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The Birthday Present - By SONIA Author's note: The first part of the idea for this story is based on events with my ex- wife - I used to buy her outfits which she refused to wear but alas the cross dressing part never happened ... if only it had - maybe we would still be married! (email [email protected]) It was my wife, Julie's birthday and in line with what I normally did I had bought her some lovely presents that I knew she really wanted. These were things specifically for her and did not include anything that wasn't special, like things for the house. Her star present was a designer handbag which had cost me a fortune but was something she had longed for. As well as the 'her' presents I also often bought a few 'me' presents which were always related to sex in one way or another!! Many times I bought her sexy lingerie or a sexy outfit and these she now took as almost a joke and begrudgingly she would wear the outfit a couple of times at home before packing it away in her bottom drawer hoping I would forget about it. I have to say that this annoyed me as I found her so sexy when she wore one of the outfits and longed for her to wear the things more often. I also used to find it annoying that she would rarely wear the outfits out even when they were quite respectable or in the case of sexy lingerie what was the problem with wearing something sexy below her normal skirt and top. This year I had seen an advert on the television which had a girl in a 1950's style dress with a full circle skirt and white chiffon petticoat below and thought the outfit amazing. The advert was for beds and there was a short shot of her in the dress and petticoat bouncing on a bed with the skirt flaring flashing the petticoat. I had looked at the advert many times and after a lot of searching on the Internet I had found a dress that was almost identical and in her size and managed to get a chiffon petticoat of the right length to go with it. The dress was knee length and I thought at last there was something I loved that was respectable enough in length for her to be able to wear it out to dinner or the like. Julie's birthday was on a Saturday which was great so we could have a fun day. I brought her tea in bed and we chatted while she drank it and then I brought out her pile of presents from the spare room and lay them on the bed beside her. I arranged the order so the designer bag was the third from last with the dress and petticoat being the last two pressies. I was delighted to see that all my gifts were received with squeals of delight and when she opened her designer bag she went wild. "Oh James, it's the most amazingly wonderful bag I have ever seen." She jumped out of bed and stood in front of the full length mirror admiring the bag hung over her shoulder. Now bearing in mind she had on a very short satin nightie she looked pretty amazing as she turned this way and that by the mirror. Grinning she turned to me and said "Now as I am sure this bag is my star pressie I guess the last two are your choices. Oh well better get them over with and see what ideas you want to inflict on me!" I was a little cross with the way she said that but waited patiently for her to open the dress. She carefully unpacked the parcel and took out the dress and held it up to her and said "For you that is quite respectable although the skirt is very full." She then opened the petticoat and said "Ah I see what the plan is. A 1950's outfit. Well OK I will wear it so long as you don't expect me to go out in public in it." I am not sure quite why what happened next occurred, probably it was a build up over the years of her reluctance to wear the outfits I chose and her comment of me 'inflicting' an outfit on her but I lost it. I half yelled at her, "What the hell is it with you. You don't seem to want to have any fun with sex. You're such a prude. What I can't understand is if you loved me you would dress as I like once in a while." All this was bad enough but what I said next would come back and bite me later. "If you asked me to wear something special to go out I would do so willingly so why can't you?" Julie looked at me with a look that I could not read and slowly nodded. She then went to her wardrobe and took out some clothes, lay them on the bed and headed to the en-suite. I heard the shower run and then her drying her hair and doing her makeup. She came back into our room with a towel wrapped around her and then let the towel drop and stepped into her panties. I loved watching her dress and lay in bed enjoying the show. This was a real thrill today as the panties she had put on were some of my favourite in peach coloured satin with white lace trim. She then put on the matching bras and stepped into a floaty rah-rah skirt and a pretty blouse. She slipped on a pair of strappy sandals and sat on the bed and transferred her old handbag contents to her new bag. "I am popping out for a while. I will be back just after lunch so you can cut the grass while I am gone." She gave me a kiss and was gone. I lay in bed for a moment thinking about what had just happened and then shrugged, got dressed and went out to cut the grass. Julie was gone for longer than I had expected and when she returned she had a number of parcels which she took up to our room. When she came down she gave me a kiss and made us some tea. When she bent over to get the teapot from the cupboard her skirt rode up and I saw a flash of her panties and gave her a wolf whistle. She put her hand behind her and flicked up the rear of her skirt to flash her panties more fully and then stood up and said, "You horny old thing! So do you like my panties?" "I love them. They are my favourite! Always seems a shame to cover them up!" She gave me a grin and the next moment she had undone her skirt, dropped it to the floor and stepped out of it and was standing there in her blouse and panties. Wow I loved this! It was something I longed for her to do but normally she refused. There was something incredibly sexy about her walking around the house in her panties! I began to get very excited! "So what are your plans for tonight?" she asked. I went to reply but her standing there in her panties just in front of me was making my mind turn to mush and I started to speak but nothing seemed to come out. I tried again and said "I... I... I have a table booked at the new bistro in town. I would love it if you wore your new dress and petticoat." "Does it not concern you that people will find my outfit a bit unusual and stare at me?" "You will look wonderful! I don't think anyone will think it odd." "OK," she said slowly, "so you don't really worry about me going out in public in that outfit. Well OK so do you remember what you said to me this morning?" As she said this she was moving her weight from one leg to another and as she did so her panties wrinkled first one way and then the other in a way that looked so sexy. "What I said this morning?" I said only half concentrating on her as I gazed at her in her panties. "You said 'If you asked me to wear something special to go out I would do so willingly so why can't you?' Do you remember saying that?" I wondered where this was heading but I did remember saying it so I said so. "Well James I don't think you really appreciate what it is like to go out in one of your choice of outfits. Tonight I want you to wear something special to go out and I expect you to do so willingly. If you don't agree then I will never wear any of your choice of outfits out again and in fact may not even wear them when we are on our own. However if you agree to wear what I choose then I can tell you we will have some of the best sex ever tonight and a lot of fun in the future. So James do you agree to wear what I choose willingly and without complaint?" I thought for a moment and wondered what she might want me to wear thinking maybe she wants me in a dinner jacket and bow tie which she knows I hate to wear. I could not really see a problem so said, "OK I agree." Julie gave a grin and then took off her blouse and tossed it aside and came over to me in just her bras and panties and gave me a kiss. I was feeling pretty excited and now I was feeling even more excited as we kissed and cuddled. She then pulled away and said, "I am going to go up and have a bath. If you can bring me up a gin and tonic and have a whisky yourself. You can bath in my water once I am done. We are going to have an amazing evening!!!" I took Julie up her drink and then poured myself a large whisky and sat and watched television waiting for her to finish her bath. We were going to the restaurant by public transport and then a taxi home so I did not have to worry about drinking and driving. By the time she called down to say she was out of the bath I had drunk most of my drink and was feeling rather relaxed and topped up my glass before heading up to the bathroom. I found the bathroom door open and went in and had a good soak in her bath which was still full of scented bubbles and after washing, and shaving I got out, grabbing the big towel she had left for me. With the towel wrapped around my waist I went into the bedroom and as I opened the door I stopped dead at what I saw. Julie was standing waiting for me wearing black satin panties with matching bra and suspender belt, stockings and high heeled shoes with her hair and makeup done to perfection. She looked absolutely amazing. Most times when she wore stockings she dressed fairly quickly putting on her skirt and blouse rather than staying in her lingerie. This time she stood there grinning with no sign that she was going to cover up soon. After taking in how she was dressed I glanced at the bed and saw the new dress and petticoat lying there but then I saw more sexy clothes on my side of the bed. "Julie you look amazing. Incredibly sexy. So what is with the other outfit on the bed? Is that so I can choose which outfit you wear?" "Darling you said 'If you asked me to wear something special to go out I would do so willingly so why can't you?' Well darling that is not what I am going to wear it's what YOU are going to wear!" "Don't be so bloody stupid!" I half yelled, "There is no way I am going out dressed as a woman. Are you mad?" I took a large gulp of whisky as I stood there defiantly facing her. Julie stood there looking at me with an angry pink flush spreading over her face, "James you have made me go out wearing outfits far more revealing than what I have laid out for you. Do you remember the black flared mini skirt that you insisted I wore with stockings? I knew it only just covered my stocking tops and anytime I moved I was flashing my stocking tops to you and everyone else. What about the time you took me out to that celebrity chef's restaurant but insisted I wore a tightly laced corset so I could barely breathe let alone enjoy eating a big meal? What about the see through blouse which I might just as well have not worn as you could see my bras as if I didn't have a blouse on? What about the short kilt which kept opening at the front and showing my stockings? You never worried about how I felt dressing like that so now I want you to see what it is like. You are not that different to me in size and with your blonde hair you don't really have much sign of facial hair and I can do your hair and makeup so no one will be able to tell. Just to remind you yet again you said you would wear something special to go out and do so willingly. Well now you can prove it!" Julie picked up the dress from the bed and turned to her dressing table and picked up a big pair of scissors and said ".... And don't forget the deal. If you don't wear what I want willingly I will never wear your choice of outfit again and to prove this I will cut everything up with these scissors." I stood there with my mind in utter turmoil. I downed the rest of my whisky and longed to have the bottle near me for more. At that moment Julie came over to me and took me in her arms and kissed me. The feel of her body clad in her sexy lingerie was amazing and I felt myself melt into her arms as I returned the kiss. Still holding Julie I said, "Look, Julie, I think this is utterly mad and I am not saying I do agree but I will at least let you see if you can dress me as you want. When I am dressed I will see what I think and decide whether I dare go out but I warn you now if I look like a guy in drag there is no way I am going out like that." Julie smiled broadly and we kissed again and I have to say she seemed very passionate. "I think I need another whisky. Do you want a top up?" She did and I went and got the drinks, taking a big gulp of whisky before heading back with our drinks. Julie was still in her lingerie and as I went into the room she took her drink and set it on the dressing table and said, "OK let's get you dressed." I don't think I had ever felt so embarrassed as I stood there waiting for my ordeal to start. Julie pulled my towel which fell to the floor and as I stood there naked before her I was further embarrassed to have a major erection. "We can't have this spoiling the cut of your panties," she said. She went over to her lingerie drawer and took out a pair of her satin panties, came over to me and draped them over my penis and then put her hands over the panties and started to masturbate me. "I know you like doing this with my panties when I leave them in the dirty laundry hamper." I would have blushed having her point out that she knew what I got up to on occasions but I was already blushing with the whole ordeal and the feel of her panties caressing my penis was already beginning to make my mind and body lose control. She seemed to sense my orgasm approach and quickened her pace eventually moving her panties over the end of my penis as I came catching my cum in her panties. I let out a long sigh and watched her deftly wipe my penis clean with her panties and toss them into the laundry hamper. With my penis now no longer erect she took off the bed a pair of full cut red satin frilly panties with layers of black lace over the rear and on the front and matching lace trim around the legs and handed them to me. I looked at them aghast and said "why can't I wear my boxers rather than these. No one will know the difference." "You bought these for me a number of years ago so you obviously like them so it's only fair you wear them." Begrudgingly I took them and stepped into them, pulling them up to my waist. I did not expect the feeling of wearing panties would be as amazing as it was. They felt very soft on my body and looking down I have to admit they looked amazing. While I stood almost in a trance Julie picked up a red satin matching basque and loosened the laces up the front and before I could protest passed it around me and started doing up the hooks and eyes at the rear. "Surely I don't have to wear this. It's so tight." "If you think this is tight you should try wearing the corset you bought me. It is boned so when it is laced tight there is no give in it at all. In the corset even breathing is difficult. This basque you bought me the following Christmas to the panties. It's lucky you are not that different in size to me or it would not fit!" With that she started to do the laces up at the front and in spite of my protests she kept tightening until the front was fully closed. I was surprised that after a short time I adjusted to the tightness and glancing in the mirror thought it looked very sexy. I looked down at my lingerie and felt it looked great. Did I really just think about 'my lingerie'? Not really giving me time to think Julie took a new pair of stockings from the packet and with practised ease bunched them up and then slid them up my legs one at a time fastening them to the suspenders off the basque. "Normally the suspenders go below your panties so you can take the panties down to use the toilet but basques go over the panties and so the suspenders have to also go over them. Not easy for a girl to use the toilet but I am sure you will manage. Julie was giving me no time to change my mind and she quickly ripped open a parcel and took out two false silicone breast forms which she slipped into each cup of my basque. The feeling of having breasts was very weird and the weight of them in my basque also felt equally odd .... 'my basque?' "OK hair and makeup next. Come and sit at the dressing table." Over the next while I was transfixed watching my appearance change. Initially I felt I looked really odd as she applied foundation, powder, eye liner, blusher and lipstick as with my normal hair I still looked a bit like myself. She then opened another package and took out a blonde wig. Where did you get all these items from," I asked. I had a fun shopping trip this morning. The wig came from that new hair shop on the high street. The biggest problems were the breast forms which I got from the sex shop. Your shoes came from the market. She brushed my hair back and then slid the wig into place standing between me and the mirror while she brushed and teased the hair into place. "Not bad!" she said and stood back. I looked at myself and was amazed. No beauty but a not bad looking woman was gazing back at me. The hair was shoulder length and slightly curly and fell in cascades around my face and shoulders with a fringe swept slightly to the side. I was sure that no one would know I was a man and suddenly felt a lot happier over this whole escapade and I began to think that maybe it would work. I glanced over at Julie who was standing back admiring her handiwork and gave her a grin. "So what do you think? Am I gorgeous or what?" "Well maybe 'or what'. You're not exactly pretty but you will do. Now try talking with a female voice. Talk quietly and try not to use bloke expressions." We spent the next while trying to get me to sound like a woman and at the end I had a slightly husky female voice which if you expected a woman sounded like a woman enough to pass. Julie then stepped into her new petticoat and gave me a twirl in it and asked, "Do you like it?" "It's great!" I replied. I then watched as she put on the dress which fit perfectly and flared out beautifully over the petticoat. She looked amazing. She added high heel shoes and she was ready. "Your turn to get dressed," she said and handed me first a red blouse. I took the blouse and put it on, doing up the buttons and then glanced towards the mirror. "Hang on! This blouse is part see through. I can't wear this." "Yes this was your present about 3 years ago. It is a little see through but not that much and you have a pretty basque on below so you are not really showing anything much." She then handed me a skirt which I undid and stepped into, pulling it up to my waist and fastened it. The skirt was pleated and came to just above my knee. The fabric was quite light and there was a built in lining below and I had to admit that I liked the look of it. "The skirt was one that you insisted I bought when we were out shopping a while back. Now the last thing you need are shoes. I found it quite hard finding shoes in your size but I hope these will fit." She took out of a carrier bag a pair of black shoes with a heel about 2" high. They were patent leather with a strap across the foot and also an ankle strap. I sat down on the dressing table stool and she dropped to the floor in front of me and started putting on the shoes. As she dropped down her skirt and petticoat had billowed out around her in a very sexy way. With the shoes buckled into place I went to stand up and almost fell flat on my face. "How on earth am I supposed to walk in these?" "Just be thankful that my feet are smaller than yours or you would be wearing some of the high heeled boots you have bought me with very high spike heels," Julie said with a grin. "Stand up carefully and practice walking up and down taking small steps." I did as she said and soon was able to walk without too much difficulty although the muscles in my calves were already beginning to ache from the way the heel pushed my ankle forward. Julie added some jewellery and also a black chiffon scarf around my neck and stood back to admire me. "A light jacket and you are ready. How do you feel?" Now what do I say? The truth which was that I feel amazingly sexy and loving every moment or do I do the macho thing and lie and say it is all ridiculous? "I have to say that I feel a lot happier about this escapade than I thought I would," I said grinning sheepishly. Julie came over to me and we kissed. Feeling my 'breasts' push against her was such a surreal experience. As we cuddled together we kissed more and then I felt her hand go up under my skirt and started to caress my bottom. How many times had I done this to her? "Better sort out your lipstick and then we can go." I looked in the mirror and saw how my lips had smudged so used a tissue to wipe some of the lipstick away and then under Julie's direction I re- applied the lipstick. Julie put the lipstick, some tissues and other odds and ends into a black shoulder bag and handed it to me and then took a black jacket from her wardrobe and handed that to me. I slipped the jacket on with the idea of doing the buttons up so my part see through blouse was covered but the jacket was too small. It fit me on the arms but would not do up. I slid the handbag over my shoulder and stood there with my heart beating furiously as Julie slipped on a cream jacket over her dress. The moment had arrived. It was time to leave the security of our house and head out into the public world with me dressed as a woman. Julie opened the front door and went out and I moved to the door and stood looking outside for a few seconds and then took a deep breath and went out standing to the side while Julie locked the door. As I stood there I felt the slight breeze blowing around my legs and the sensation of the evening air on my exposed skin above my stockings. Was I really doing this? We started walking along and the feel of my skirt moving around me as I walked was amazing. I could also feel the stockings pulling slightly on the suspenders and my breast forms moving slightly in the bra cups on the basque. I was still finding the shoes hard to master and Julie coached me in walking. The heels forced me to take small steps and also forced me to sway my hips more than normal which caused the skirt to move more. I did not want to admit it to Julie but this was amazing! We walked down our road and then along part of the high street heading for the railway station where we were going to take a train one stop to the next town where the restaurant was. On the high street as I walked past the shop windows I saw our reflection and thought we looked pretty amazing. As we walked Julie's dress swirled around her, pushed out by the petticoat in a most sexy way. What staggered me is I was thinking about what it would be like to wear her dress and petticoat. What was happening to me? We stopped to look in a dress shop and as we stood looking at the clothes a small gust of wind swirled around us and before I could do anything my skirt was billowing up around my waist exposing my stockings and probably my panties. Frantically I tried to push the skirt down and maintain my modesty but before I got it semi under control I had flashed everything to anyone who was nearby. Julie's dress had also blown up slightly but she had caught it before everything was on show and grinning she said to me, "Now maybe you will begin to understand why I am not so keen to go out in public in short skirts and stockings or the like." I have to say that I was beginning to realise the problems! We arrived at the station and bought our tickets and then went out onto the platform and Julie headed to the footbridge to cross to our platform. I suddenly thought of all the times I had followed Julie up staircases when she had on a short skirt enjoying the view up her skirt seeing her stockings and on a great day flashes of her panties and here was I about to go up a staircase in a very public area in a short skirt and stockings!! "Julie I can't go up the stairs in this short skirt" I pleaded. "Oh yes you can! All the times you have had me out in a short skirt and stockings and I do know that you lag behind to look up my skirt on those occasions so now you will appreciate how it feels." I had not realised that Julie knew what I did. In fact I am learning a lot today! I waited until there were only a few people around and no one looking like they were going over the bridge and then started to climb. Julie did exactly what I did and lagged behind a bit before following and gave me a running commentary on what she could see. "Nice stockings! I can see the reinforced welt clearly and now the suspender clips and a bit of leg. Nice. Oh my! Are those frilly panties you are wearing they really are quite sexy." At last I reached the top and turned to face Julie who was laughing as she walked the last bit of the stairs. "So how did it feel?" "OK I know what you mean now. Now I know this is probably not what you want me to say but in a way I rather liked the fact that I am flashing my stockings and panties. It is actually rather a thrill knowing that although you are respectably dressed if you have a gust of wind or climb a stairs you accidentally flash your lingerie." Julie looked at me for a moment and then said "In some ways I know what you mean but there are times when flashing your panties can be fun and some times when it is embarrassing. When you walked up that staircase there was only me behind seeing what you were showing. See how you feel when there are lots of guys behind you looking up your skirt or when the people behind are people you know." I saw her point and together we walked over the bridge and down to the platform. Our train arrived a few minutes later. The train was quite busy and I thought this would be my first real test of passing in public. As the doors opened I got onto the train followed by Julie. There were no seats so Julie and I stood by the doors but then two middle aged guys got up and offered us their seats which we gratefully accepted. There are definite perks of being a woman! "Sit with your knees together," Julie whispered into my ear. I quickly closed my legs realising I was sitting like a bloke with his knees spread. The train reached the next stop and we got up and left the train along with a lot of other people. Julie walked up the stairs with me following having forgotten about the following passengers and the view they may have up my skirt. I only thought about this at the top and glanced around as I went around the corner and saw a nice looking guy looking back with a grin on his face. I wonder how much he saw. As we walked the last way to the restaurant my ankles and calves were really beginning to hurt. The restaurant was above a clothes shop and that meant another staircase to climb and again Julie followed me and gave me a commentary on what she could see. "Your frilly panties are so pretty. It's such a shame that there is no one else to enjoy this view." I flipped the back of my skirt up to show her fully my panties just as I neared the top of the flight ..... and just as a middle aged couple came through the door and started following us up the stairs!!! We went through the door at the top and Julie gave our name. There was a slight wait for our table so we were directed to the bar. I wondered if the couple had seen anything and my concern was answered when they came through the door and while the lady talked to the manager the man looked our way and winked. I sat down on the bar stool and felt the cool leather on my bare legs above my stockings. I had not really thought about it but with my skirt it draped over the stool so I was sitting in my panties on the stool. This really made me think how little there was between me being respectably dressed and my lingerie! Julie ordered some drinks and I downed mine very quickly. Julie whispered in my ear, "Not very ladylike! Remember you are supposed to be a gentle woman not a beer swilling lout." She ordered another drink and we sat browsing the menu. As we sat there the middle aged couple came over and sat beside us with the man beside me. After a couple of minutes his wife said she was going to the ladies room and got up and left and as soon as she was gone the man turned to us and said, "You ladies look particularly lovely tonight." He then went on, looking directly at me, and said "I do like your outfits, especially yours. Red and black look so nice together." OK I had on a red blouse and black skirt but the grin on his face clearly showed that it was not my skirt and blouse he was referring to. If he only knew what was in my panties he would not be flirting in quite the same way!!! The waiter came and took our order and said our starters would be about 10 minutes. I whispered to Julie that I needed the toilet and she got up and told me to follow. I looked longingly at the familiar gent's cloakroom but followed Julie into the normally forbidden world of the ladies. There were 3 stalls and they were all empty and there was no-one at the basins. Julie said, "You should sit to wee - a guy weeing sounds very different to a lady! Make sure that when you straighten your clothing you don't tuck the back of your skirt into your panties. I don't want you walking out into the restaurant flashing everything." I went in and locked the door and lifted my skirt up out of the way and took out my penis and sitting carefully I weed. I could now see what Julie meant about it being better to have your panties over your suspenders as I could not pull down my panties to wee but one advantage of being a guy is I could extract my penis through the leg of my panties to wee. Once finished I went out and washed my hands and Julie arrived beside me and we grinned at each other in the mirror. There was still no one else in the ladies so Julie leant over and gave me a kiss which I returned and soon we were locked in a passionate embrace. Julie soon had her hand up under my skirt and was caressing my panty covered bottom and she then moved around to my front and started stroking my penis through my panties. This felt wonderful and soon my panties were straining against my erection. Suddenly we heard the outside door open and we just managed to separate before an oldish woman entered. With a slightly shaking hand I took out my lipstick from my hand bag and reapplied it hoping the woman would not notice the bulge in my skirt. When she went into the cubicle I lifted my skirt and tried to make my penis lie without showing too much and just dropped my skirt back into place when the woman emerged from the toilet. The woman turned to Julie and said, "I have to say you look lovely in your petticoat. When I was a young girl they were all the rage and I used to wear petticoats whenever I went out dancing at night and often just in the day for normal wear. I know I am biased but those fashions are so much more elegant than a lot of today's fashions." She turned to me and said, "Not that I am criticising what you have on but there is something very stylish about a skirt with a petticoat under it." We went back to the bar and before we had a chance to sit back down the waiter directed us to our table. Julie and I sat side by side looking across the restaurant where there was another row of tables and then out through the window. The wine waited filled our glasses and a few minutes later our starters arrived. Just as our starter arrived the couple from the bar were directed to a table opposite us and the woman sat with her back to us and the man sat facing us. He glanced in our direction and smiled and then his gaze dropped from our faces down to our legs below the table. The tables were old pine tables without cloths and so he had a clear view of our legs and seeing his stare I remembered that I should keep my legs closed. He probably had a good look up my skirt. I said to Julie what had happened and she said, "Wait until the end of our meal and we will give him a treat." We ate our meal and got through another bottle of wine as well as 2 brandies. We paid our bill, ordered a taxi and were just about to leave when Julie leant over and whispered, "Wait until he glances our way and then we will slowly lift our skirts up and flash our stockings and panties. That guy is the only one who has a direct view" Where our table was positioned the only table with a clear view of ours was the guy opposites so we waited until the guy looked our way again and then both slid our skirts up to our waists exposing stockings and panties. The guy was just taking a mouthful of food and nearly choked when he saw our flash. We dropped our skirts back down, got up and as we walked away Julie blew him a kiss. Walking out of the restaurant I could not believe how comfortable I was dressed as a woman. I loved the way my skirt swirled about me as I walked, the feel of the stockings, and the weight of my 'breasts'. "I think my plan has backfired rather badly," Julie said grinning at me, "Rather than making you realise how bad it feels going out in some raunchy outfit I think you are rather enjoying it!" I wondered how to respond to this as the truth was I was having the time of my life! Normally as a guy if you go out you can dress nicely but there is no way to dress sexily. There was no equivalent to sexy frilly panties for a guy! "You are right. In a way it has backfired as I am having the time of my life. However I do appreciate far more the implications of what I have asked on occasions and how you must have felt. There are definitely some outfits which are for home use unless you actually want the thrill of doing something raunchy." We walked on hand in hand and rather than the planned taxi we walked all the way home. My feet were in agony by the time I got home but walking delayed the time until I would have to change back into my normal life. When we got home Julie wanted sex with me before I changed out of my sexy clothes and we never made it to bed ending up on the carpet in the living room in a flurry of petticoats and satin. What an amazing end to the day. So had her plan taught me a lesson and changed my approach to birthday presents? I guess not as on the next birthday there was a similar row of presents and the third from the end was clearly the star present. However the next present was an amazing set of bra, frilly panties and suspender belt in pale lilac satin with loads of contrasting white lace. Then a satin full circle short skirt with three tiers. The last was a pair of handmade knee high leather boots with about a 4" spike heel. "Wow stunning presents. Thank you so much. I can't wait to try the new things on. So, Julie, when it comes to your birthday I have some great ideas of what to get you!" All stories available on: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Not_so_TraditionalLadies/