doing it this year for football. It is a team thing," I lied ...but how could I let him cut my hair? I couldn't .... Ell Loved it too much and I loved her too much. "Hmmmph," my father said, beaten for the moment. "When I was your age. Blah blah blah....." I tuned out, I was beginning to think of the lingerie up in my room, and that I needed to clean the panties so that Ell wouldn't know what had happend to them. I would wear them again tomorrow...under my pants, and only because I craved Ell's lips like the desert flower craves the rain -- the thoughts caused almost immediate increased blood flow.... "Are you listing to me?" my dad said. "What has gotten into you lately?" "Huh?" I said. "How is your weight training going? You are looking thinner by the week, and you hardly have touched your dinner. If you lose your spot on the team because you have been hanging out by the pool all summer I will be very dissapointed!" my dad said as a matter of fact. "Yes sir," I said and took a big bite of meat loaf. He was right though, I was getting thinner. I barely was weighing 125 now and was trying to wear baggier clothes around the house so no one would say anything. Although I was still going to gym, I definatly wasn't getting any bigger or stronger. The time I was there all I could think about was how soon I would be done so I could go and see Ell at The tanning salon. I was starting to wear sweats even in the gym as well -- I wasn't filling out the muscle shirts like I had been earlier this summer and didn't want to look weak there, even though I was beginning to feel weak and a little vulnerable physically. The truth is, the more I hung around Ell, the less excited I was about all of the time that football was going to take up. And with all of the trouble I was having putting on weight, I would be lucky to be able to stay on the team let alone have a starting position. The rest of dinner was uneventful except for a few strange looks from my sister. I pulled a face at her and she looked away. I noticed that I didn't have much of an apetite, and asked if I could be excused. "I'm not feeling well, may I be excused I need to get some rest for the gym tomorrow." Once again exploiting the only avenue that held any ground with my Dad. "Ok," he said. "I want you to start writing down all of you exercises so I can go over it later this week and help you," he said. Without response to that I stood up and began heading to my room. My heart began to pound loudly as I anticipated my return to my bedroom. I was careful howerver not to run...that would have caused suspision. "Goodnight, I think I am going to bed early," I said. When I reached my room, I quickly jumped to where I had hidden the *unmentionables* Under my mattress. I grabbed the panties that I had wrapped in some tissue, stuffed them in my pocket and went to the bathroom.... Oh! No! I thought when I unwrapped the panties....they were a mess. I quickly began running them under some cold water hoping they would clean up. It was embarrassing enough, what Ell had asked me to do...now what is goning to happen when she sees them all cum-stained! I turned the hair drier onto them, under cold air of course....luckily they dried quickly, being such a delicate material... When I was finished drying them out, I bolted back into my room and locked the door. I wrapped the panties and hoisery back into the towel and stuffed the whole thing back under my mattress. Knock Knock Knock! The door again. Damn! Who is it now... "Just a minute!" I yelled. I opened the door slowly...my sister pushed the door open forcefully! I was surprised normaly I could close it before she could get her foot in. Was she getting stronger? "What the Hell Alan," she said as she shoved her way into my room. "What-" I replied. "You and I both know that is Victorias Secret Love spell lotion I am smelling! So don't try to pretend it is some tanning lotion!!! And what is up with your face! Not a singe zit! I would die for that complection....!" My sister sounded distressed. My sister was right, I had always admired her for her complection,with maybe one or two random zits here and there, but now she couldn't hold a candle to my perfectly smooth, bronze face.. "Please tell me what you are doing it just isn't fair!!" she pleaded. "OK first of all-- my life is non of your business, second of all, get the Hell out of my room before I throw you out!" I felt emotion steeming upand my face had flushed, normally my sister never challenged me, but today for some reason I wasn't as confident. "Finnnneeee," she over emphasized, and marched to the door..... She paused briefly, turned on her heel and said, "But I am watching you." She pointed her fingers at her eyes and then one at me. With that she shut the door and went away. Finally. Peace. I felt drained. It had been an 'emotional' day for me. I felt like I wanted to cry. What the hell is wrong with me I thought. I went to the cupboard, grabbed a couple of tanning tablets and gulped them down. I pulled off my sweat pants and climbed into bed. Another new uexpected sensation! As I climbed into bed I felt every nerve ending in my legs scream in extacy as they slipped into the cold sheets... "Holy crap," I half said out loud....girls get to feel this every time they go to bed!? Holy crap! I thought to my self. For a few minutes I moved my legs back and forth savoring the sensual feel of the cool sheets against my legs. I couldn't help but think back on the days events... Ell, getting me pinned, being forced to shave my legs...the stockings, and most of all tomorrow....the pending make out session I know I have earned! My heart skipped a beat as I thought of Ell, her dark eyes and perfect smile and pout of a mouth, perhaps even slipping her tougue into my mouth! Slowly I dozed off into a daze of a sleep. Mostly from exhaustion... The next day I waited until around 10:00 to get up. I had no desire to eat breakfast with my family , and I knew everyone would be long gone...espicially my nosy sister who was in life gurading at the local pool... My heartrate immediatly began to quicken as I realized what day it was and what was about to happen! I knew Glamour Tan opend at 9:00 and Ell was already there!! I could hardly stand the antisipation. I quickly climbed out of bed, slipped into my sweats and went down stairs. I scanned the house, calling names of people I knew couldn't possibly be home, but I also wasn't going to take any more chances-- I wasn't getting caught in this game, I was so close to the finish line ( or so I thought) that Ell would be mine! I half sprinted up the stairs and out of instinct locked the door. I almost lept over to the bed where the lingerie was safely hidden, reached under the mattress and pulled out the towel. Carefully I opend it up and neatly laid the contents on the bed, unfolding the stockings, the garter belt and the panties. Luckily my quick wash job had worked and only close inspection could see anything of a stain on the panties. I carefully placed the stockings, panties, and garter belt on the bed. Without thinking I placed them in position they would be on my body. I glanced down at the sexy lingerie and wondered if I could really leave the house wearing this... What if I got hit by a car or fainted... What would the ambulance think when they found me all dolled up underneith my jeans?... My heartrate increased and I knew I had to go through with it. Yes, there is risk... But Ell, how often do mortals get the chance to make out with angels?! I reached down and let my hand run up my leg starting at the out side of the ankle, and finishing just above my knee. Still completely smooth without a trace of stubble...I wonder how long it will take to grow back enought until no-one notices.... I pulled off my boxer shorts and began the careful process of putting the lingerie back on. I noticed although the sight of the lingerie cased me to become hard, it was nothing like last night. Once again I followed the instructions carefully with the delicate, and oh, so sexy marterial. I placed the garter belt on backwards, clasped the hooks, and turned it around. Next I placed the panties up and over...well as much as possible my manhood. Next, one by one I bunched up the stockings and slowly rolled them up each leg. The process was once again tantalizing. For some reason I felt so incredibly sexy.. I know I should have felt like a freak, but no, not in the comfort of my locked room, and certainly not with the approval of Ell. After each stocking was carfully attached to the garter, once again I went over to the full length mirror to inspect.... Holy- I paused and turned, How could I look good in this? I seriously look like something I have only seen in my mothers lady magazines. What the hell. I couldn't help but admire myself. I had lo