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Mind Swapping Chapter 5 I awoke late on Wednesday morning. I crawled out from between Carol and Barbara's still sleeping forms. It was my turn to fix breakfast and I was going to have pancakes and coffee ready before they woke up. But, first, I needed to go to the bathroom. I tinkled, washed my hands and checked my appearance in the full length mirror. Since my long blonde hair was slightly tangled, I gave it a few brush strokes. I applied a dab of pink lip stick to my full lips and decided that my face would be presentable at the breakfast table. My sheer blue baby doll night gown didn't do much toward concealing my large breasts and ended at the hips, leaving my pubic area exposed. "Perhaps, I should put my panties on," I said softly to myself. Carol and Barbara wouldn't let me wear panties to bed. They said that my panties would only get in their way and have to be taken off. I opened the nighty drawer and found a pair of matching sheer blue nylon panties, stepped into them and pulled them up my smooth bare legs until they fit snugly. Next I slipped my feet into a pair of high heel slippers. Carol had said that I was to wear high heel shoes at all times. I enjoyed making Carol happy. As I walked down the stairs toward the kitchen, the baby doll nightgown swirled around my feminine figure. I thought about how much things had changed since last Friday when Carol and I had conducted the memory transfer experiment. The machine had swapped Carol's mind into my male body and my mind into her's. Then Carol and her friend, Barbara, talked me into staying in Carol's body for a week to carry out a gender reversal study. They have constantly watched over me, teaching me how to behave in a feminine manner, how to walk, how to sit, how to stand, how to apply make up, how to dress and how even how to think like a woman. It had been a very busy five days. In between the lessons on femininity, there had been sex. Carol had enjoyed her new role as a virile male and always assumed the dominant role. We would have sex three or four times a day. We had experimented with more than straight intercourse. Some times, she would go down on me. Some times I would go down on her. This took a lot of getting use to, but, she had almost convinced me that there is nothing wrong with playing with and going down on your own penis. Besides, she had said, she was going down on me because she loved me and if I loved her I would be willing to do the same for her. A couple of times, she had even ejaculated in my mouth. It didn't taste as bad as I had thought it would. I had even begun to enjoy the effect that going down on Carol's penis had on her. I would watch her handsome face as my tongue and lips performed fellatio on her hard penis. I was worried about what was happening to my mind and how I would feel when I changed back to my male body. Barbara was more than an observer. She actively participated in the study. They had been roommates until Carol had moved in with me. I now knew that she and Carol had experimented with lesbianism when there wasn't a man around. Even after Carol had moved in with me, they took the same classes at the university so that they could study together. A pair of psychology students, like those two, couldn't let an opportunity for a study in gender reversal pass them by. Carol and I were the guinea pigs. Barbara sometimes would have sex with Carol, who was in a man's body, and sometimes with me, in my female body. Before the experiment, Barbara had been nothing more to me than my girlfriend's best friend, now, she was technically my lesbian lover. She would go down on me, I would go down on her or we would, sometimes, go sixty nine. I had more sex in the last four days than I had the month before the experiment. I was worried because I was in a constant state of sexual arousal and my vagina stayed moist all the time now. What if I decided that I didn't want to return to my original body? As I prepared breakfast, I thought of the two days remaining until the weekend when I would return to my male body. I realized that I had mixed emotions about giving up Carol's female body with it's beautiful curves and wildly orgasmic response to sex. The sexy clothes that women wear would also be missed when I had to return to the dull white cotton underwear men had to wear. When breakfast was ready, I went upstairs to wake Carol and Barbara and tell them to come down to eat. They were not only awake when I walked into the bedroom. Barbara was laying on her back with her legs spread apart while Carol was sinking her erect penis into Barbara's vagina. I stood just inside the door and watched as they screwed each other. Perhaps, I should have been jealous, but the last five days had so confused my mind that not only did I not experience jealousy, I felt turned on from watching them. From my angle, I could see Carol's enlarged penis disappear as it went in and reappear as it came back out in a rhythmic series of strokes. Barbara's legs locked around Carol's waist while her arms were around Carol's muscular neck. I knew, from my recent experiences, what Barbara's vagina felt like with Carol stroking her stiff penis into her tummy. My panties were getting moist from just watching what was happening on the bed. My right hand moved, as if it had a mind of it's own, to my panty covered vagina. My small fingers massaged the soft folds of feminine flesh hidden under my sheer nylon panties. It felt good! I watched Carol and Barbara as I played with myself. They had teased me that I seemed to have a hair triggered orgasm capability. It never took me very long to climax during sex, and when I did, I could have more orgasms almost immediately. My middle finger pushed the nylon panty material up into my vagina slit and massaged my clitoris. I came within seconds. As the room whirled around me, my legs almost buckled. I weakly staggered to the bed and lay down next to Carol and Barbara. They never missed a stroke as they noticed that I had joined them. I played with myself and came several more times before Carol shot her semen inside of Barbara's belly. I had three orgasms, Barbara had at least two and Carol had enjoyed herself, too. I told them to come down to eat as soon as they could get cleaned up and went back downstairs to keep the food warm. Later that morning, Carol told me that I had done such a good job adapting to my new female identity that she and Barbara had a treat for me. I couldn't imagine what it could be and they wouldn't tell me. They said that they wanted it to be a surprise. After I had loaded the dirty breakfast dishes into the dishwasher and turned it on, I straightened up the kitchen. I thought about what I would look like if someone were peeking in the window as I went about my domestic chores. I'm five foot five, five foot seven in these heels, long blonde hair, large blue eyes, a sheer blue baby doll nighty covering a massive pair of breasts, a pair of matching blue panties hugging my flat tummy and rounded buttocks and long shapely legs. I felt tickling sensations as my nighty swirled around my body as I cleaned the kitchen. I went back up stairs to take my morning bath and get dressed in whatever clothing Carol had chosen for me to wear today. Carol had just finished taking her shower and was getting dressed in briefs, a pull over dress shirt and dress slacks. I turned on the faucets to fill the tub as she left the room to go to the closet to select my clothing. I quickly brushed my teeth. I poured the amount of bubble bath and bath oils that Carol had said to always use and took off my nighty and panties. As the tub filled with the tepid water, I pinned my long hair up and sat down in it to let my skin soak in the oils. It was so relaxing that I almost fell asleep in the tub. "Don't go to sleep, baby doll," Carol said as she entered the bathroom. "Today is to be a special day for you. I want you to put on your own make up. Barbara thinks that you have learned how to do it well enough that she'll only have to give advice." Barbara made been making me practice putting on my own make up for the last three days. I actually felt a swelling of pride to think that they thought that Barbara's lessons been successful. I quickly bathed and dried off and put on a thin pink robe over my nude form. Wearing nothing but my high heel slippers and the transparent robe, I entered the bed room, walked over to the vanity table and sat on the bench seat. I removed the hair pins and brushed my hair until it was straight and shining. Then I looked to see that Carol had selected a pink dress for me to wear today. Barbara had helped me paint my fingernails a matching shade of pink yesterday morning. A pair of white hair clips decorated with little pink flowers had been selected to compliment the dress. I placed them in my hair. Barbara readjusted them for me. I noted where she had moved them so I would remember next time. Under Barbara's watchful gaze, I applied my eye shadow, mascara, eye liner and blush. I picked up the tube of pink lip stick that they had chosen and applied a coating to my lips. I turned to Barbara to get her opinion. "Almost perfect. A little to heavy on the eye make up for this time of day. Too much make up gives a girl a slutty look." I asked if I should take it off and start over again. That's what I had to do over and over again during the last three days. "No. It looks acceptable. It's just the right amount for night time or low light situations. In fact, it'll work perfectly for today." She smiled at me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. Now that my make up had passed approval I opened my robe and took it off. I picked up the perfume atomizer and lightly sprayed my nude body. Barbara smiled again as she placed a pile of lingerie on the edge of the vanity. I picked out the pink nylon lace garter belt first and wrapped it around my tiny waist. My fingers managed to hook it without Barbara's help. The sheer white stockings were next. I pulled them up to almost the top of my thighs and hooked the garter tabs. The shoes were the white pumps with the three inch heels that I had worn Saturday. I slipped them onto my tiny feet. I picked up the pink nylon panties, slipped my shoes through the leg openings, drew them up over my calfs and up my thighs until I had to stand up to pull them over my bottom. They were french cut, a high waist with high cut sides and a vee shaped piece of pink nylon lace in front and back. They left most of my rounded buttocks exposed. The 36DD brasserie was also made of pink lace nylon. It was an underwire style that hooked in the front. When I had it on, I noticed that the cups were cut so low that my pink strawberry sized nipples could almost be seen peeking over the top. If I were to lean over far enough, my boobs might fall out of the low cut bra cups. "You did real well," Barbara said. "You've turned into a very sexy young lady." I had mixed feelings about her compliment. Inside, part of me still thought of myself as a man, a man in a beautiful young woman's body, but, a man, nonetheless. Another part of me felt flushed and happy at what she had said. I walked to the bed and picked up my dress. At first, I couldn't figure how to put it on, then Barbara came to my rescue. "It's a wrap dress. Put it on as if it were a robe." I did as she said and started to wrap the front of dress around me. "No. Not that way. Only men lap the left over the right. You're a girl now. Lap the right over the left and pull the sash through the little hole and wrap it around your waist and tie a big bow knot in it." When I had done as she instructed, she exclaimed, "That looks so sexy! You'll give every man that sees you a hard on! Go look in the mirror." Taking short steps because of the three inch high heel shoes, I walked to the full length mirror. Wow! Pink was my color. Then, I remembered, Carol was wearing pink when we first met. The dress was made of a light weight pink silk like fabric. At least, it was opaque and my bra, panties and garter belt weren't visible through the material. The shoulder straps were just slightly wider than my brassiere straps, but managed to cover them. The neckline was scooped low in front and back. A large amount of breast cleavage was on display. The sash belt cinched the dress around my tiny waist and the tight skirt hung to within four inches of my white nylon covered knees. "Turn around and see how well that dress hugs your body," Barbara told me. I turned my body and head as I watched over my shoulder. "Try to spin around a little faster," she added. As I spun around, my light weight skirt flared outward showing off my shapely legs. The flap in front separated, allowing a glimpse of my stocking tops and bare thighs to be seen. I stopped spinning and the gap closed back up. The flap in the front of the dress would also take some getting used to. The skirt was the longest that they had allowed me to wear in three days. They had trained me to sit with my legs together, to pull my skirt down and how to bend over so that I wouldn't constantly be exposing myself to them. Barabara's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Since you're almost ready, you can assist me." She sat at the vanity table and brushed her short fluffy brown hair. Then she quickly applied her make up. I was amazed at how fast she worked. Maybe, if I practiced, I would someday be able to do put my make up on that quickly. She removed her robe and sprayed herself with a different perfume than I had chosen as she said, "Bring my clothes from the closet, please." I went into the closet and picked up the clothing she had already laid out. She was going to get dressed up today. For the last four days, she had worn mostly pull over shirts and shorts. Occasionally she didn't even wear panties or a bra under her skimpy clothing. Today must be something special, I thought to myself. She hooked her red satin garter belt around her small waist, drew her dark nylon stockings up her long thin legs and attached the garter tabs to the darker tops. She buckled the ankle straps of her red high heel open toed shoes and stood up to pull her red satin hip hugger panties up her legs and tight against her pubic mound and shapely small buttocks. Seeing her this way caused my mouth to water as I looked at her semi exposed body. She took the B cup red satin brassiere and slid her slim arms into the straps,turned her back to me and asked me to hook it for her. I did as she had asked. When she turned to face me, I saw that, since both of us were in three inch heels, she was about two inches taller than me. She took my hands in hers, looked me in the eye and said, "Carol and I are very proud of the way you've cooperated during our role reversal study." She hugged me and I returned the hug. "Carol and I had a relationship before she met you. You've become so much like her, it's easy for me to have the same feelings for you." Her lips came closer and she kissed me passionately. When her arms encircled my waist, I wrapped my arms around her. Her tongue was probing my mouth as our bodies were rubbing against one another. Another minute and we would be on the bed, taking each other's clothes off. We heard Carol clearing her throat as she stood inside the bedroom doorway. "Don't you girls go getting your panties gooey," she said in her deep pitched voice. "We have some important things to do today." Barbara released me to put on her long silky red dress. I zipped up the back for her. It had short sleeves, a scooped neckline and a tight ankle length skirt that was slit up the front to just above the knees. Barbara put her watch on her left wrist as I put on mine, actually Carol's gold Rolex. I wore several white bangle bracelets on my right wrist as Barbara placed a single gold bracelet on hers. We both chose several rings for our fingers. I threaded large white pearl earrings through my pierced ears, while Barbara chose large gold hoops. I hooked a gold necklace around Barbara's neck after she had placed a single strand of pearls around mine. We stood in front of the mirror and admired ourselves. I felt pretty. My male ego, lurking deep inside of my mind had difficulty with that feeling. I saw that we had smeared our lipstick when we had kissed. I had learned that some tissue paper and a fresh coat of lipstick would take care of that problem. A woman knows these things, I thought to myself. After repainting our lips, Barbara picked up two pocketbooks. She gave me the white one and put her things in the red purse. "Put your make up, a hair brush and some tissues in there. Here's your wallet with Carol's driver license for identification." I did as she said. It had gotten to be a habit to do as I was told. She looked at me and proclaimed, "Carol, we're ready to go shopping." "Shopping? I couldn't go out in public like this. Sure, I may look like a girl on the outside, but I'm still a man inside. I'd be too embarrassed to go out where other people can see me!" I was frightened. Carol put her muscular arms around me and told me not to worry, that no one would know that I wasn't Carolyn Phelps unless I told them. And, they'd probably think I was crazy if I told the truth. Barbara also assured me that I could fool anyone into thinking that I was nothing more than a beautiful young woman. "Besides, we're not going to shop where we would meet anyone that either of you would know." I began to relax slightly. Barbara nodded to Carol and She took my arm and escorted me down the stairs and into the attached garage where Carol's Mustang convertible was parked with the top down. Carol, acting the part of a gentleman opened the passenger door as Barbara sat in the back seat, wrapped a scarf around her head to keep her hair in place and put on a pair of sunglasses. I sat in the front passenger seat and tied a pink scarf around my head as Carol closed the car door. Carol got into the driver's seat, adjusted it to her new measurements and started the engine. She pushed the button on the garage door opener and pulled the car out of the garage. I squinted my eyes in the bright sun light. Carol told me that she kept sunglasses in the glove box. There was only one pair there, pink butterfly wing shaped sunglasses. She told me to put them on. When I did I looked at her. "They look good on you, baby doll," she said. I turned down the visor and looked in the mirror. I saw a very pretty young lady with stylish sunglasses looking back at me. We were driving down the interstate, on the way to a shopping mall, when I noticed that a truck had been along side of our car for over five minutes. I looked up to see a middle aged man leaning out his open window and staring down at me. The wind had caused my top to billow open, letting him see right down between my large breasts. And, if that wasn't enough, my tight wrap skirt had parted and fell away from my legs, exposing my legs, nylons, garter belt straps, a few inches of bare thighs and even a glimpse of pink lace panty. I pulled my skirt together and held it with one hand and covered my exposed cleavage with the other. The trucker yelled down to Carol, "Friend, you're one lucky S.O.B. to have such a sexy girlfriend!" Men! I blushed as I thought of all the things that a girl has to put up with. Carol glanced at me and smiled, "I know I'm lucky to have you." I felt all tingly inside as I leaned over and kissed Carol's clean shaven cheek. We arrived at a shopping mall on the other side of town. Carol parked the car close to one of the entrances and we went inside. It was scary to walk around in a public place, but Carol's arm around my waist was reassuring. Carol led me toward a lingerie specialty shop and we went inside. Not having been in such a store before, I had never known that there were so many varieties of lingerie. When a saleslady identified herself as Linda and asked if she could help us, Carol said that he was shopping for a several sets of lingerie for his girlfriend. She looked at me and I felt her eyes taking my measurements as she asked if there was anything in particular we were looking for. Carol replied that we needed matching sets of brassieres, panties, garter belts, nylons and maybe some crotchless pantyhose. I turned beet red with embarrassment. Linda smiled and said, "Follow me, please." She led us to a section of the store with shelves piled high with brilliantly colored ladies' lingerie. The saleslady was in her thirties, about five foot six in her heels, long curly brown hair and a good figure beneath a figure hugging dark green button front dress. "What are your sizes?" She asked me. I didn't know. Carol told her. "A boyfriend that knows your measurements and buys you lingerie. You're a lucky girl," Linda told me. "Pick out the styles and colors you like and I'll get the right sizes for you to try on." She meant for me to try on the lingerie in the store! I looked up at Carol to see her giving me one of her broad smiles. Carol selected five different designs of brassieres, panties and garter belts, each in three different colors. There were ones made of lace, silk, satin and a mixture of fabrics. Carol selected a total of fifteen sets of lingerie. I felt a little sad because I realized that I wouldn't be in a female body long enough to wear all of the sexy, brightly colored lingerie. This weekend, I would have to wear the plain briefs and tee shirts that I had worn most of my life. Carol asked, "Do you have any of the brassieres that cup the underside of the breast, leaving the nipples exposed." Again, I blushed. Linda said, "Certainly! We also have the style with holes in the center of the cups for the nipples to peek through." She had noticed how embarrassed I was and now she was taking delight in embarrassing me even more. She showed us a selection of both types. Carol chose three different colors of each type. Linda smiled at me and asked, "How about matching pairs of crotchless panties to go along with your new peek-a-boo brassieres?" Carol said we'd take a few pair of them, too. The saleslady said, "Come this way, and I'll show you our selection of hosiery." There was a bewildering array of different types, colors and patterns of stockings. "Do you prefer the long length style of stocking or medium?" Carol said that we wanted the long style. Linda smiled at me again. Carol selected about thirty pair of stockings and six pair of pantyhose with openings at the sides of the hips and no crotch. Linda may have been working on a commission because she was smiling even more. While the other saleslady was busy with Barbara, and Carol continued to look around in the shop, Linda had me follow her to the fitting room. Her arms were full of soft, colorful feminine lingerie. We entered a small room that had two walls covered with mirrors. A sofa was against one wall and a small table was beside the door. She spread the undergarments out on top of the table and told me, "Take off your dress, dearie, so we can make sure all these things fit." I almost ran for the door! I couldn't let some strange woman see me almost naked! "My, but you are a shy little thing, aren't you?" She said reassuringly. "Don't be embarrassed. After all, we're both girls." If she only knew, I thought to myself. She came to stand within a few inches of me, reached down and untied the bow knot in my wrap dress's sash. I looked into her green eyes as she parted the front flaps of my wrap dress. I don't know if it was because I had been made to be completely submissive for the last few days, but I let her take my dress off. Her eyes drifted down to my body and she smiled as she looked back up into my eyes. "You little minx. The way you acted, I thought that this was the first time that you had been shopping for sexy lingerie." It was, I said to myself. Linda's fingers undid the catch between my brassiere cups. As she pulled the cups free of my large breasts, they jiggled. She stared at them. For some reason, my strawberry sized pink nipples became excited and erect. "You're a lucky girl to have such large breasts." Her hands cupped the under side of my breasts and lifted upward. I backed away from her grip on my boobs. "Don't back away," she smiled. "I have to see how much support you'll need from a bra." I was standing in a mirrored room with a strange woman I had never met until half an hour ago and all I had on was my pink lace panties, pink lace garter belt, long white nylon stockings, white high heel pumps, my jewelry and a look of embarrassment. Linda said, "You want to make sure that all your brassieres fit, don't you?" When I didn't argue, she moved closer and said in a soft voice. "It's my job to personally ensure that every one of my customer's purchases fit them perfectly." She looked into my blue eyes. "Let me do my job. Trust me." I decided that perhaps I was just being silly. I had never been shopping as a woman before. Maybe, all women have their clothing fitted this way. I nodded my head. She gave me a big smile as her hands came up to cup my breasts again. "I don't believe this!" She exclaimed as she massaged my breasts. "As big as your breasts are and there really isn't any sag. They stick straight out like two great big pears." Then she ran her thumbs across my erect nipples. I shuddered as a ripple of pleasure went through my body. She continued to talk about my breasts as she massaged them and played with my nipples. I had decided that she had motives other than fitting me for my bra, but, by this time, it felt so good, I didn't care. She withdrew her hands from my aroused tits and said, "Lets try one of the shelf brassieres on you." I would have preferred that she continued playing with my sensitive tits. She picked up a pink satin bra from the table and slid the straps over my arms and went around behind me and hooked it. She turned me toward one of the mirrored walls. She had called it a shelf bra. The name was appropriate, it only supported the underside of my breasts, leaving the area around the nipples and above completely exposed. The pink satin was the same color as my excited nipples. "In order to get a perfect fit, you have to have just the right support," she said as her hands came around me from behind to cup my boobs. I watched in the mirror as her thumbs and forefingers pinched my nipples. When I made a gasping sound, she softly giggled. I could see her smile as she watched our reflections in the mirror. "Actually the shoulder straps need to be a little tighter." Her hands left my excited tits long enough to cinch up the shoulder straps. The shelf bra felt as if it was trying to raise my breasts until my nipples would point at the ceiling. Her fingers returned to my distended nipples. "Now, that boy friend of yours won't have to bend over very far if he wants to suck those huge pink nipples of yours!" Linda's hands left my uplifted tits and descended to the waist band of my pink lace panties. "Why don't we make sure that your panties will fit as well as your new bra," she said as she pushed my panties down over my hips, down my nylon covered legs and over my shoes. She held them to her nose and inhaled. "Just as I thought! Sweet smelling panties!" I stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but my pink lace garter belt, white nylons, white heels, a pink satin shelf bra and my jewelry. I could see my blonde pubic hair framed by the garter belt straps in the wall mirrors. She picked up a pair of pink satin crotchless panties from the table, smiled at me and held them for me to step into. She then pulled the tight little panties up my legs until they were snug around my middle. "Turn around and see how sexy you are in your new undies." I turned and watched with total fascination. "See how your titties are lifted as if you're offering them to anyone who wants to suck on those fat pink nipples? See how your blonde pubic hair is on display for all to see when they look under your dress? Your boy friend won't even have to pull your panties off when he makes love to you. Turn around. Part you legs a little and bend over slightly. See how the lower part of your cute little ass is exposed? Your boy friend won't have to pull down your panties if he wants to slide his peter up your bottom. All he'll have to do is grease it up and slide it in." I turned to see if she was serious about someone sliding a penis up my bottom? I think she was! "You can't believe how excited everyone gets when they see a good looking woman dressed in those undies. I wear ones just like them and it drives my husband wild." To prove her point she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall away from her body. She wore a black satin shelf bra and black satin crotchless panties like the ones I now wore. She also wore a black satin garter belt with eight garter straps which held up her dark nylon stockings. "See how my nipples are pointing up toward your mouth? They're wishing you would suckle them." She moved so close that we were standing toe to toe. She leaned forward slightly and our upturned nipples touched. Her arms went around my waist as she swayed from side to side, causing our nipples to rub together. It felt as if they were throwing electric sparks. She leaned down and took my right nipple in her mouth, sucked and lightly bit it until the room began to spin. Then she released it and did the same thing to my left nipple. I could see that my right nipple was wet and hard as she worked on my left one. When she raised her head, she said, "Now you do mine!" She pulled my head down to her nipples and I did as she asked. After a few minutes of suckling her enlarged nipples, Linda gripped my head, raised it and passionately kissed my lips. Her tongue was working in my mouth as I moaned in passion. She made me lie down on the sofa and spread my legs. "The inside of your pussy is as pink as your satin crotchless panties," she told me as she buried her face there. My body practically bowed upward from the sofa as she used her talented tongue. I came almost immediately. "That was the sweetest cum I've tasted," Linda said as she raised her wet face from my flooded vagina. She lowered her head and licked up some of my juices. She raised her head again and said, "Just lay back and let Linda take care of everything." She licked me until she saw that I was about to cum again. "You're not being fair to my little pussy! You came once already and I haven't cum at all." She stood beside the sofa, moved until her black pubic hair could be seen through the cut out in her black satin crotchless panties and turned to face my feet as her leg straddled my head. Her satin and hair fringed vagina lowered onto my face as she bent forward to lick my vagina slit. I had eaten Carol before the mind swapping experiment and I had eaten Barbara since then. I used every trick that I had learned on Linda's vagina. She came once and I came two more times before she got up off my body. We snuggled in each others arms for a few minutes as we recovered from the mind blowing orgasms. "Why don't you come to my house next weekend?" She asked me. "I have a wonderful husband with a big cock, who would like to meet you. I would invite your boyfriend, but, I really don't like men." I didn't know how to tell her that by next weekend I would be a man. I told her that I would think about it. We hurriedly tried on the other garments. They all fit perfectly. Before I put my dress back on, I put on a pink satin garter belt, pink satin crotchless panties, a pink satin shelf brassiere and seamed white silk hose. Linda kissed both of my nipples and my lips before I put on my dress. The shelf bra had so much uplift that when I bent over and the front of my dress fell away from my breasts, my tits were exposed. My prominent nipples created large bumps in the pink silk fabric of the dress. A little too revealing, I thought, but, we were going straight home when we left the store. I didn't know it yet, but, I was wrong! I wiped my face with a moist towel, put on new blush, and ran the hairbrush through my hair. Then I used the pink lipstick to touch up my lips before we left the fitting room. Carol told me that we had been gone for almost two hours. I reminded her that she was the one who had picked out so many things for me to try on. Carol's handsome face smiled down at me as she noticed the new way my figure was displayed beneath my dress. She took me in her arms and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I wondered if she could taste any of Linda's juices that might have still been on my lips? I had decided not to tell her about what had happened in the fitting room. What if she got turned on when I told her how talented Linda's tongue action was, and, decided to try it after we swapped back to our own bodies? Carol had picked out two black leather corsets for me while I had been gone. Carol said that since I had taken so long, we would buy them without me trying them on. Linda said we could bring them back within one week to trade them for something of equal value. Carol paid for all the feminine items she had picked out, plus a few outfits for Barbara with my credit card. The total was over a thousand dollars! She signed the receipt Steven L. Ramsey. It even looked like my hand writing! As we left the lingerie shop, each carrying a large bag, Carol said, "Don't sulk about me using your credit card. Just think of all the fun we can have when we swap back into our own bodies and I dress up in those clothes for you." I thought about it and decided that she had only spent my money on us, which was what I, myself, would do. I told her that I was sorry. She put her free arm around my waist as we walked to the restaurant in the mall. I asked that we not go to a restaurant we me dressed like this. Carol said, "We're all hungry. And you're so beautiful in those clothes, I want to show you off so that other people can see what a lucky guy I am." I realized that I liked it when she said I was beautiful. I remembered how much the push up shelf bra showed off my big breasts and distended nipples. I looked down to see that the pink silk of my dress really didn't conceal much. I didn't know what other people would think when I walked into a crowded restaurant. I knew better than to try talking Carol into going home. I would simply have to hold my head up high and act like a lady.