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Randi Author's note: This story was originally written in 1994. I found it reread it and while I liked the premise of the story I didn't like the way it went in parts. There were two sequels written (well, one and a half) that if there is enough interest in Randall and Denise I will look at rewriting them as well. Please review and let me know if it is worth the effort. Randall sat at the bar staring down into the brown tinted ice that used to be a rum and coke. He was a bit concerned about how high his tab was going to be; 5 drinks and 3 shots of Peppermint Schnapps and it wasn't even midnight yet. He was thinking it might have to be a short night but not yet. He hadn't been sleeping well for the last month. Normally he enjoyed dreaming but when he woke from these dreams, several times a night, they disappeared from his memory before he could get any idea of what they were. They weren't nightmares, he didn't wake up scared, but they were unsettling for some reason; probably because he would wake up with a screaming hard-on just begging for attention. He tried picking up a girl a month ago when they first started thinking a little sex might alleviate the problem. The sex was good, but left him feeling unfulfilled, he wasn't really a one-night stand kind of guy, and he wanted a connection that would make him want to stay around through breakfast. That girl, whose name he couldn't recall, just wasn't it. "Another drink?" the bartender interrupted his thoughts as she removed his glass. "I guess so, Betty," he sighed, "nothing better to do." "Rough night? I don't think I've seen you drink this much in a while." Some concern in her voice as she filled the glass with ice. "Just a bunch of stuff on my mind, I guess. I'm not very good at nursing drinks either if all I'm doing is sitting." "I have a couple ears that you can borrow if you like," she offered as she placed the new drink in front of him. "Thanks," Randall offered a smile. "I think I need to work through this on my own." "OK, holler if I can help." She turned and headed to the other end of the bar. Randall watched her legs beneath the hem of the short black skirt she wore. He looked higher watching the skirt flex as she walked, the lines showing her panties had crept a bit higher on one side than might be comfortable. Suddenly he glanced at the guy at the end of the bar, her boyfriend George, hoping he hadn't been caught leering. Fortunately, George was intently watching sports highlights and barely acknowledged Betty as she approached. He had known Betty for a couple years that he had been coming into this particular bar. She was always friendly and they had talked many times. He found her very attractive, not in a cover model kind of way, but something that just seemed to add all the pieces up made her desirable. "You want to help me?" Randall muttered, "Dump George and come jump in my bed." "Pardon me?" a voice from his right. He snapped his head around in surprise. There was now someone occupying the barstool next to him. She was an attractive woman, dressed as though she had come from an office. Before he could do more than take in everything he realized he was staring with his mouth hanging open. "Oh, sorry, you surprised me," he muttered. "Yeah, I figured that. But you were talking to yourself and I wasn't certain that you wanted me to hear it, so I thought I would give you a bit of a warning." She gave Randall a warm smile while hesitating for just a minute. "Mind if I sit here, or would you prefer to just keep talking to yourself?" she teased. "No, please stay. Could I buy you a drink as a repayment for saving me from embarrassing myself?" he offered. "That would be very nice," she nodded, "scotch rocks, please." Randall turned and called "Hey Betty, new customer here, I'd like to but her a scotch rocks." "Sure," she called as she turned to walk back up the bar. "Sorry I didn't see you come in." "I must be invisible today," the woman answered. "Nobody seems to see me." She laughed a bit, not forced, showing it was a joke. "Wish I had that problem sometimes," Betty answered. "Let me know if you want anything else." She headed back to George. The lady picked up her drink and took a sip; Randall took the opportunity to take a good look. She looked to be about the same age as he, mid-twenties. She was pretty, but he wasn't sure how much was enhanced by the make-up she was wearing, definitely worked in an office. She had on a pale blue dress, the hem draped just over her knees, the skirt fanned down hiding most of the upper part of the stool, the top came down in a V but no real cleavage was visible, it wasn't very tight allowing for breasts, but not large ones. As she tilted the glass to her lips the top of the dress puffed out a little exposing a bit of black lace. Randall felt his eyes widen and quickly looked away taking his own drink in hand. "Oh, I really needed this," she said. "Thank you for the drink." "Randall," he offered raising his glass in her direction. "And the pleasure is mine." "Denise," she returned. Raised her glass to his and clinked it lightly and then took another sip. Randall sipped his and put it back down on the bar. "Do you work near here? I just haven't seen you here before." "Not far from here, been there about a month. I noticed this place on my way home and thought I would check it out." "Well, I think you picked a good one. It's a neighborhood type bar with a decent regular crowd. Once people get to know you here they leave you alone unless you don't want to be left alone." "Sounds like my kind of place," she nodded. Randall and Denise chatted on for a while getting to know one another better. Randall figured if tonight was a night she wanted to be left alone she could have picked a stool further from him. He chose to keep it light and it did distract him from his own problems. "Last call," Betty appeared before them. "Care for one on the house as a parting gift?" Randall looked up at the clock; he couldn't believe the last few hours had passed that quickly. "Please," he pushed his glass across the bar. Denise nodded and pushed hers over as well. Within a minute two fresh drinks and a pair of tabs were resting on the bar in front of them. Randall and Denise each dug out credit cards and laid them down. "I can't believe the time is gone," Randall confessed. "I, um." He faltered trying to find the words to ask her to dinner the next night. Denise smiled and leaned toward him lowering her voice to a whisper. "I know, and I think I know what you would like." She laid her hand on the top of his thigh, her fingers lightly drifting down inside. "You like to get into this dress, wouldn't you?" The dinner invitation disappeared from his mind and a new image came to it: the two of them wrestling among the sheets in his bed. He shifted on his stool trying to adjust himself without being obvious about it. Another thought came to him and he saddened a bit. "You're not going to say 'because there is already one asshole in there already', or something like that are you?" Randall asked in a sigh. "Because I really thought we were getting along really well." Denise shook her head. "No, that isn't what I was going to say. I agree, we've been getting along very well, better than I have with any guy in a very long time. It is a legitimate offer. So, are you coming?" She finished signing her receipt and got up from the stool. She was almost the same height as Randall. "Absolutely," Randall scribbled in a good tip and a signature as Denise walked slowly toward the door. "Thanks Betty," he called as tossed the pen down. "Yes, thank you," Denise added from the door. "I think I'll likely come back." "Thank you both, have a good night," Betty returned while washing the glasses. George sat staring at the TV unaware of everything going on. Randall and Denise walked out the door and around the corner of the building into the parking lot. "I live about 6 miles from here and I prefer to go to my place," Denise told him as she stepped up to a red Camaro. "Do you want to ride with me or would you like to follow me?" "I have my own car," Randall pointed over his shoulder to a Mustang convertible just a few spots away. "I'll follow you." "OK, let's just take it easy," she told him. "I could probably avoid a DUI but I'm not sure about you. You sure you don't want to ride with me?" "I'm good. You say it's not far. Let's just stay with the speed limit." Randall walked to his car. As he followed the taillights of the Camaro down the street he was thinking of how lucky he was. He heard other guys talk about picking up girls in a bar bragging on their conquests. The time he had done it a few weeks ago reminded him why he didn't like doing it, he had felt so empty the next day. But Denise, she seemed to be terrific. They talked about real things over the last few hours. He wanted to spend more time with her and she suggested going to her place! He was ecstatic, and excited. As they pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex he started taking deep breaths in an attempt to slow his racing heart. He found an empty non-reserved spot and pulled in. As he climbed out of the car, making sure he had his keys in hand as he locked the door, he spotted Denise walking toward a breezeway, he followed. He saw her glance over her shoulder and walk in by-passing the stairway. He entered and saw light leaking through a door that had been left open at the opposite end so went and eased himself through the door. "Hello?" he cautiously called out. "Denise?" "You're in the right place," her voice called back down a hallway to his right. "Check the bar in the corner and make us a couple drinks." Randall closed and locked the door and looking around spotted a stand-up bar in the corner. He walked over, found glasses and lots of different types of liquor. There was a small refrigerator tucked down in a corner with and ice tray and soft drinks. He poured her a scotch and mixed his own rum and coke. He grabbed a couple coasters for the coffee table and took a seat on the couch, wondering what would happen next. He scanned the room while he waited taking note of the knick-knacks, art on the walls, TV and sound system. Everything spotless and well ordered. "You like the place?" Denise asked as she entered the room. "Yeah, very nice," Randall nodded. "Must cost..." he stopped as he caught sight of her. She had changed into a black silk kimono with white trim. It was very short and really displayed her nicely shaped legs. "Wow." "Thank you," she purred. "I'm glad you approve. Now why don't you go change?" "Huh," he furrowed his brow. "I didn't bring anything to change into." "Of course you didn't. I left my dress and the other things you will need in the bathroom for you. You did agree you would like to get into my dress. Here is your opportunity." She sipped her drink. "If you are having second thoughts, I understand. It was nice talking with you tonight, perhaps we'll see each other at the bar sometime, but you ought to be heading home." Randall just sat for a minute staring at Denise; he blinked several times trying to sort through the slightly fuzzy memory of that discussion. "Yeah, I did agree with you that I would, but I didn't think you meant it literally." "Well, I say what I mean," there wasn't any humor in her voice now. "So, make a decision, go to the bathroom and change, or go home." Randall took a solid swallow from his glass and stood up. He started walking in the direction of the door and hallway; he hadn't really decided which he was going to take. When he reached the door he veered up the hallway instead. Finding the bathroom door he entered and closed it behind him. He placed his hands on the sink and leaning over just stared at himself in the mirror for a minute. "What are you doing?" he asked the slightly blood-shot eyes in the mirror. "You might like her but you don't know her. She could be up to anything here." He looked around the bathroom taking note of various things on the counter, in the shower, and medicine cabinet. Everything indicated that she lived there alone, so it probably wasn't some kind of setup. Besides, he didn't have enough money to make it worth going through this kind of trouble. "I've been watching too many cop shows," he laughed to himself. "Whatever she is up to I think I want to find out. Worst case, I tell people I was drunk and horny." He nodded to himself in the mirror and he proceeded to take off his clothes. He looked around and found pantyhose, bra and the dress hanging on the back of the door. He picked up the pair of pantyhose that was lying on the counter. He sat on the toilet and tried sliding his leg into one side. He ended up with the waistband at his knee and a long piece of nylon hanging from the end of his foot. He thought for a second and removed it starting over. Gathering the hose on his fingers he placed his toes into the ring of nylon and pulled them along letting the material out encasing his leg all the way up his thigh. He ran his hand up his leg marveling at the feel, taking note of the hairs he could see trapped beneath, not too much hair though, and he felt oddly satisfied at that. He gathered the other leg up the same way and tried raising he foot high enough to get into the opening. He nearly fell off the toilet teetering back and forth. He decided to slide the top of the first leg back down to his knee and then managed to get the second leg on. He alternately worked the hose to the top finally pulling the waist up to his belly button. He ran his hands over himself, front and back, watching as his cock strained against the hosiery. "Stop," he chastised himself. "I'm not going to stand here feeling myself up all night." He took the bra, the lace he had seen earlier was just the edge, and the rest was a light blue. The clasp was in the front between the cups so he put his rams in the straps and pulled it up on his shoulders. Even though that seemed like it was going to be easier than the pantyhose it offered its own challenges as he tried to get hold of the clasps which kept disappearing beneath his arms. He finally got hold of both ends and giving a good stretch managed to connect them. He shrugged and twisted and tugged a bit here and there and finally got it to where he felt like it was supposed to be, though comfortable was not a word he would use to describe it. He took the dress off the hanger. It felt lighter than he expected it would feel, the material was smooth in his fingers. There weren't any zippers or buttons to mess with, for which he was grateful. He arranged it and slid his arm through the short sleeves, then taking another breath, though not as deep since his chest was now somewhat restricted, he pulled it over his head. It bunched up a bit, trapped by the elastic in the waist, so he pulled a bit on one edge and the dress fell free down his body. He felt the skirt slide down his legs, feeling more like a like breeze. Then he pulled and smoothed making sure the dress was correctly situated, the waist settled just above his hips. He looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. He was only able to see himself from the waist up. "I don't think I look too bad," he remarked to himself. "Best get this over with." He turned to leave the bathroom and that's when he saw himself from head to toe in the full length mirror on the bathroom door that he hadn't noticed when the dress was hanging in front of it. Suddenly he was overcome with a sense of d?j? vu. The dreams he couldn't get hold of in the morning now so clear in his head. Was it a warning? Or maybe it was an assurance that this was alright? He hoped for the latter. He opened the door and went back to the living room; his senses alive now feeling the dress move against him. He entered the room and saw Denise sitting on the couch, legs crossed, the kimono parted showing her thigh to the point where he wondered if she were wearing anything under it. He began reacting to the thought immediately. "Nice," she commented as she eyed him up and down. "Any problems?" "A few minor glitches but I think I got everything done right," he replied. "You didn't leave me any panties though." Denise grinned, "I hardly ever wear them, especially with hose. But if you want I can get you a pair. They might help with that problem I see growing in the front of your dress." Randall looked down, saw the lump and quickly moved his hands to hide it. "No, that's ok. I don't want to go through taking off and putting on the pantyhose again. "So, what now?" "Come over here and sit on the couch with me, have some more of your drink, let's talk a little more," her voice seductively quiet. Randall moved to the couch, turned and gathered the skirt as he sat. "You did that very well," Denise praised him. "I thought you might still thud around like a guy." "Well, I've been watching women move a long time," Randall answered taking another long swallow from his drink. "I guess it just sank in that I should do it that way." She leaned over and kissed Randall lightly on the lips. Randall was literally shaking with excitement. He tried to turn to meet her lips but ended up elbowing her in the ribs in the process. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you?" "You didn't. Relax," Denise cooed. "Look, your drink is almost empty, why don't you make us a couple fresh drinks, take a couple deep breaths and relax. We have all night." "Deep breaths aren't that easy in this bra," Randall told her as he took both glasses to the bar. Denise giggled. Randall disappeared as he squatted down behind the bar filling the glasses with ice and some coke in his own. When he stood to pour the booze he saw Denise had removed the kimono. She was wearing a black lace teddy, cut high over her hips, the neckline down almost to her navel showing the swell of her breasts but covering her nipples. He thought he might just be able to see the shadow of them beneath the fabric but couldn't be sure. "Are you going to finish making those drinks or just stand there staring," she chided. "Oh, yeah, sorry," Randall stammered in response. His hands were shaking badly as the bottles rattled against the rims of the glasses while he poured. Taking the glasses back to couch Denise stood just before he got there taking them from his hands, she placed them on the coasters. Turning back toward him, she leaned up and kissed him again, deeply. Randall wrapped his arms around her trying to take in all the sensations at once: her lips, her tongue, the feel of the lace beneath his hands, the feel of the dress against his own body. He ran his hands down and found the bare skin of her ass. They broke the kiss and he leaned his head over her shoulder looking down. The teddy wasn't quite a thong back but it was pretty close. She kissed his neck and reached up with one hand rubbing his nipple through the dress and bra. Randall responded as she wanted, she could feel him pressed against her body. With her other hand she grabbed a handful of skirt and pulled it up, abandoning the nipple her other hand grabbed more. She let the skirt fall over her arms as she laid her hands on the bottom of Randall's ass, feeling him through the pantyhose. Randall moved a hand up between them pushing the teddy aside freeing a breast. He squeezed gently while letting the nipple rub gently against the dress he wore, knowing how silky it would feel to her. He was rewarded with a slight gasp against his neck. Denise moved her hands from the back to the front and began stroking him through the hose. Randall reached between her legs, felt a ridge and began to unsnap the teddy. "No, I want this first," Denise stepped back from his hand. Dropping to her knees she pulled his skirt over her head. Randall felt her finger working inside the waistband of the pantyhose and then then being pulled down releasing him. She left them just below the bottom of his butt, his balls still resting on a nylon hammock. Randall closed his eyes as he felt her fingers curl around his shaft, gently stroking. Unable to see what she was up to heightened the sensation. He tried to look anyway but could only see the shape of her kneeling body beneath the dress he wore. Suddenly he felt the warmth of her mouth on him and he let his head flop back and eyes close. He could feel her hand working the bottom while her mouth worked the top. He sucked in a breath as he approached climax, once again becoming aware of the band encircling his chest. And then he exploded and he heard her hungrily sucking trying to keep up with wave after wave of his orgasm. He staggered a little as he finally reached completion and felt her hand grab his ass in an attempt to keep him from falling. He regained his balance and felt her pulling the pantyhose back up and gently making sure his penis was back in place. She then backed out from under his dress. "I wasn't sure you were going to stop for a second. Been saving for a rainy day?" she grinned. Randall staggered a bit to the couch and collapsed much less ladylike than his previous attempt to take a seat. "It has been a while. Actually, I am surprised I lasted as long as I did." He reached his hand out to Denise. She took his hand and sat beside him pulling his arm around her. She them started rearranging his dress into a more respectable appearance. Randall pulled he knees together to accommodate her efforts, then hugging her close with the arm around her, he reached with his other hand to tickle the nipple straining against the lace, the other was pressed firmly in his side. "Are you ready for more already?" Denise purred letting her fingers slide inside the top of the dress and into the bra underneath, circling and caressing his nipple. Rather than answer, Randall gently pushed Denise back away from him. Then leaned and kissed her mouth. He worked his way down to her neck and then to the exposed breast. While he licked and sucked he exposed the other, pinching it lightly between his fingers until he decided his tongue had neglected it long enough. He reached back between her legs unsnapping the teddy and proceeding to explore her with his fingers. Denise lay back and Randall lowered himself further kissing her thighs first then settling in between them kissing, licking, and sucking. He continued until he heard her cry out and her legs dropped back down on either side of him. "Oh, my," Denise groaned. "I think I chose pretty well." "I'm glad you approve," Randall spoke, still peering up from between Denise's legs. "I would have hated to disappoint you after you did such an incredible job on me." She reached down touching the side of his face. "Come on. Sit up." As Randall rose up Denise got up and put herself back together, then sat back on the couch. Randall sat up and rearranged his dress. Denise put the kimono back on and sat beside him. They cuddled a little on the couch and sampled their drinks, saying nothing for a few minutes. "So, can you stay or are you running out on me?" Denise whispered. Randall picked at his skirt. "Actually, I don't have anywhere I need to be until Monday morning. So if that is an offer, I'd like to stay." "That is an offer," Denise stood up and took Randall's hand. "Let's go to bed." She proceeded to lead him back down the hall to her bedroom. Once there, Denise quickly stripped and then helped Randall out of the dress, bra and pantyhose. They crawled into the bed together and Randall was happy to find he was once again ready for more. After several minutes of kissing and touching Randall rolled on top and slowly entered Denise. It was slow and intense and after another fifteen minutes they fell into an exhausted sleep. * - * - * The next morning Randall woke with the sun in his eyes. He grimaced a bit as his head reminded him of how much he had to drink the night before. Shading his eyes he looked around slightly confused as to where he was. He spotted a blue dress draped over the back of a chair and clarity struck him like a brick. He whipped his head around looking at the other side of the bed he was in which caused him to wince a bit, but he saw he was alone. He dropped his feet to the floor and trudged off to the bathroom. He took care of his morning business then washed his face and drank some water trying to wash away the cotton that seemed to be there. He looked around for the clothes he thought he had left there but they were nowhere to be seen. He went back to the bedroom and grabbed the kimono from the chair. "Hello? Denise?" he called as he tied the sash. He wandered the apartment looking for her but she wasn't there. He was starting to get a bit concerned when he heard the front door open. "Hello?" he called. "Oh, are you up?" Denise answered. "You were sleeping so hard I didn't think you would be up before I got back." She entered the kitchen, looked him over and smiled as she put a bag on the table. "Wait here, I'll be right back." "What happened to my clothes?" Randall called as she disappeared. "I thought I left them in the bathroom but I couldn't find them." "I put them away for now," she answered as she came back in the kitchen. "You won't need them for a while. You did tell me you had nowhere to be until Monday morning and I thought we might have a special weekend together." Randall began responding immediately, parting the kimono. "Oh, here," Denise said tossing him a pair of panties. "We'll get to that, believe me, but for now I think you need something to keep it inside the robe." Randall held up the panties, a sheer white string bikini. Looking at Denise he obediently slipped them on and closed up the kimono again. "What did you have in mind?" he asked. "Well, you seemed to enjoy last night as much as I did. You are interesting and I like talking to you. I've decided I'd like to have you around for the weekend but I want it just like last night. I will teach you to behave like a lady, though you seem to be doing some things quite well on your own," she explained. "Do I have any say in this?" Randall asked pulling the kimono a little tighter. "Of course you do," Denise replied. "Say you want to leave and I give you your clothes back. Just like last night, your choice: do as I want and stay, or leave and maybe we don't see each other again." Randall stood there thinking, deciding. He had enjoyed the previous night, the sex had been fantastic, and the revelation that his dream had been a foreshadowing of him wearing that dress also had him wondering if that is something he had always wanted to do. He really liked Denise, enjoyed the talking as much as anything. At last he decided that he wouldn't be spending so much thought on it if he didn't already want to do it. He was actually looking for a reason not to rather than a reason to do it. "OK. I can do that," he told her. "Great!" she beamed. "I'll make us some breakfast and then we'll get down to turning you into my girlfriend. Have a seat, we'll be eating soon." Randall sat in one of the chairs, pulling the kimono down a bit trying to keep the cold seat from touching bare skin. He tucked the front between his legs as he crossed them. He watched Denise as she scurried about the room. She was in a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a short skirt, anklet socks and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Soon breakfast was ready and they dug in. Randall stood to clean up the dishes but Denise stopped him. "I'll take care of these. You need to go take a bath. A bath," she commanded, "not a shower. Use the body wash that is in there, I'll be in to help you shave. You don't have a lot of hair but it will be nicer without it." Randall went to the bathroom and ran the water into the tub. While it was filling he hung the kimono on the hanger the dress had been on the previous night. Catching sight of himself in the mirror he looked at how the panty fit. He pulled it off dropping it on the floor and climbed into the tub. He washed himself off smelling the lavender scent of the body wash he was using. When he felt he was sufficiently clean he leaned back and just let his body soak. He didn't get long before Denise came into the bathroom. "Well, you look awful comfortable," she observed, "I guess I need to join you." He watched as she undressed and then climbed into the opposite end of the tub. She took a leg and placed his foot between her breasts. Then she picked up a razor and began shaving it below the knee. When she finished she did the other leg. She repositioned herself and shaved his arms and chest. "I need you to stand up," she whispered. Randall dutifully got to his feet, water running down his body, dripping into the water below. His erection showing Denise she had no need to ask if he was enjoying it. She proceeded to shave the rest of his body that had been previously under the water line except for a small patch of pubic hair just above the base of the shaft. "Well, since you have been so good about this, and since it will be easier dressing you if you aren't hard as a rock, I think I'll help you out a little." She began stroking him with one hand, her other reached between his legs taking his balls and gently massaging them. She increased the speed of her strokes and soon Randall was emitting little moans of delight. At last he erupted, shooting streams of cum across the tub into the water. "Mmmm," Denise giggled. "I love watching that. You need to dry off while I get your things together. You aren't going to fall down if I let go are you?" "No," Randall muttered. "I'll be ok." Denise scooped up the clothes she had been wearing and left. Randall got out of the tub and headed for the toilet. He decided to sit to take care of business as his knees were a bit shaky and he didn't trust his aim. While he sat there he found himself musing over the last few hours. He definitely enjoyed all the sex, he actually enjoyed the attention she had been showing him besides just the sex, and, though he wasn't ready to admit it to anyone else, he actually enjoyed wearing her clothes. Denise came back into the room dressed as she had been just as Randall finished his business. "Oh, good. That reminds me that when you are here you should be doing things the way a woman would, like sitting while using the toilet," she instructed. "Also, I hope you like the name Randi, with an 'i' because that is what I want to call you when you are here in your girl persona." "Well, I always thought Randy sounded a bit juvenile," he answered, "but I guess in this context, I can work with it." She handed him a bra and pantyhose. "Go ahead and get these on, you can wear the panty you had on earlier, unless you choose not to wear one, you're choice. When you are ready I'll do your make-up and hair." Randi started getting dressed, he decided he wanted the panty and while he worked the pantyhose on he asked, "Why me? What made you decide to go through all this with me?" "Having second thoughts?" she asked. "No, just curious." "Well, first there wasn't a lot of choice at the bar. You looked fairly harmless to me. And I didn't go in there looking to pick someone up anyway, I just felt like I needed to relax and have a drink. I suddenly thought I would feel pathetic sitting alone at the bar so I chose the seat near you. Figured we would either talk or not, fine with me either way. When we started talking, I found myself wanting to spend more time with you. I have my own hang-ups, which maybe we'll talk about one day, but I decided that if you would go for what I asked last night, then you might be a good one to hang around with for a bit of fun. You freaked out less than I expected and it was so worth it. "When I woke up this morning I felt that I could make you into a pretty decent girl if you were still up for it. I knew there was a good chance that you might have gotten what you wanted and would decide to leave, and I was ready for that. I am so glad you've decided to indulge me. I am sure you won't regret it." Randi finished adjusting the bra he had just put on and nodded. "OK, let's see what you have in store for me next then." Denise gave him a radiant smile and went to work on his make-up telling him about what she was doing and how she was camouflaging his face to make him appear more feminine. Then she tackled his hair, which he preferred to keep fairly long, messing with it, trying several simple styles until she felt she had found one that worked. "OK, have a look," she stepped away giving him access to the mirror above the sink. Randi stood and faced the mirror. At first he didn't recognize the face looking back. He leaned a bit closer, stared at his own eyes before he really believed it was him. "That is amazing," he said aloud, though to Denise or himself he wasn't sure. "I told you," Denise whispered moving close beside him, "I thought I could make you into a pretty decent girl. Now, come on, let's get you dressed the rest of the way. We can't have you hanging out in your underwear all day." Denise took Randi's hand and led him to the bedroom and had him sit on the edge of the bed while she went into her closet. After a moment she emerged with some clothes. "Let's see how these look on you," she laid them on the bed. Randi picked up a plain white camisole with spaghetti straps and removed the hanger. "Oh, before you put that on put these into your bra, you need a bit of something to fill it out," Denise tossed him a couple pairs of pantyhose that were balled up. Randall caught them then placed them into the cups of the bra, he reworked them a bit to make them fit a bit better and not appear so lumpy. He dropped the camisole over his head. Next he took a white blouse, it wasn't sheer but it wasn't opaque either. He realized the camisole would provide enough coverage so the bra wasn't so blatantly visible beneath it. Last the skirt, dark blue. He pulled it on tucking the blouse into it, he then checked the length. It came just a couple inches above his knee, not too short. And it wasn't tight so it swished about as he turned. He decided he really liked it. Denise had taken a seat and watched Randi as he dressed, a little smile played at her lips. "I think you are pretty amazing," she told him as he watched his skirt swirl about his legs. "Oh, why?" Randi asked stopping his inspection. "Because we met about 12 hours ago and you just let me do all these things to you. And you seem to take to the clothes so naturally. How long have you been cross-dressing?" she asked. "Never," Randi responded. "Really, until last night I hadn't ever put on a dress, or pantyhose, or especially a bra." Denise looked at him, the skepticism obvious. "I swear!" Randi protested. "I'm a bit surprised myself. I really like you though. I really, really have enjoyed this little bit of time we have spent together and this is a small price to pay to enjoy more of it." "Uh huh," Denise answered. "OK, I admit it," Randi saw Denise eyes widen a bit. "I am also enjoying the way these clothes feel on me. But it really is the first time I have EVER done anything like this." Denise shook her head. "OK, I believe you." Just then the phone rang and Denise answered. "Hello? Oh, hi! What's going on?" She listened. "OK, sure, how about around 7? OK, bye." "What was that?" Randi asked. "A friend of mine, she and another girl are going to drop by tonight," she explained. "Tonight?" Randi yelped. "I guess that means I'll have to be gone by then." "Why should it?" Denise asked. "Oh, great," Randi relaxed a bit. "I can change before they get here then." "No, why would you?" "Well, because," Randi tried to explain, "it is one thing for you and I to continue this little game between us but I can't be seen by other people like this! I can't especially meet new people dressed like this." "Actually, I think what you are wearing is fine. They will like you, I am sure," Denise replied. "You haven't really looked at yourself yet. And that reminds me," she reached into a bag that she had brought in earlier, "try these on." Randi took a pair of shoes from her and placed them on his feet. They had a fairly low heel since it was a casual day. "Now come on," she reached for Randi's hand. "Let's go take a look." She led Randi to the bathroom and had him look at himself in the mirror on the door. What Randi saw was a woman looking back from the glass. She wasn't any great beauty but she wasn't homely either. He certainly felt like he might be able to fool someone at least at a glance but he still wasn't convinced he could pull it off interacting with other people in close quarters. "Well, we still have several hours before they get here, let's go into the living room and I'll go over a few things." Denise led them back down the hall. She worked with Randi on walking and sitting having him get up from the couch, going to the bar and back and taking a seat again. Occasionally he would pull a big male movement and she would correct him. After a couple hours he was moving around the room like a lady. "Are you up for a little test?" she asked. "What have you got in mind?" Randi asked using his new softer voice. "Do you like hot dogs?" she grinned. Randi nodded. "Come on then," Denise stood and moved toward the door. "Lunch is on me, there is a hot dog vendor who sets up across the park from here. We are going to take a walk." Randi's eyes widened in terror and he felt a fine sweat break out on his body, but he just nodded his head and focusing on his walk followed Denise out the door. They strolled through the park together, Denise enjoying the sunshine and trees, Randi grateful it was a little on the cool side and concentrating on how he was walking, his eyes darting all over afraid someone would see him. When they could see the vendor Denise spoke to him, "Now just relax, you are doing fine, although you are real stiff. Or is that the problem?" she teased. Up until then Randi hadn't given any thought to that and was grateful it didn't appear it was going to be posing a problem any time soon. He took a breath and let it out slowly. They approached the vendor, a big heavy man with a thick black mustache. His aluminum cart with the picture of a steaming hot dog in a bun, a yellow streak of mustard twisting along it, was laden with condiments. "Hey Murray," Denise called out as they approached. "How are you doing today?" "It's a beautiful day," Murray called back in a thick east coast accent. "It's a great day for eating hot dogs." "Good, then we'll take two," Denise answered. "Put everything on mine except onion. And Randi wants just mustard and relish." Murray worked up the dogs and handed them over. Denise paid for them leaving Murray the change for a tip. "You ladies have a nice day now," Murray called as they walked away. Denise waved her free hand over her shoulder. "OK," Randi admitted, "you were right. He didn't give me a second look." "Oh, I wouldn't say that," Denise laughed. "I bet he is still giving us both a second look still. Let's take a seat on that bench over there. It is too beautiful out to go right back inside." They strolled over and sat on the bench. The sun was warm on them while they finished off their dogs. Randi glanced over toward the street vendor a couple times and thought he caught him staring at them, but he always turned his head to look somewhere else. "Oo, ladies," came a voice from the opposite direction. "You are looking fine on this fine day." Randi and Denise both turned toward the voice and saw two young men walking up the path toward their bench. Denise sighed. "Thank you," she spoke with firmness in her voice. "My friend and I are enjoying a bit of time together. We aren't interested in any company." "How can that be true when you could be spending it with someone like us?" spoke the one to the right, the other nodded. "Because it is what we want. Now please, go away," Denise instructed. "But we have things to offer and you haven't given us a chance to show you," now the left, the right snickered putting his hands in his pockets. "You're both disgusting," Denise sneered getting up from the bench. "Come on, babe. Let's get out of here." She walked around the twosome and down the path. Randi quickly jumped to his feet and chased after Denise; he stumbled a bit but finally caught up. He heard one of the guys say "Come on, they were probably lesbians anyway." "Can't even enjoy a day in the park without being harassed," Denise complained as Randi joined her. "Could you slow down just a bit," Randi complained. "I can barely keep up in these shoes." "Oh, sorry," she slowed her pace a bit. "I forget you aren't accustomed to walking in heels, even low ones. But I told you, you are completely passable. Do you believe me now?" "I guess so," Randi admitted. "Though that was three guys, don't you girls examine each other a bit more critically?" "Yes and no. The girls tonight will be looking at your clothes, hair, make-up, and overall build. They won't be checking to see if you have balls, at least not right away." "What does that mean?" Randi squeeked. "Don't give them a reason to suspect, that's all." They walked back to the apartment talking about some things about how Randi might betray himself. Overall he felt it would not be too difficult; just don't act like a guy. * - * - * They spent the afternoon talking and found they both enjoyed playing card games, so to fill in the time they played cribbage while they chatted away. They stopped long enough to whip up a light dinner and then went back to their game until there was a knock on the door. Denise went to the door; Randi nervously picked at his skirt, then smoothed it out over his legs. "Hi!" came a voice from just outside as Denise opened the door. "Hi, yourself," she answered. "Come on in." Two women entered the room ahead of Denise, one was about the same height as Randi and Denise, her name was Joan, she was dressed in a very short dress. The other was much shorter, barely five foot tall, her name was Beth, and she was dressed in skin tight jeans and a blouse. "Ladies, this is a new friend of mine, Randi," Denise finished the introduction. "We met last night in that little neighborhood bar I mentioned seeing." "Oh, yeah," Joan replied. "How was that place?" "Pretty dead, really," Denise confessed. "Nice for a drink but no real action. Best thing about it was meeting my new friend here." "Yeah, too bad," Joan answered. "So, Randi, you go there often?" "Off and on," Randi spoke just above a whisper. "It is a nice place to go and be left alone." "Randi is a bit on the shy side," Denise explained, "but once she gets a few drinks in her you'd be surprised what she will agree to." "Oh really!" Beth exclaimed. "Well, maybe someone ought to start pouring some drinks and get this party started!" Randi stood and moved to the bar, he and Denise had already discussed that he would bartend. "What'll it be?" he asked. "Seven and Seven," called out Joan. "Bourbon neat," Beth ordered. "I'm not sure what I want," Denise mused. "What are you going to have Randi?" "Well, if you don't mind I think I would like to open this bottle of Pinot Noir." "I think that sounds excellent," Denise agreed. Randi went about making the drinks and delivered them to each of the girls. He then took his own glass and carefully took a seat near Denise. He listened to the girls chatter away and occasionally added his own insight but didn't say much still afraid of getting found out. A couple times he caught a glimpse of the yellow panties Joan was wearing but tried not to stare. "So," Joan spoke up, "are we all going out or are you two bailing on us?" Denise looked at Randall with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, I couldn't tonight," he apologized. "I'm afraid I'd just be a bump on a log and bring everyone down. Maybe next time." "Guess we aren't going," Denise agreed. "But we ought to make a plan for next Saturday. What do you say?" Joan and Beth both agreed and headed for the door. "I wish you'd change your minds," Beth pleaded as she got to the door. "Keeping Joan from picking up strays is a job for more than just me." "Hey!" Joan protested. "I do just fine, thank you." "That's because you don't wake up next to the ones I stop you from taking home," Beth explained. "Good night, Denise, Randi." She went out the door. "I'm not that bad," Joan huffed. "See you next weekend." She waved to them both. Denise closed the door and came back to Randi. "Well, I thought you handled yourself quite well," she told him. "Stand up here and give me a kiss." Randi stood and took her in his arms and gave her a very thorough kiss. "Why did you turn down the chance to go to the club?" she asked. "Seriously?" Randi asked. "I've been pretending to be a girl for about twelve hours and you think I'm ready to take on a club? You have more faith in me than I do." "Well from what I've seen so far I would agree that is true," Denise told him. "You've now fooled Murray, two idiots, and two of my girlfriends, all in fairly good light and close quarters. Going to a dark club will be a breeze after that. Just don't try to look up all the girl's dresses. Joan may not have noticed but others may not like it." "You noticed?" Randi asked. "I noticed you trying not to look several times," Denise explained. "I really can't blame you, though. Joan was a little loose with her legs thinking she was just among the girls here and she does like her dresses short when she is out on the prowl." "Well, I was surprised that they weren't sexier. They looked like plain yellow panties to me," he explained. "You probably could have asked her and she might have given you a better view," she snickered. "Shyness isn't one of her traits. Although, if you had asked her, I might have decided you needed to be discussing yours." "Would you be jealous that she was showing someone she thought was another one of the girls her panties?" Randi was starting enjoy needling her a bit because it was her that created the situation. Denise's eyes flashed at him for a moment and then softened a bit. She began to see the situation and what Randi was up to. "You're right, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I have tried to do this a couple times with some other guys and nobody has gone this far before. I'm afraid I am in new territory and not handling it very well. I wanted you to be one of the girls tonight, and then got, uh well, yes, a little bit jealous. I guess I need to learn a few things myself. "But, I do know you are a guy even if the others don't. And I do know exactly what you are capable of." Denise approached Randi, wrapped her arms around him and began pulling the back of his skirt up so she could feel the nylon covering his rear tracing her fingers along the edge of the panty beneath the hose. "How many others?" Randi asked. "Um, four," Denise admitted. "One left as soon as I told him the situation, one was a total jerk tucking the dress behind his dick hanging it out there for the few minutes I let him stay. The other two left as soon as the sex ended." Randi wasn't sure he really wanted all the details after he heard them. Denise became aware of his hesitation and tried to reassure him. "The last time I tried this was almost a year ago. There really must have been something special about you to make me feel I could try it again and I am so happy I did." Randi wasted no more time letting the moment slip away. They quickly found themselves in the throes of love-making without having taken the time to get completely undressed. They eventually made their way to bed and finished stripping their clothes off before climbing into bed and curling up together. * - * - * Randi opened his eyes with sunshine brightening a now familiar room. He looked over and saw Denise still asleep on the other side of the bed. He climbed out of the bed and without a second thought retrieved a pair of panties from the floor and put them on before padding off to the bathroom. He checked Denise when he came back and saw she was still sleeping. He couldn't decide what he should do for a moment. Finally curiosity won out over the other choices in his mind. He opened her closet door and went inside. The closet was big, he hadn't expected a closet this size in an apartment, it had to be at least 8 feet deep. Back wall was a shoe rack, not that it would be any good to him though, his feet were larger than hers and none of them would fit, though he did look them over wondering just how they might look and feel on him. The left side of the closet was lined with dresses of many lengths and colors. The right side was double racked with the top rack having blouses, sweaters, and t-shirts, the bottom rack had skirts, slacks and jeans. He turned to the dresses and ran his finger along the edges of them moving them enough to get a peek. He would pull a hanger from the bar, look the dress over, and then carefully replace it. He pulled one dress off the bar, a formal floor length beaded dress, and looked it over. He held it up against his body using his hand to hold it tight against his waist, feeling the material against his skin. "Try it on if you like," he jumped at the sound of Denise's voice, "but I think it might be a little too formal for breakfast." "Oh, I'm sorry," Randi hurriedly replaced the dress on the rack and came back out of the closet. Denise had reversed herself on the bed, lying on her stomach she had been watching Randi peruse her clothes. The sun shone bright on her naked body and Randi reacted in a most unladylike fashion, which brought a smile to Denise's face. "I'm serious," she told him, "but first go to the bottom drawer on the left. There is a black bustier and matching thong that you really need to wear with that dress. The beading hides most of the lines from the bustier and the thong won't create any." Randi stood for a second trying to decide; Denise remained quiet waiting to see what he would do. At last he turned to the dresser and opened the drawer, after looking around a bit he found the items she described and took them to the bed. He stripped off the panties and pulled the thong on. He didn't find it all that comfortable and kept tugging on it trying to get it into a position that felt right. "Don't worry about it," Denise told him, "wait until you get the dress on, it will feel great." Randi nodded and put the bustier on. It was tight on his lower ribs but fit fairly well. With another tug at the thong he went to the closet to retrieve the dress. He removed it from the hanger and slipped it on over his head. It fell into place and he found a zipper under his left arm. It zipped up easily. He turned and left the closet to head for the mirror. Denise still lay on the bed watching him look at himself in the mirror. The dress came almost to the top of his feet, the silky material molding itself to his body, the thong allowing it to follow all the curves of his butt. She found herself getting turned on. "Care to give me a look at something other than that nice bottom of yours?" she asked. Randi turned around and ran a hand down his backside. "OK, I understood a thong got rid of the lines in a nice dress, but Oh my God! The feeling of the material against my skin is so amazing." He walked back toward her, his bare leg flashing through the slit that ran up to mid-thigh. "Very nice," Denise whispered. She reached out and ran her hand up the outside of the dress up the back of his leg. "This looks really good on you, but now I want you to take it off and put it back in the closet." "Are you ok?" Randi asked concerned. "I'm fine," she purred, "very fine as a matter of fact. But I don't want to have to pay to dry clean that dress and I'm afraid things are going to get a little messy for the next few minutes." Randi got the message and quickly unzipped the dress, got it back on its hanger and back in the closet. He didn't bother removing the other clothes letting Denise unwrap him as she saw fit. An hour later they headed for the bathroom, cleaned up and performed the morning rituals to prepare for the day. After heading back into the bedroom Denise pulled out bra and panties for them both and they entered the closet together selecting a top and skirt for the day. They prepared and ate breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen together. They hung out and talked some more until Denise leaned over and gave Randi a big kiss. Randi returned the kiss and began to reach under Denise's skirt but she laid a hand on his stopping him. "That was a thank you kiss for such a wonderful weekend. I've had such a great time and I think you did too. Unfortunately, I think it is time you changed back into Randall and headed home. You'll find a bag on the top shelf of the closet with your clothes in it." "Already?" Randi complained. "We've still got time, it's early." Denise laughed. "You really are enjoying this aren't you? If I told you there wouldn't be any more sex but you still had to wear my clothes, would you still want to stay?" Randi looked down at his legs sticking out from below the hem of his skirt and then back up at Denise. "As long as it meant I was spending time with you, yes," he answered. "Besides, don't we have plans to go out next weekend with Joan and Beth?" Denise smiled and gave Randi another kiss. "Go change, if you still want you can come back next Friday. And when I let you in I will expect you to go straight to my room and get dressed for an evening together. Your clothes can be stored in the same place as they are now." "That sounds good to me," Randi grinned and stood up to go change clothes. "There will be sex though, right?" Denise swatted him on his butt making his skirt fly up a bit. Randi laughed and trotted on up the hall. When he came back he was once again Randall. He went to the front door and turned to look at Denise. She came from the couch, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm looking forward to spending another weekend with Randi," she whispered as she pulled the door open for him. "Good night." Randall walked out the door and heard it close behind him as he made his way to his car. He had a lot of thinking to do about this past weekend. He was surprised to discover some things about himself that he hadn't known about.