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The first part, of what will be a multi part story, of a crossdresser who loves Disney getting to step out of the closet. I like to develop the characters so if you are hoping to get straight the sex you will likely be disappointed. Finally a Princess (Part 1) You could feel the excitement on the bus as it traveled along the highway. The video showed a bunch of activities that waited for everyone once we got to our destination. We were headed to Port Canaveral and onto a Disney Cruise Ship. Sitting across from me was my wife Sarah, in front of her was our friend Pat, across from her was Pat's daughter Jordie. We were kind of an anomaly on the bus, all of us being adults. My wife, Pat and I just having passed fifty and Jordie was celebrating her 30th birthday. This five-night cruise was kind of our birthday present for her. It was a generous present, but we were very glad to do it. For about the third time Pat asked, "Our luggage will be brought to our state room, right?" And for the third time I said, "Yep. Won't be there when we first get on the boat, but it will arrive in time for us to go the show and dinner. Did you pack your bathing suit, sunscreen, etc. In your carry- on bag?" "Of course, I plan to head to the pool as soon as we can." Pat was notorious for her love of being in the sun. It was something I enjoyed also. My wife hated it and pipped in. "You all enjoy the pool. I hope I can talk Jordie into exploring the ship some with me." "Definitely, I want to see every inch of it. I still can't believe we are doing this." Jordie sounded like a young girl as she said that. "I think you will be guiding, not exploring, I can't imagine there isn't a part of the ship you haven't seen before." This was our 12th Disney Cruise and would be our 4th time on the Dream, one of the four ships that Disney had. My wife looked at me and said, "True, I guess." My wife and I were Disney fanatics. We visited Disney World several times a year and went on Disney cruises as often as possible. There was something about being at Disney that just felt right with me. I loved everything there. The rides, the parades, the shows, the dinning, the special activities you could do, seeing Mickey and Donald, all of it. One of the things I didn't really tell my wife though is how much I loved the princesses, she sensed there was something about them that caught my attention, but she didn't know how much I loved seeing them. She even humored my desire to have my picture taken with them. I would always stand with plenty of space between us and offer my arm and elbow to them for the photo. I definitely didn't want them to think I was some dirty old perv trying for a quick feel. What my wife didn't know was I was envious of them. I loved how beautiful they looked, their amazing make up, their perfect hair, although I knew from tours the hair was a wig. What I was really jealous of though was their gorgeous gowns. To be able to wear something that feminine and beautiful, they were so lucky. I loved to watch them move as almost gliding. Belle's big beautiful gold dress was probably my favorite, although both Cinderella's and Elsa's dresses were pretty amazing. I really shouldn't include Elsa in the princess category since she was technically a queen, but the dress was great. My only other Disney complaints were, there was so much cute girl's Disney themed stuff. Starting with Minnie Ears, to pretty t shirts with cute sayings, all the way through Disney inspired nail designs. I hated that I couldn't enjoy Disney bounding like girls and women. The other complaint was with the Disney employees, or Cast Members as they were called, and it wasn't their fault, but every time one of them said "Princess" to any woman at Disney I would get green with envy inside. I longed for them to say to me, "Your ears are fabulous Princess!" I am a deep in the closet crossdresser. I started dressing up after I turned 18 using my mom's things. First it was just bras, panties, and pantyhose. Eventually it would be a full outfit and even some make up. I was never caught by my mom but there were some close encounters. I also had one amazing afternoon at a female neighbor's house right after high school. She and her friend dressed me in tights, a blouse and a corduroy jumper style dress, and a pair of clogs. They added make up and I was in heaven. I didn't tell them I loved it and when the neighbor's father discovered us, he was not happy so nothing like that ever happened again. As I got older, I went through the typical trials of most crossdresser and binged and purged women's clothing for years. I would even stop for many years at a time but then something would trigger the idea and desire and I would start up again. The arrival of the internet was both a blessing and curse. The blessing was in the information that was available, the realization that there were lots like me, and the ability to live vicariously through other crossdressers. The curse was that vicarious living wasn't enough a lot of times and the desire and need would grow stronger. Currently, I have a collection of about a half dozen dresses, numerous pairs of heels (a weakness of mine), bras, panties, hose and tights. They are all hidden away in a place that my wife would never look and when the opportunity comes about, I pull them out and spend a few hours in feminine paradise. I also do a lot of daydreaming during that time of what it would be like to actually go outside the four walls of my house wearing women's clothes. I occasionally consider confessing my crossdressing to my wife but never do. I am truly scared that she won't keep my secret. As we went up over the bridge coming into the port and everyone on the bus saw the Disney ship the noise and excitement grew. I always loved this part and seeing and hearing all the happy families. Jordie lifted her body up so her head went over the seat and said, "Thank you all again for doing this. It is just so wonderful. A dream coming true!" "You are welcome, very happy we could do it," my wife replied. "It is going to be a lot of fun." Pat and my wife had been best friends for years. Unfortunately, the last ten to fifteen years had been tough on Pat. She had gotten divorced and her husband had pretty well screwed her over with the settlement and she had always had to scratch her money together. Her daughter had basically followed the same path except she ended up with a husband walking out while the kids were still young. Her husband paid just enough alimony and child support, when he was actually working, to buy a little food, and clothes for the kids. Jordie and her kids had moved back in with Pat and they all lived in a small three bedroom rambler. The basement of the house was used to make their income. Pat had a hair saloon and Jordie stored and sold her LuLaRoe clothes and Farmisa cosmetics from there. Those endeavors covered their mortgage, food and clothes and little else. Vacations for them were a thing of the past. Meanwhile my wife and I were fortunate, I had a fantastic pension and had found a great retirement job to make even more money. My wife had recently inherited a sizeable amount of money when her mother passed away. This had allowed us to fuel our Disney addiction along with having other fun vacations. My wife would visit Pat and tell her all the stories and Pat would listen and be happy for her. Three months ago though Pat broke down when Sarah was telling the tales of our latest Disney adventure. She apologized but said she just couldn't hear it. It had been too long since she had been able to do anything like that and didn't think she would ever get to do something like that. When Sarah got home, she told me the story and asked if we could do something for her. After talking it over we decided that we would invite her on a cruise with us. Part of our decision for this was we knew she loved Disney, the movies, the characters, the music. When we realized that if they shared a room, her daughter could also go for only a little more money we invited them both. We also decided that we would take them to Disney World but wanted to wait until Jordie's kids were about a year or two older. When we made the invitations, they both broke down and said they couldn't accept that, it was too much. We told them they would be giving us a gift as they allowed us to be a part of their excitement. When it turned out the trip was going to be on Jordie's 30th birthday that was the icing on the cake. The bus came to a stop and more excitement built up with the passengers. I looked at the outfits that Sarah, Pat and Jordie were wearing. They all had on LuLaRou Disney leggings. When Jordie put her Minnie Ears on I may have outwardly sighed with envy. I just isn't fair I thought, and I stood up in my light blue Disney Castaway Cay t shirt and khaki shorts. I was even jealous of my wife's Doppleganger Hair Don't Care hat. We all had flip flops on but of course the girls had pretty painted toenails in different colors. Everyone began to gather their things and patiently waited their turn to get off and start the check in process. We went through the security screening and headed up to check in and then moved onto the boat. Since my wife and had done these numerous times, weren't in awe but it was fantastic to see the looks of amazement and wonder in in Pat and Jordie's eyes. I had told them we would head to the buffet for lunch first and then would be free to start enjoying the trip. During lunch we talked about the show and dinner plans. Disney offers a Broadway quality show almost every night on this cruise, but the big show would be Beauty and the Beast on the third night. That was also Formal Night on the ship. "So how dressy do we have to be for dinner tonight?" Pat asked. My wife replied that she was wearing one of her Disney LuLaRou dresses tonight. I said I was wearing a Disney themed Tommy Bahama shirt and khakis. More khakis I thought, at least the shirts were Disney themed and colorful. "What about the semi-form and formal night? What are you wearing then?" Jordie said. "I brought some summer print dresses. It is sleeveless so I have a light sweater to go with it because it can sometimes be a little cool in the restaurants. I also have some new white strapped low wedged shoes," Sarah responded. "But honestly, you don't have to dress up if you don't want to. You will see a wide variety those nights. There will be elegant gowns to leggings in the dinning room. Although I do like seeing the families where they get all dressed up for their pictures with Captain Mickey in his formal attire," I responded. I didn't add that I was also jealous of Minnie Mouse's formal night attire. It is a beautiful silver sequin dress and heels. I think most closeted crossdresser were automatically drawn to anything with sequins in it. I was also a big fan of anything with lace. We were all finishing up our lunch and Pat and Jordie were anxious to get to their stateroom and check them out. We agreed that we would meet outside our rooms in 45 minutes. Pat and I were going to head to the pool and Sarah and Jordie were doing to do some exploring. As I started to stand, I somehow caught the side of table which caused both mine and my wife's drinks to spill over into my lap. It soaked my shorts and my t shirt. Great, I thought but at least I could change into my bathing suit when I go to the room. Having stayed in the same class of room for all our cruises, there wasn't a lot to check out for us when we got to the room. I quickly changed out my clothes into my bathing suit and a t shirt that I had cut the sleeves off. That was my standard attire for the pool or the beach. I neatly folded up the clothes that were covered with the cokes that Sarah and I had been drinking and put them on the bathroom floor. I pulled out the magnets to decorate the cabin room doors from my carry- on backpack. I had an Aerial magnet for Sarah and Donald Duck one for me. We also had a bunch of ship shaped magnets that listed all the different cruises we had been on. Last, I added our Platinum Castaway Club Magnet and Disney World Annual Pass magnets. I had picked out a Cinderella magnet for Pat and an Elsa magnet for Jordie and put them on their door. They had told me those were their favorite princesses. I bit my tongue and didn't point out that Elsa wasn't a princess. I threw my Itouch, Kindle, and sunscreen in the Disney Cruise sling bag I had was ready to head to the pool. I told my wife I would see her at the safety briefing location and stepped in the hallway to wait for Pat. I choose to walk down the hall to look at some of the other door decorations before I heard Pat call my name. "Hey Brad. Ready to head to the pool?" "Definitely. I need a little energy boost from the sun," I replied. "Thanks for the magnets. They are great." We made our way to the adult pool area. Disney does a great job of letting you get away from kids and has adult only areas of the ship. The pool area was starting to get crowded but we were able to find a place in the sun and secured our loungers. I asked her if she wanted a drink and reminded her that Bahama Mamas were the drink of the day. "That sounds fantastic," she said. Just as I started to head towards the bar a waiter appeared and asked if we like anything. I told her we would each have a Bahama Mama. I sat down on my lounger and Pat removed her cover up. She was wearing a bright multi-color bathing suit that fit her well. A cute short skirt portion gave her some modesty around the waist and bottom, but her cleavage was displayed nicely. "That is a cute bathing suit," I told her. "Oh, you like it? I got it for the cruise. My bikini days are over I am afraid," she replied. We took our seats and started to look around at the people who were in the pool area. There was a pretty good mixture of people. Older couples, possibly grandparents paying for the family vacation, and younger couples possibly on the ship alone. I enjoyed people watching and enjoyed checking out the hot bodies of both the women and men. A woman had come in who was wearing skin-tight mermaid leggings that showed off her ass. This caught my attention along with Pat's, and the woman sitting on the other side of me. "Yea, if looked that good in them I would be wearing that also. Wow." I heard this from the woman next to me and when I looked at her, she had a kind of sheepish smile. "I agree. Especially about the Wow. Everything there looks good," I said with a small laugh. Pat leaned towards us and said, "I am pretty sure every eye in the place is looking at the same spot." I looked around and found that was pretty much the truth. She had drawn a lot of attention. As I watched her a look of recognition came across her face and she started to wave her arm to someone on the other side. I followed her gaze and saw a man moving towards her. The closer he got the more obvious it was that they belonged together. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of tropical leave covered board shorts. They hung a little low on his waist and as he came up to her you could see his perfect abs including the veins that ran from his lower stomach into the shorts. "Oh my," I heard from the woman on the other side. Pat said to her, "Eye candy for us too!" I thought for a second and then said, "I think that couple is eye candy for everyone." Pat raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you think he is eye candy? Or that the two of them together provide eye candy for everyone?" "Yes," I said with a big grin. "Yes, what? To both questions, OR the second one?" "Yes, to both. I can appreciate a hot body of both a man, or a woman," I replied but a little less sure of myself. "Interesting. That is cool. Does Sarah know that you check men out?" Pat asked. "Honestly, I don't know. And check out is a little strong. I am just saying that it is easy to admire a body that looks like that. Especially while on vacation." "What happens on vacation stays on vacation," the other woman said and rolled over on her stomach and turned to look the other way as the eye candy couple moved to the other side of the ship. Right then our waitress returned with out drinks. "Here you are princess," she said as she handed Pat her drink. Even on the ship I thought, the girls and women get to be princesses. She handed me mine and the receipt with the bill. I handed her my Key to the World card to pay for the drinks. We spent an hour sitting in the sun, watching people, Pat pointed out a few more hot guys and girls to me. We commented on some of the women's bathing suits, maybe being a little catty about some of the women's choices. It was very enjoyable. "You know. I always feel comfortable with you. It is weird, normally I am a little nervous talking with men. With you it just feels, I don't know different. It is almost like you are one of the girls. I hope that doesn't offend you," Pat offered. "No, not offended. I will take it as a compliment. Thank you. We probably need to get going. If we are late to the safety briefing, they won't be happy." I noticed everyone else was getting up from their loungers and moving towards their pre-established spots. I stood up and went to reach down for my sling pack and heard the sound of stitches ripping. I then felt the back side of bathing suit become looser. I was pretty sure I knew what happened but turned my back to Pat and asked her if I had just ripped my bathing suit open. "Oh yea, wide open. If it wasn't for the mesh, I would be getting a pretty good show." She laughed. "Great." Well at least I had another suit with me but that was in my luggage that Disney was bringing on the ship. I wrapped my towel around to cover up the gaping hole and headed out. We met Sarah and Jordie at the entrance to the movie theater which was our rendezvous spot for the briefing. Jordie was telling her mom all about the things she had seen on the ship and was very excited. I filled Sarah in on my latest wardrobe problem. "Things aren't going really great for you, huh. I took your other clothes to the laundry and threw them in the washer for you. I didn't want the coke stain to set in. Once we are done here, we can throw them in dryer in case our luggage hasn't made it to the room." Once the safety briefing was over, I headed straight back to the room. Sarah headed to the laundry to switch my laundry to the dryer. We all agreed to meet outside our rooms at 5:45 to head to the show. As I walked down the narrow hallway and approached our room, I saw that many of them had luggage sitting outside the doors. Disney would deliver you luggage to the door of your stateroom. As I got closer to our side by side rooms, I saw two suitcases outside Pat and Jordie's room. Our room only had one in front of it. My wife and I had matching luggage, so I looked at the tag and it had her name on it. I was a little nervous that mine wasn't there but on a previous cruise with my brother in law, and sister in law one of their suitcases showed up a hour later than the other one, so I wasn't too worried. I brought my wife's luggage in and decided I would take a quick shower. Sarah was in the room putting her stuff away when I got out of the shower. I poked my head out to see if my luggage was there and it wasn't. "Umm.... So, when I went to laundry to put your clothes in the dryer they weren't there," She said. "What? Where would they be? How can that happen?" I was starting to get frustrated. I had planned to put the shorts on and go get a beer to enjoy on the deck as we sailed off. "I don't know sweetie, but they weren't. I am assuming someone threw them in with their stuff by mistake. I am sure they will just leave them in the laundry room when they realize it." "Just great." I poked my head into the hallway to see if my luggage had magically appeared in the last three minutes. "My current wardrobe consists of a ripped in half bathing suit and a sleeveless t shirt. That pretty much makes me a prisoner of the room." "Hmmm.... Hold on a second. I might have an idea," Sarah said as she dug through her clothes. "How about these? I think they would fit you?" She was holding up a pair her shorts. They were navy blue and had some small pockets on the side and the on the back. A cloth belt was built in. They didn't look like male shorts, but they didn't really look girly either. She handed them to me. I took them and examined them for a minute. "Maybe." I was actually a little excited, while it wasn't a dress or even a skirt, I would be wearing woman's clothes in front of my wife. "What about a shirt? All I have is my worn-out pool shirt." "This is the shirt I was going to wear with them." She had pulled out a teal colored LuLaRou women's t shirt. She had bought one that was a little larger because she also wore them with a pair of her leggings, and it covered her butt. "It is definitely a girl's shirt, but you have to look at it closely to notice that." I reached for it and said, "Well this will beat being stuck in the room until my luggage gets here." I turned my back to her to take my towel off and ripped bathing suit off and pulled the shorts on. They buttoned easily and did fit. If anything, they were a little loose. I removed the shirt I had on and pulled her shirt on. When I looked in the mirror it was obvious, at least to me, that I was wearing women's clothing, but it didn't jump out as women's clothing. "I think you can get away with that," Sarah said. "No one is going to be looking at you that closely. You can go get a beer and hopefully when you get back your luggage will be here." I took some steps toward the door and noticed a slight problem. The tip of my penis was rubbing against the seam. Not a big deal for a short walk but a long walk might be uncomfortable. I tried to adjust but that didn't really work. "If you play with yourself while going to get a beer people will probably notice that." "Sorry, IT is rubbing, and I think will get uncomfortable. Do you have a different pair of shorts?" "Hmmm... Maybe you need underwear. Something softer to rub on. Just a second." Sarah dug into her suitcase and brought out a pair of her panties. They were a bikini cut with a little lace around the waist in emerald green. "Oh... will those fit me? I am not sure about this." That is what I said out loud but inside I was screaming yes. Sarah was giving me panties to wear. "Well the shorts fit us both so I am thinking my panties will fit us both." I took of the shorts and took the panties. They fit, but not great. I felt myself starting to stiffen a little so I quickly put the shorts back on and within a couple steps I knew this would work. "Fix the problem?" "Yes, thanks. Here goes nothing." I stepped out into the hall and headed off to get my beer. I walked by several people in the hall and no one looked at me funny. In the elevator on my way up to the pool level I had one woman do a second look but didn't say anything. I headed towards the pool bar and while walking it really sunk into me. I was out in public in women's clothing. It might not be a dress and heels, but I was wearing girl things. When I got to the bar, I suddenly didn't feel like I wanted a beer and ended up ordering another Bahama Mama. I took the drink and went and sat in a lounger. I actually crossed my leg and sipped my drink through my straw. I decided I was going to enjoy this moment even if it only last thirty minutes. ************ When I got back to the room Sarah was in the shower and my luggage was no where to be seen. I called the bell services and they said they would check the status. At the same time there was a knock on the door and when I opened it our room attendant was there. I asked him about the luggage. He said he thought it had been dropped out but would check on it. I also requested that he turn the couch into a bed each night. Sarah and I rarely shared a bed anymore. She snored and had restless leg syndrome, both made it hard to sleep in the same bed with her. At home we had our own rooms. "So how did it go? Did you make it up and back safely in your outfit? Did anyone say anything?" Sarah asked as she stepped out of the shower side of the dual bathrooms. "No. And I called bell services to check on my luggage? I am getting a little antsy. The show starts in 45 minutes and I want to go to the pub for trivia afterwards, and then dinner." "Well if it doesn't show up in the twenty or thirty minutes, I am sure we can figure something out for you to wear." "Yea, sure. Like what? All you packed were t shirts, LuLaRoe tops, a couple pair of shorts, Disney leggings, capris and a couple of LuLaRoe dresses. Not sure how I am making an outfit out of any of that." Although the idea of wearing Disney leggings at least made me smile on the inside. "Well all of them would fit you and I know you are at least a little envious of my Disney leggings. I bet you would look cute in them." This was interesting to me. A few times over the course our marriage I had thrown out very vague hints about crossdressing to her and I had never even got a sense of positive response. I decided I would take this opening. "Umm, shorts and this top are one thing. You are right, people have to look close to notice. Leggings are completely different. Although you are right, I am envious of your Disney things. Girls get way cooler stuff to pick from than boys." "You say that all the time. So, if you had to, or could, wear something of mine what would it be?" She was smiling as she said it. I was honestly a little confused. Was there an opening here? Could I be honest? Could I trust her? I don't know if it was the Bahama Mama I had just finished or what, but I decided to really push the envelope. "Anything? Hmmm... either your Donald Duck leggings or.... Your Minnie Mouse dress." The first part had come out easy the second part not so much. Regardless, it was out there and there was no taking it back. To her credit she didn't give much away in her facial expression, but she did let it hang there for a few seconds longer than it needed it to. I was just getting ready to fall back on the just kidding excuse when she finally spoke. "The dress might be a bit much, especially without some accessories and other changes. The leggings though, I bet we could get you through the evening with those." She went over to her stuff and pulled out a pair of grey leggings that had Donald Duck prints all over them and laid them on the bed. Then she went to closet and pulled out a three-quarter sleeve tunic style shirt that was a kind of Royal Blue color that matched Donald's sailor uniform. Right when I was going to have to say something the phone rang. Sarah answered it and I listened to her say things like really, so what happens next, okay, and thanks. "So, do you really want to wear the Donald Duck leggings this evening?" "What did they say about my luggage?" "That is why I asked about the leggings. They said your luggage was delivered but since it obviously not in the room it may have been delivered to wrong room and they are waiting for another passenger to report it. Or, and they said, and they don't think this is the case, it was stolen out of the hallway. They are reviewing the security footage from the hallway but since our room is on a spot that the hall juts out, they don?t have a complete view." "Well this is great and they have no idea when they will know?" "No. they just said they would let us know something as soon as possible. So, if you want to wear my leggings this is a great chance to do it. If they don?t find your suitcase maybe you can wear the dress tomorrow. If that is something you really want to do?" I could feel my face turning red, my mouth getting dry, my pulse racing. The tone of her voice seemed very sincere and accepting, it felt like I could honestly answer her. Still I wasn?t ready to come out completely, so I decided to meet in the middle. "How about the leggings tonight and I hope people don?t pay a lot of attention. If we are lucky, whoever has my luggage will turn it in and I can wear my stuff starting tomorrow. Do you think Pat and Jordie will be okay with this?" "I am sure they will be fine with it. Jordie will probably be excited that she might have a new customer." Sarah giggled as she said that. "I am going to pop over there and tell them what is going on and you go ahead and get changed." I couldn?t believe this was happening. I quickly pulled of the clothes I had on and put the tunic style shirt on and then the leggings keeping Sarah panties on. I went over the mirror and noticed two problem. First the small bump in the front of the leggings was a little unsightly, second the panties showed through leggings and didn?t look that good either. It was also obvious I was wearing panties. As a crossdresser I knew a couple of tricks that I could use to smooth out the front. One was to tuck the object that caused the bump back with a tight pair of panties, preferably a thong, which would also help with the second problem. I knew that Sarah didn?t have any thongs so that wasn?t going to work as I continued to look down at the bump. "Hey, they are very cool with it. Even excited!" Sarah yelled out as she, Pat and Jordie came into the stateroom. "They rushed over to see how you look." Sarah looked down at my groin. "Oh, yea I didn?t think about that. That might be problem. Ladies any thoughts?" I couldn?t believe that she had figured out the problem so quickly and that she was asking Pat and Jordie about how to hide my penis. "Maybe we should go with plan C, which I have no idea what that is but there has to be something," I said. Jordie slipped out behind her mom and Sarah and I turned to go sit on the couch to think. "Oh, that might be as bad as the front," I heard Sarah say. I knew that panty lines were a big issue with her, she avoided them at all costs. "So, going commando is out of the question which I what I do when I wear leggings," Pat said. "I am assuming those panties are yours?" She looked at Sarah who shook her head yes. "Maybe smaller or different style panties would work?" "I only have one size and one style" Sarah responded. "Well mine are probably the same size and I only have bikini cut." We heard a knock on the door, and I got a sudden hope up that my luggage was showing up. Sarah opened the door and Jordie stepped back in holding stuff in her hands. "I bet one of these might help." I looked in her hands as she dangled a couple pair of panties in them. One pair was pink, I noticed it had writing on the them. The other pair was black lace but very small. The pink pair was a thong and the black a G string. I knew from experience that lace edges on panties were okay, but all lace panties tended to rub things the wrong way. I also knew that the thong, if small enough, would hold things tight and the G string might not. When I looked closer at both pairs, I realized they looked like pairs that I actually owned. Every once in a while, I would brave enough to go into Victoria Secrets and do one of their five pairs of panties deals. I probably owned twenty or more pairs now. Sarah grabbed the pink pair and said, "These would probably be great and look the writing says, Girly, that is perfect." "Ah, Jordie I can?t borrow those. I wouldn?t feel comfortable doing that!" I quickly said. "You aren?t borrowing them; I am giving them to you. I brought plenty." "That is for sure. I think you brought enough clothes for two weeks and enough undies to change every few hours," Pat said. "Honey, take them and go try them on and see if they fix that small problem you have." Sarah handed me the panties and motioned me towards the bathroom. I stepped in the bathroom and while changing into them I was wondering if she had emphasized the word small just a minute ago. I wasn?t big down there that was for sure but I pretty much close to average, I think. I hate to admit it but as I pulled them up and situated my penis in them, they felt wonderful and I had to will myself to not get hard. "Hey, if those panties are turning you on go ahead and take care of it so that won?t be a problem for the rest of the night or maybe even tomorrow." Was Sarah now taking shots at my recovery time? We rarely had sex anymore anyways so why did it matter, but to say that with Pat and Jordie in the room was a step to far. Although, her comments were enough to cure the problem and I shrunk back to normal. When I got the chance to dress up at home I pretty much never got aroused anymore. When I was a teenager it was a regular part of my dressing up but that had changed as I got older. I pulled the leggings back on and looked down and saw that Jordie?s thong, or I guess mine now, had made me smooth in front. A quick look in the mirror at my butt and I knew that my problems were taken care of and I stepped back in the room. "Well that did the trick are we ready to go see the show?" Sarah said. Pat and Jordie gave around of yesses. I stepped into the hallway not wanting to say anything to her right now. As we walked down the hallway and passed a couple of groups going the other way, I got a couple curious looks at my leggings but no evil eyes. I knew the true test would be the elevator lobby and elevator ride. If people were going to stare it would be then. "I think his butt might look better in those leggings than mine does," I heard Sarah say from behind me. "I guess all the time on the stair machine and doing squats has paid off." Pat laughed at that and Jordie who was walking next to me giggled a little and then said. "Maybe I need to hire you as a personal trainer to get my butt looking that good." Before I could respond I heard Sarah say, "I can?t believe you aren?t trying to pull that thong out of your butt by now. I wouldn?t have been able to stand it if was me. I wonder if this is your first time wearing one?" Thankfully we reached the elevator right then and I couldn?t respond because of the people waiting on it. Although, I am not sure what I would say. I could definitely tell that the empathetic voice from the room had been replaced with sarcastic jabs. There was a family with young kids waiting and an older couple. All of the adults looked at my leggings and at me, but no one said anything. We made it to the theater and found some seats, by now I had stopped looking to see if anyone was looking at my leggings. The cruise director came out and talked about our cruise. She reminded use that tomorrow was a day at sea and that the day after we would be at Disney?s private island Castaway Cay. She also told us that it the weather might not be perfect in the morning, Disney code for rain, but that by afternoon it should be a great day to be on the pool deck. The show started, The Golden Mickeys, which was a Broadway style show that allowed Disney to bring out lots of the iconic characters, some princesses, and even a few of the villains while also playing some of the great songs. When it was over both Pat and Jordie couldn?t stop talking about how great it was. I knew we had picked the right people to share a Disney Cruise with. We walked out of the theater and it brought us past the shops on the ship. I stepped into one and went to look at the clothing. There were polo shirts, even a Tommy Bahama shirt, Disney Cruise t shirts, etc. I didn?t see any pants or even shorts though. If I had to, I could pick up a couple things here, but I honestly didn?t want to spend the money if I didn?t have to. I am not cheap, but I did try and make good decisions. I saw the girls looking some the things in women?s section and made my way over to them. "See anything over there you liked?" Sarah asked. "No, nothing really different than what we saw on our last cruise." "Maybe you need to be looking over here, since every time we shop at Disney on either the cruise ships or in Disney World you complain that women get a lot more choices than men." This was true. I did say that often while we were shopping. I didn?t think she had ever paid that much attention as I said it. "Aren?t you a fan of these? I am pretty sure this would fit you." She had pulled out a spirit jersey with Disney Cruise Line across the shoulders. It was a sea foam color and yes, I was a fan of them. "I am and I like that. Do you have any leggings I could wear with them?" I had decided right then that I was going to fight fire with fire on her sarcastic jabs. I did notice Pat had suddenly put a big smile on her face as I said it. "I am sure I have something. And since you obviously are comfortable in leggings, I am buying this for you. Along with a little surprise that I am sure you would like. Why don?t you go and check to see if your suitcase is in the room? If it is you can change, if you want." She took the shirt from the rack and walked away. "Okay, meet you in the pub for trivia?" I was trying to stay calm. I felt like something was happening here and I wasn?t sure what it was, but I also wasn?t going to get in fight about it in front of Pat and Jordie, much less, everyone else in the shop. I got a quick yes for a reply. I headed to the stateroom and as I went down the hall, I didn?t see a suitcase in the hallway. When I entered the room there was no suitcase inside either. I noticed the flashing light on the phone and picked it up to hear the message. Bell services was advising no one had reported an extra suitcase and that security had been unable to find anything suspicious on the video. I wasn?t sure if I was disappointed in that news or not because honestly, I was enjoying wearing the panties, leggings and top although I wasn?t sure what I would wear tomorrow if nothing was found. I found Sarah, Pat and Jordie in the pub. Sarah and I always went to the trivia in the pubs between the shows and dinner. Tonight, was seventies music and we normally did okay with that category. They had saved a stool for me at a high-top table. "Any luck?" Sarah asked. I shook my head no. "I ordered you a drink." I nodded a thank you to her. I was still trying to get a sense of her after some of the more recent comments. The trivia started and we were doing well. Pat was helpful but Jordie was kind of lost. I told her she would be our ringer for nineties music night. The waiter showed up with our drinks. The girls all had gotten Sangrias and my wife had gotten a glass of red wine for me. I normally had a beer during trivia and the look on my face must have showed I was wondering what was going on. "I didn?t think a beer would go with your outfit, but I wasn?t sure if a Sangria was to girly?" She said this with a big smile that was again hard to read. "The wine is perfect." I had decided on the walk to the pub that if I didn?t let her think she was getting under my skin, I would be able to keep some control of what was going on. At the same time, I was enjoying this and while it wasn?t an elegant gown and heels, I was wearing cute Disney girl stuff in public, something I had dreamed of. The table next to us was made up of a man and woman about the same age as Sarah, Pat and me. There were also two women in their early thirties. They had looked at my outfit a few times, but it felt that the looks were ones of approval or support. Finally, the older woman leaned in towards me and said, "Decided you didn?t want to the be the odd one out?" At first, I wasn?t sure what she meant but then realized it was the clothes. "I actually don?t have anything to wear. My luggage is missing somewhere on the ship and the clothes I wore on the ship are missing from the laundry room." "Oh wow. Well I am sure Disney will figure it out. They figure out everything. But if they don?t you look great. I am pretty sure my husband has been checking out your ass the whole time you have been sitting there. I wish my butt looked that good in leggings." I am sure I was very red when I said, "Thank you, I guess." This was the second time someone had commented on my butt in the leggings. I knew that all the squats, burbees, and other working out I have done had resulted in me loosing a significant amount of weight. I never considered that it had made me have a nice butt. Trivia ended and it was time to head to dinner. We were eating in the Enchanted Garden restaurant tonight. As we walked from the pub to the restaurant Jordie was walking next to Sarah and I was walking next to Pat. "So, are you enjoying your outfit?" Pat asked. "What do you mean? I know I would rather have my own clothes. I do know that the leggings are comfortable, but I am not a big fan of the attraction this is bringing me." "Are you sure? It is okay to like it. Did you know my sister dated a crossdresser for a long time? He would love to be in your position. Maybe what you need to do is to go all in." I was panicked. Could Pat tell I was a crossdresser? How should I respond to that? I had never told anyone. I didn?t know what to say. "Think about it. You are on edge because everyone can tell immediately that you are guy wearing girl things. What if they had to really look close to tell? Wouldn?t that put you more at ease? And Sarah has told me that you are always commenting on all the cute and fun Disney girl?s clothes and accessories." "I don?t know how to respond to that," I said because it was the honest answer. If I said yes, I would be letting the cat out of the bag. I knew from reading discussions boards for crossdressers that once the Jennie leaves the bottle, you can?t put it back in. For some that works out well, for others it turns out really bad. Earlier I felt like Sarah was okay with this, but her recent comments had made me reconsider that. I did want to get an idea though of what Pat meant by all in though. "All in? What exactly do you mean by that?" "That means you go for it. You do it all, hair, make up, shave your legs, arms, maybe even paint your nails. Think about it, you have a hair stylist and a make up salesperson with you on this trip. If you have ever dreamed about it this is time to do it." I know my facial expression and eyes gave me away. My dream for years was to get a make over done. I had promised myself if I got my weight below 175 pounds, I was going to do that. I currently weighed 173 pounds. I had also told myself that as soon as this trip was over, I was making an appointment, but I wasn?t sure I was being honest with myself about that. "I can see in your eyes you want to. And I am pretty sure this isn?t your first time wearing girly stuff. No pressure, you decide but so you know, Jordie and I would love to help you. It is the least we can do for you giving us the wonderful trip." We had arrived at the restaurant now, so I didn?t say anything in response. The ma?tre de looked at Sarah?s Key to the World car to check our table number and directed a young woman to lead us to it. Pat and Jordie were taking it all in as we walked through the restaurant and were eventually seated. As we all picked up our menus, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and turned and saw the woman from the pub leaning down towards me. "I don?t think my husband?s eyes left your ass from the pub to here darling." I just smiled and watched her take a seat at the table across the walking aisle from us. I wasn?t sure if that was a compliment or her making some type of statement to me. I did notice that two more people were at their table. They looked to be a mid-twenties couple, maybe, I wasn?t sure. I was trying to figure out the dynamics of the group. All the women had an engagement style ring on their finger, so the math wasn?t adding up. Dinner was wonderful, the service was great, Sarah and I decided that our serving team might end up in the running for the best ever. The head server was from Jamicca and her assistant was from Croatia. Pat and Jordie were amazed by how nice the servers were and how good the food was. As we were finishing desert Sarah looked at me and asked, "What is the plan for tomorrow?" "It is a day at sea. It sounds like the weather in the morning isn?t going to great. I was thinking breakfast at 09:30? That lets you sleep in a little but also not miss the buffet. I know the last thing on anyone?s mind after that dinner is food, but the breakfast buffet is pretty awesome." Jordie asked, "Are there any activities, at least in the morning, since it sounds like the pool will be out because of the weather?" "Sure, just look at your navigator on the phone. There are character greetings if you want a pic with the characters. There is probably a trivia or two, which is what I will probably do, oh and since tomorrow is our only sea day, I bet the Jack Jack diaper races are tomorrow." Sarah quickly stepped in. "Oh, you all will want to see that. They race crawling babies in the lobby. It is a lot of fun to watch." "I definitely want to watch that," Pat replied. "So, what are your plans for clothing tomorrow?" Sarah turned to me and asked. All through dinner I had been thinking about Pat?s suggestion and offer. I really wanted to take her up on it, but I had no idea how to even broach the subject with Sarah. "I guess leggings again for tomorrow. Do you have another pair I could borrow and a shirt?" "I do have a pair you can borrow. And I got you some surprises that will go great with them. We have to pick them up from Pat and Jordie?s room. Are we ready to head to the room? Anyone want to do the adult entertainment tonight? It is a magician and I am not a big magician fan." "I am tired and ready for bed. I didn?t sleep that great last night. I was to excited about getting on the boat," Jordie replied. "Me too," said Pat. "Guess that means we are heading to our rooms," I said as I got up from the table. We took the elevator up to our deck. I noticed a few more looks but again no one laughed or made a face that showed any negative emotions to how I was dressed. We enjoyed checking out all the various the door decorations. When we got to Pat and Jordie?s door they told us to come in so I could see what Sarah had gotten me. Sarah handed me the Disney shopping bag and the first thing I pulled out were a pair of Minnie Ears. The ears were Sea Foam colored sequins and it had a pinkish colored sequined covered bow. There was also the Sea Foam colored spirit jersey I saw in the shop earlier. "I love the shirt. And the ears will look great with our collection for the Disney bathroom at home. Thanks." We have a bathroom at our house that is themed Disney. Paintings, a pin collection board, and ears that line the top of the walls. I had found this was a way for me to collect the ears I loved so much without drawing to much attention to it. "Yes, they will look good there. But they would look better on you with that shirt and the Minnie Mouse leggings I am going to loan you." "I think the ears and even Minnie leggings are a couple steps to far. That is going to draw a lot of attention and I don?t want that." "Not if you let Jordie and Pat help you blend a little better," Sarah responded. I knew exactly what she meant and standing behind her Pat was smiling and shaking her head yes. I still wasn?t going to eagerly jump at this in fear that it would expose me. "Blend? What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. Have Pat do a little something with your hair. It is the longest it has been in years so I am sure she could figure something out that would be more girly. And I know for sure that Jordie could do something with a little make up. Then no one would wonder why you were wearing girl?s clothes, they would just think you were a girl." "What? I can?t do that. That is ridiculous." I knew my protesting was a little over the top and I was a wreck inside, between total fear of being to eager, and excitement about the possibility. "How about this. Tomorrow morning you come over to our room about eight and you let Sarah sleep in a little. Jordie and I will do a little trial run. If you don?t like what you see, or are uncomfortable, then a quick shower and you are done, and we keep working on finding semi- unisex stuff for you for the rest of the trip," Pat offered. "Perfect, that is the plan. Brad will be here at 8:00 tomorrow," Sarah quickly said as she pushed me towards the door. "Good night," Jordie said. We entered our room and saw that our towel animal for tonight was an elephant. It was pretty well done but definitely not the best I had seen. I went into pee and brush me teeth, my mind was racing but I knew I was going to be at Pat and Jordie?s door at 8:00 sharp. When I stepped out, I saw that Sarah had laid out a pair of her Little Mermaid Sleeping pants a t shirt for me. While she was in the bathroom I changed and climbed into the bed that had been a couch earlier. "I will meet you at 9:30 for breakfast tomorrow. Enjoy your morning," Sarah said but I couldn?t tell if she was sincere about me enjoying my morning. "Good night. Thanks for your help today." I knew that getting to sleep was going to be difficult, my emotions were terror and excitement. I also knew from being a kid on Christmas Eve, the sooner I fell asleep the sooner it would be morning.