Pantyhose Part 5
Pantyhose Part 5: My next door neighbour was an old man. Even so, the male part of my brain did not want to go to his house dressed as a French Maid. The trouble was my pantyhose was slowly conquering the only part of me that remained male. I was now starting to think of myself as a woman and to think like one. I had already sorted out my wardrobe. My pantyhose had changed into fishnets and suspenders. I looked at myself in the mirror and lifted the right side of my dress until...