Doug and Cindy

Brought to you by Karen Shane.

Hesitantly Doug entered the shop. He was nervous and was sure everyone was watching him. But, as he looked around he saw nobody paying any attention to him so he stepped farther into the little boutique. It was a specialty shop and Doug was sure he could get what he needed here. It had taken him a long time to work up the courage to get this far and he wasn't going to back down now.

"Can I help you?" said the pretty young sales clerk.

"Uh, well, I'd like to look around first," Doug responded.

"O.K., just call if you need any help, I'll be right over here if you need anything." And the clerk turned and left him to wander around the store by himself.

Doug's heart was pounding as he drifted among the isles of clothing. He had always wanted to check out this tall girls shop but he had been too afraid in the past. Now he was determined to go through with it, and he had the hardest part over. He was in the store now and nothing would stop him from completing what he had set out to do today. Towards the back of the store Doug found what he had been looking for, the lingerie section. He quickly selected a Platex Thank-Goodness-It-Fits brasserie in size 38 nearly B. He looked at the package and made sure it was the right bra. It was, and it was in the color he wanted, black, so he turned to the next isle. He found the Platex panty girdles and picked out a thigh high style and made sure it was size 7. With both foundation boxes under his arm he looked around a little more and found some pretty lace trimmed garter belts. He picked one out with red satin trim and added that to the growing collection of packages. Next he journeyed deeper into the store and began examining the rack containing slips. He selected a black lace trimmed nylon tricot slip in size 38 tall. After assuring himself that it would fit properly he picked out a pair of sandalwood nylons stockings and headed for the sales counter.

"Did you find everything you wanted?" Inquired the pretty young girl.

Doug stammered for a second, cleared his throat and then said, "Uh, I think so. Perhaps you could recommend a nice inexpensive outfit to complete this ensemble."

The clerk looked up from the sales tickets she had been checking and examined the items he had placed on the counter. "Well, let's see now. Pretty under things here deserve a pretty dress. Did you want a skirt and blouse, or is a dress more in line with what you had in mind?" she inquired.

"I really hadn't thought about that," Doug returned, "What do you suggest?"

The clerk was making her way through the isles and Doug followed close behind. He had left the other articles on the counter and was startled when the girl turned and held a dress up next to him and said, "This would look pretty with what you've already picked out."

Doug turned red as she held the dress against his body. He wanted to protest, but could not find the courage to deny what the clerk had inferred. The clerk noticed his embarrassment and tried to ease it somewhat, "Don't worry. We get lots of men in here who like the items we sell. If it doesn't bother me, why let it bother you."

He thought about it for a minute and felt a little better with her confiding in him in such a frank manner. "Well, it's just that I never, well..., I mean I never...,"he stammered.

"Don't worry about it. If you'd like, you can try everything on in back. We have a special room and no one will disturb you."

Doug couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Uh, are you sure?"

She draped the dress over her arm and said, "Come on, follow me." Then she turned and headed back to the counter and picked up the other packages he had selected earlier. She continued on to a curtain hanging at the back of the store and held it open for him.

Doug stepped through and then the clerk entered and pointed towards another door. "Right in there, no one will disturb you. If you need any help, just press the little buzzer and I'll come back and help however I can." With that she handed him the dress and other articles, turned and left Doug standing there by himself.

Hesitantly, he thought about it and then hurried to the door. As he pulled the door open he was somewhat surprised to find such a large dressing room. Inside he found that he could bolt the door and he quickly did so. He crossed over to the dressing table and laid the items down. Doug looked around the room and found that in addition to the dressing table, there was a stand with half a dozen different wigs and another dressing table with all kinds of make up on it. He quickly removed his clothing and hung them from a hook next to the table. Standing there naked he began to shake as he removed the lycra panty girdle from its box. He had selected the thigh high type to help hide his maleness and quickly pulled the garment from the box. Nervously he put one foot into the panty and then rapidly slipped the panty over his other foot. Before pulling the garment up he pulled his testicles back between his legs and pressed his thighs together to hold them there. He then pulled the panties up and adjusted them to the contours of his body. Next he removed the brasserie from its carton and noticed his hands were shaking badly. He had a little difficulty fastening the clasps because of shakiness, but managed to get them hooked properly.

He removed the slip from its hanger, pulled off the tags and then slid it over his head. The feeling of constriction from the bra and panty girdle gave him a sense of pleasure. The coolness of silk against his body from the slip sent shudders of delight throughout him. Before trying on the dress he admired his own reflection in the mirror and marveled at how well he could mimic the female form. He was delighted with what he saw and then picked up the dress from the table. After unzipping it full length, he stepped into the dress and then adjusted the shoulders and bust to his figure. With difficulty he managed to get the zipper all the way back up and was just admiring the fit when he heard a knock at the door.

He recognize the clerks voice when she said, "If you're ready, I've picked out a couple of accessories that will go very nicely with that outfit."

Doug was scared! He hadn't planned to try the things on in the store. And now here he was completely dressed in the clothes he had been wanting so long and someone was at the door. Slowly he stepped over to the door and drew the bolt back. The young clerk briskly entered the room and placed some jewelry items on the table. "My but that's a pretty outfit. I'll bet you'd really like to wear those things out of here."

Doug was too stunned. "I don't think that's possible. I'd get into trouble for sure."

"Well listen," she continued, "I'll be closing the shop in a few minutes and you can come by my place. Here, try a couple of these wigs on and I'll be back in a few minutes." With that she left Doug alone to ponder what had just happened.

He picked up the necklace she had left on the table and fastened it around his neck. After slipping the bracelet on his wrist he realized he had not tried on the nylons or garter belt yet so he pulled up his dress and slip and fastened the flimsy garment around his waist. Doug removed the nylons from the container and gathered one up in a ball and slowly fitted it to his leg. After hooking the garters to it he began to put the other one on and was just fastening it when the clerk returned. Since he had forgotten to bolt the door after she had departed, she walked in as he was fastening the other nylon.

"Here," she said as she crossed the room to him "always hook the straps through your panties. That way if you need to take your panties down, you don't have to undo everything." With that she unhooked the garters and threaded the straps through Doug's panty. After she had it properly adjusted she reattached it to the nylon and saw that he was finishing the other nylon. He quickly dropped the slip and smoothed the dress down as the clerk selected a pretty auburn wig and removed it from its stand. "Let's try this one," she said as she motioned for him to set down in the chair in front of the dressing table. Doug meekly obeyed and she expertly fitted the hair piece in place. After adjusting the wig, she stepped back and allowed him to see the full effect in the mirror. He could not believe what his eyes saw. The reflection in the mirror was beautiful! Even without make up the red head returning his gaze from the mirror looked ravishing.

As the clerk picked up a stick of foundation make up she said, "My name's Cindy. What's yours?"

"Doug," he responded quietly as she began smoothing the foundation on his face and neck. Quickly and expertly she blended the make up in with her finger tips and then selected a light green eye shadow for his eyes.

"Green will go good with that wig," Cindy stated as she brushed the light powder on his eyelids. "We don't want to overdo it though. Here, see if you can apply this lipstick properly," she said as she handed Doug a tube of rose petal lip gloss.

Slowly and carefully he traced the outline of his lips with the tube and then pressed his lips together. When he finished Cindy was holding a small Kleenex for him to blot his lips with. "Thanks," he said as he took the Kleenex and completed the task.

Cindy picked up a brush and made minor adjustments to the wig as she inquired, "Have you been doing this long?"

Doug answered tentatively, "Privately I've enjoyed dressing as a woman for a couple of years now. But this is the first time I've ever had the opportunity to share it with anyone else. That's why I came to this boutique. I wanted to make sure I got everything in the right size. I must admit, I was quite surprised with how well you put me at ease in here."

"We get lots of guys in here that are into women's clothes, but you're the first one I've ever given special attention to," she said.

Cindy finished with the brush and was satisfied with the look. "One last thing, we'd better get some shoes for you. Follow me and we'll try a couple pair on." She headed for the door and Doug followed after taking one last look in the mirror. Amazing he thought, absolutely amazing. He followed her out the door and back to the store. Cindy was standing near the shoe department and asked him what size shoe he wore. Doug told her the male size he normally bought and she went over to a rack and pulled a box down. "Here, let's try these," she said as she opened the box and removed a pair of woven straw sandals.

Doug sat down and slipped the sandals on. It took him a second to figure out how the straps laced around his ankle and then he buckled them and stood back up. "Perfect," he said as he admired them in the floor mirror.

"Come on then, let's go. I'll get your other things and put them in a bag. You can change back if you want to at my place." With that Cindy disappeared in the other room for a minute and then reappeared with a boutique plastic bag in hand. Doug followed her as she headed for the door and waited patiently outside as she turned the key in the lock and dropped the keys in her purse.

"I'm parked right around the corner. Let's go across the street for a quick drink before we take off."

"Gee, I don't know if I'm ready for all this. Maybe we'd better just get going," he said.

II

Doug woke from the dream covered with perspiration and with a tremendous hard on. He was in his own bed and could sense his wife's body next to him. He thought about the dream and could recall every detail as if he had really lived the experience. It disturbed him that he had the dream again. This was the third time this week alone and each time it was the same. If only he could see how the dream ended he thought. Or better yet, if he could really experience it. Doug got up from the damp bed and quietly padded out to the kitchen. As he prepared the coffee pot for the morning ritual, he lit a cigarette and pondered the dream again. The aroma of caffeine invaded his nostrils and Doug snubbed out the butt as he reached for a cup. While pouring the hot liquid he heard Cindy stirring in the bedroom and knew she would soon be joining him.

"Have that dream again?" Cindy inquired as she joined him at the kitchen bar. She was the image of his perplexing nocturnal adventure and he only nodded affirmatively as he avoided her gaze. "Come on honey, talk about it. It might help if we can work it out together. I love you dear."

"I don't understand it Cindy," he started, "Why am I having this same reoccurring dream? What does it all mean?"

"Doug, I love you very much. Maybe if we actually acted out the dream, it wouldn't bother you anymore." Cindy peered deeply into his eyes questioningly as Doug turned toward her.

He considered her suggestion and then responded, "I really don't know. We've been married for two years now and why does something like this start affecting me so much? I'm no homosexual and I've never had thoughts like this before. Why now," he inquired.

"Look," Cindy began, "it's Friday and we have the weekend ahead of us. Let's make reservations at a motel in town and just get away from here for awhile. The change will be good for us. And," she lingered for a minute, "perhaps we can explore this a little farther."

Doug considered the idea and then stated, "I'll call from work and make the arrangements. Maybe you're right." As he got up from the bar and started for the bathroom to get ready for work Cindy hugged him tightly and placed an affectionate kiss on his ear lobe.

Doug put the dream from his mind and quickly showered.

Cindy was busy in the bedroom when he left for work and the rest of the day was quite normal for him. During his lunch hour from the parts department he worked in, he called and made the reservations at a Holiday Inn on the outskirts of town. "Maybe Cindy's right," he muttered to himself as he hung up the phone.

Doug arrived home shortly after five o'clock to find Cindy waiting in the living room with three suitcases setting next to the door. "What's this?" he inquired. "I hope you didn't forget to make reservations.

These are our bags, let's go." With that, Cindy grabbed one of the traveling cases and headed out the door. Half an hour later the two were climbing the carpeted stairs to their room at the motel. As Doug placed the luggage on the traveling stand Cindy darted into the bathroom and said, "I'll get a bath ready for you and then call room service for a few drinks while you relax and unwind from the day."

Doug nodded and absent mindedly flipped on the television set. A few minutes later Cindy reappeared and informed him every thing was ready. Entering the bathroom, he noticed she had drawn a hot bubble bath for him and had placed his shaving gear on the counter next to the sink. After removing his clothes and easing into the foamy liquid, Doug heard her requesting a bottle of champagne from room service.

Cindy came into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. She let her hand slip into the warm water and slowly swim its way towards Doug's naked thigh. Just as she made contact with his groin they both heard a knock at the door. "Must be room service," Cindy said as she stood and scooped up the clothing Doug had dropped on the rack above the toilet. Cindy had pulled the bathroom door shut when she opened the door to the hallway to allow the bellhop to bring in the cart with the champagne. After thanking the bellhop she handed him a twenty dollar bill and said, "I'd really appreciate it if you could dispose of these items immediately." With that she handed the bellhop the clothing she had brought from the bathroom with her.

The bellhop smiled quickly as he tucked the bill in his pocket and took the articles she held in his direction. He then disappeared as she closed the door behind him and locked the door.

Cindy carried the champagne and two glasses back into the bathroom and sat them on the floor next to the tub. She removed her blouse and skirt and tossed them out onto the bed as she lowered herself to edge of the tub again.

Doug admired her ample breasts and the way they strained at the skimpy brasserie she was wearing. Cindy filled the glasses with the bubbly liquid and then handed one to Doug. As he started sipping the drink, Cindy picked up the razor from the counter and lowered it into the tub. Doug looked at her inquisitively as she reached into the water with her other hand and grasped his ankle.

"Enjoy every minute of this, Doug. I love you and want you to be as happy as I can make you." Cindy said as she slowly began drawing the razor along his leg. Doug started to protest but she merely handed him another glass of champagne and continued with her task. Moments later she had finished one leg and was busy with the other while Doug helped himself to another drink. When she stopped to admire her handiwork, she noticed he had dozed off and was sleeping with his arms folded behind his head. Carefully and ever so gently she began shaving his underarms and was able to complete the task without awakening him. Satisfied that she had done properly, she left Doug nap a little longer while she went into the other room and set about arranging the rest of her surprise for him.

Doug opened his eyes and felt Cindy massaging his flaccid penis. The water was now tepid and most of the bubbles had dissipated. "Boy, I must have really been tired. How long have I been in here?" Doug asked.

"Not long, honey. It's a little past eight. We ought to get dressed and go down to the lounge for something to eat. Come on and I'll help you." Cindy stood and handed him a towel. Doug quickly dried off and then followed her out of the bathroom. Looking around the room, Doug was unable to find any of his clothing. He picked up each suitcase and noticed they all felt empty. "What did you do with my things?" he inquired.

"Everything you wore in here is gone. I've packed enough for us for the weekend." With that, Cindy handed Doug a pair of pastel blue panties trimmed with delicate lace and watched the expression on his face. Slowly the look of terror was replaced with a peaceful smile as he reached out and took the garment from her hand. Tentatively Doug placed one foot in the panty and then quickly stepped into them with the other foot. As he began pulling the slinky fabric up his body he felt a sense of urgency compelling him onward.

After adjusting the panties, Doug looked at Cindy and noticed she was holding a matching brasserie for him. He put out his hands to accept the bra and Cindy threaded it over his hands and up his arms. As he positioned the boned-underwired cups to his chest, Cindy cinched the garment from behind and hooked the clasps.

Doug admired her selection. The bra fit very comfortably. It was a deep plunge, underwired affair with stretch straps and lace trim everywhere. Before he could inspect the garment any farther, Cindy was wrapping a combination garter belt, waist cincher around his midsection.

It too, he noticed, matched the pastel panties and bra. On each of the elastic garter straps was a small silky ribbon hanging from a little ribbon bow. Cindy had finished hooking the hooks and was trying to zip up the zipper. "You'll have to hold your tummy in as much as possible. I got this a little tight in order to give you a little better figure." She said.

Doug had a hard time believing what was happening, and, he had an equally hard time holding his stomach in enough for Cindy to get the girdle affair zipped up. But somehow she managed and then stepped around in front of him.

She started threading the garter straps through his panties and Doug was quick to follow suit with the other leg. After the eight dangling straps were properly adjusted by Cindy, she handed him a pair of smoke colored nylons and then went over to the dresser.

Doug was busy sliding the smooth silk up his freshly shaven legs and didn't notice Cindy removing the wig from a hat box. He was enjoying the slick feeling the material produced against his bare legs. As he donned the second nylon he became acutely aware of the erection between his legs. The feel of slippery legs, the underwired bra and the gentle caress of the panties were too much for him.

"I thought that might happen." Cindy said as she observed Doug's predicament, "so I've got a little idea how to handle that problem."

Cindy crossed the room to Doug and rolled his panties down. She then stepped behind him and reached through his legs and grabbed his testicles. As she tugged them back she forced his rigid cock back and held it against the two smaller sacks. Next she applied pieces of surgical tape to the head of his penis and pressed the ends to his crotch. She put one more long piece of tape across the length of his hard on and pressed the end of it deep into his anus.

"O.K., now adjust your panties and I'll bet that'll take care of it," she said.

Doug pulled the panties back up and smoothed them in place. He couldn't help but admire the appearance of a feminine pubic mound and glanced at Cindy. She was smiling at the effect of her handiwork and said, "Here, put this slip on and we'll see what a little make up will do." With that she handed him a dainty satin slip of the same pastel color. Doug quickly slid the slip over his head and let it drop down his body. He liked the way the lace trim bodice draped over his bra, and the way the cool, soft fabric felt. As he smoothed the garment in place with his hands his body became charged with a tingling sensation.

Cindy had him set in a chair beside the dressing table while she sat on the edge of the bed and began by trimming his eye brows with a small pair of tweezers. After she had thinned them considerably she picked up a styling pencil and lightly filled out a soft, feminine arch.

After completing the eyebrows, Cindy dabbed small amounts of light aqua colored powder to the tops of his eyelids and then blended it with a cotton swab. Next she applied a Cover Girl foundation to his cheeks, forehead, chin and neck. She also blended this with a cotton ball and then applied a light coating of powder to the same areas. When she was satisfied with the softness of the skin texture, she applied a thin coating of blusher to his cheeks and used her fingers to fade the edges of the blusher. Happy with the effect she was creating, Cindy removed a mascara wand from her make up case and applied a thin coat to Doug's eye lashes.

She sat back on the bed and admired her handiwork. "Damn, you're pretty," she remarked. Doug turned towards the mirror and gasped at how beautiful and womanly he had become. It was difficult for him to imagine that beneath the reflection staring back at him was really a man.

Cindy handed Doug a pair of silver clip on earrings to put on while she fastened a matching silver necklace around his neck. When she finished with the necklace she bent down and hooked a smaller version of the necklace around his left ankle.

"Just a few more details and we'll be ready, honey." She said as she produced a dark brown wig Doug immediately recognized from her collection of wigs at home. She slipped the tresses over his scalp and fitted it to his head. With a small styling brush she teased a few curls into place and patted a few others with the palm of her hand.

"After you have your dress on, we'll take care of your hands and then we can go." Cindy then pulled a beige ruffled blouse from the hangers she had previously hung in the closet and helped Doug into the garment. As she buttoned the buttons in back, he straightened the collar and fluffed up the ruffles in front. Doug glanced in the mirror and noticed the ruffled blouse created the illusion of a larger bust line than he actually had. He turned back to find Cindy holding a tweed, straight skirt for him to step into. He pulled the garment on and Cindy zipped and fastened the clasps in back for him. As he reached under the skirt to adjust his slip, Cindy retrieved the matching jacket from another hanger and handed it to Doug. After tucking his blouse into the skirt, Doug slipped into the jacket and turned to admire himself in the mirror. Cindy handed him a package and said, "Here, see if you can put these plastic finger nails on while I get dressed." She then disappeared into the bathroom while he tore open the package.

When he finished with the nails, Doug walked around the room and enjoyed the feel of female garments swaying against his body. The sensations were electric and he felt ecstatic. He was still enjoying the slick nylon charge when Cindy stepped out of the bathroom dressed equally as beautiful as he was. She stepped into a pair of patent leather spiked heels and said, "Perhaps you'd better wear these lower heeled slippers. It takes a little getting used to walking around before you'll be able to handle high heels." She then handed him a pair of beige leather low heeled slippers and he quickly slipped them on his nylon covered feet.

Doug stood before her; both the picture of feminity. She stepped closer and hugged him tightly. They kissed passionately and both could sense the arousal in the other. Cindy pulled away from the embrace and said, "Now for the lipstick and we're ready to go. You can carry this little purse for effect and I'll take mine along with everything we'll need." She handed Doug a tube of pale pink lipstick and watched as he traced it on his lips. When he finished applying it, she gave him a small beige handbag and he placed the lipstick in it.

She picked up her purse and opened the door. "Well, let's go to the lounge and get something to eat. I'm famished." Doug followed her out the door and stood in the hallway as she locked the door. Pangs of guilt and apprehension invaded him as another couple appeared down the hall. Cindy saw the fear in his eyes and quickly linked her arm in his. "Believe me darling, no one but I know who, or what you really are. Come on, let's go."

III

Cindy led him down the hallway and could feel his sense of confidence returning. The closer they got to the stairway, the more she could tell he was loosening up and beginning to enjoy the experience.

"I'll do the ordering as your voice may give you away." They descended the stairs and crossed the lobby to the lounge. Doug glanced about and noticed the clerks paid them no mind. A few guest mingled in the lobby and they too paid no attention to the two well dressed women headed for the lounge. The hostess guided them through the dimly lit bar to a small table near the rear of the lounge. Before departing she accepted Cindy's order for drinks and then disappeared amid the tingle of glasses and music from the band.

Soon their waitress delivered the drinks and Cindy selected entrees from the menu for them both. Before their meal arrived, the waitress brought another round of drinks and said, "The gentlemen next to the bar hope you'll accept these with their compliments." She nodded towards a table with two well dressed business men and sat the glasses down.

Doug and Cindy both glanced toward the men. Cindy smiled and tipped her glass in the air to the men and then turned back to Doug. "See, I told you no one could tell but me."

Doug felt a little nervous and whispered to her, "What do we do if someone tries to hit on us?"

"Honey, this is your fantasy. Enjoy it. Just do what ever comes naturally. But when it's all over, we're the ones that are together."

Doug smiled at Cindy and rubbed his knee against hers under the table. The feel of nylon against nylon excited them both and Cindy responded by slipping her hand beneath the table cloth and placing it on his leg.

As he finished his drink she slowly slid her hand up his leg and toyed with the top of his nylon. Doug felt the tension of his garter strap as she traced the outline of the fastening. He also felt his growing erection and was thankful Cindy had been so thorough in taping his member back.

When their meal arrived, Cindy ordered another round of drinks and both attacked the food with a passion. As they finished the dinner Doug saw the two gentlemen head toward their table. He pressed his knee against Cindy's and indicated for her to look in their direction.

Cindy looked up as the two arrived at the table. She smiled demurely as the taller of the two asked her, "Would you two young ladies care to dance?"

The music was slow and so was she in responding, "Why, I think we'd love to. Wouldn't we Darla?" She looked directly at Doug when she said that and could tell he was nervous. Then she accepted the outstretched arm of the shorter of the two men and accompanied him to the dance floor.

"Darla, eh? Pretty name, shall we join them?" said the huskier fellow.

Doug placed his hand on the mans arm and slowly stood up from the table. The two made their way between the other tables and were soon on the dance floor. Fighting instinct, Doug allowed the man to place his arms around him and then tried hard to follow his lead. As if it came naturally, Doug found out he had no trouble assuming the proper role and soon the two were tightly pressed together.

The music drifted among them as Doug became keenly aware of the bulge in his partners pants. He found it exciting that another man was becoming turned on by him and he increased the pressure of his own pelvic area against his partner. The two danced slower, while Doug sensed the urgency of his own masculine appendage. He began pressing his hips harder and harder against his dance partner. The husky gentlemen responded with equal pressure and Doug found himself placing his head deeper into the mans shoulder.

As they continued to dance, Doug became very aware of the mans hand pressing more firmly against his back. He could feel his partners hand against the hooks of his bra and this only excited him more. He did not realize the music had stopped when he felt the mans hand slid from his back and drift across his buttocks.

With a meaningful pat on Doug's feminine derriere, the man said, "We'll have to do it again, Darla." And as a gentleman, he escorted Doug back to the table. Doug pursed his pink lips and smiled affectionately at the gentleman as he retook his seat. Cindy was now joining them and her partner asked, "How 'bout if we join you two and make an evening of it?"

Doug nervously pulled a cigarette from Cindy's purse and placed it in his lips. He was searching for the lighter when his dance partner offered a light. As he puffed on the cigarette he heard Cindy feign an excuse of returning to awaiting husbands upstairs and the two men reluctantly bid farewell and departed.

Cindy signaled the waitress for the check and told Doug, "I think it's time the two of us get out of here." Doug nodded eagerly and departed with her after she had signed the room number to the tab.

They arrived back in their room minutes later without incident and Cindy was only too happy to kick off her shoes and sink into the bed. Doug retrieved the champagne from the bathroom and poured them both a drink.

"Well, what did you think of your dream now that you've had a chance to act it out?" Cindy inquired.

"It was a little scary at first. And then when those guys asked us to dance, I nearly died. Do you know he got a big hard on and kept rubbing it against me."

Cindy chuckled and said, "Well can you blame him. Look at yourself, you really are a beautiful woman. But right now I want that beautiful woman to climb on top of me, or better yet," she hesitated, "I'd rather climb on top of that beautiful woman."

Doug dropped to the bed and the two clung desperately together. "Wait," Cindy said, "let's shed a little of this clothing first. I've got another surprise for you."

With that she hopped up from the bed and crossed the room to the closet. Deftly she removed two identical floor length blue satin peignoir sets and returned to the bed side. "Take everything from your slip on out off," she said as she began also stripping to just her panties, garters, nylons and bra.

Doug was quick to follow suit. As soon as the two were shed of their outer garments, Cindy handed one of the gowns to Doug while she placed the other on her own body. Before climbing back in bed she turned down the covers and then placed her small over night bag on the floor next to the bed.

Doug laid back on the bed and realized he was extremely excited by the wisps of nylon draped across his body. Cindy knelt and straddled his hips. The rustle and feel of nylon tricot was everywhere. She slowly started rocking her hips back and forth and could sense Doug enjoyed the smooth frictionless feel of the mingling female garments. Gently she reached beneath Doug's buttocks and pulled the tape restraining his testicles. When she freed his semi-rigid cock she rolled the front of his panties down and pulled his growing member out. After she hooked the panties beneath his warm balls, she leaned over and retrieved two soft vibrators from her night bag.

As Doug's penis became harder she rolled off of him and quickly shed her own panties. Cindy then lubricated both toys and gently inserted one in Doug's quivering anus. As she lowered herself upon his erection she guided the other vibrator into her own anus.

"Oh baby," Doug moaned. He was so worked up from all the excitement of the evening he knew he would not be able to hold back much longer.

Cindy knew he was near the edge. She sat up as straight as she could and buried his cock deep within herself. Doug's hands were massaging her anal cheeks as he worked the vibrator in and out of her.

Cindy used one hand to work the vibrator back and forth in Doug while she kneaded his nipples beneath the bra he wore. With a violent shudder Doug shot cum deep in Cindy. She orgasmed twice as he spent his load. They both remained motionless for an eternity and then slowly Doug started pumping in and out of her again. Within seconds he had regained a rock hard rigidity that Cindy knew would last throughout the night.

"Oh darling, darling," she moaned, "I love you so much."

Doug continued to pump as she rubbed her hands all over the nylon and lace he wore. With each stroke of her hand the intensity of his movements increased. The effect of lace was so great that Cindy knew she had discovered a means to heighten the pleasure both of them shared.

After they had both enjoyed countless orgasms they lay cuddled together in a mixture of sensuous clothing. Cindy could not believe the profound effect her suggestion of acting out a dream had on Doug. Or, for that matter, the effect it had on her. She slowly drifted off to sleep vowing she would continue to live his dream.

IV

Doug woke first. The realization of Saturday morning at the motel flickered through his mind. Awareness of the lingerie he wore flooded his senses. Cindy was still snuggled up next to him and he enjoyed looking at their two bodies dressed similarly. He caressed her with one hand while he caressed his own body with the other.

She woke slowly. She was vaguely sore and suddenly remembered why. Cindy smiled as she opened her eyes and leaned closer to Doug to kiss him. "Feel like a morning swim," she inquired.

Doug looked at her questioningly.

"I've got a really nice one piece suit for you. You'll love it!" She said.

Cindy hopped from the bed and dashed to the bathroom. Doug sat up and looked into the mirror. The wig was a little awry, but the make up was intact. He adjusted the hair piece and flipped on the television set.

Cindy reappeared from the other room and tossed him the swim suit. She had already pulled on a skimpy suit and had towels in her hand.

Doug examine the swim suit and looked puzzled. "How we gonna pull this off," he asked.

"Strip down to just your panties, I've got another idea."

He did as she bid and then Cindy re-taped his flaccid penis back the way she had last night. "Now, pull on the suit and let's see."

Doug stepped into the fucia swim suit and pulled it up. The skirted bottom hid any traces of his masculinity and Cindy helped him adjust the blouson top. She then inserted a pair of breast prosthesis into the built in bra of the suit and adjusted them in their confines.

"Well, maybe," Doug mused as he looked into the mirror.

"But what about the wig?"

"You'll just have to keep your head out of the water, or wear this swim cap." Cindy said as she tossed him a rubber cap. She grabbed a pair of towels from the bathroom and picked up the key from on top of the television. "Come on, it's early. We'll have the pool to ourselves."

Doug followed her down the hall way and she was right, they had the pool to themselves. After about a half an hour two skinny teenagers showed up and began splashing each other in another corner of the pool. Doug and Cindy decided they had better not press their luck so they got out of the water and dried off.

With towels draped over their shoulders they headed back to the room and were just crossing the second floor lobby when the dance partners from the previous evening came up the stairway.

Cindy saw the two men and smiled. "Morning," she said as she recognized them.

The two men returned the smile and said "Good Morning" in unison. As Doug and Cindy passed by them, the husky fellow that had danced with Doug reached out and patted him on the ass as he walked by. Doug let out a gasp while Cindy just chuckled.

"That's something I don't know how to handle." Doug told Cindy as he closed the door behind him.

"You'll learn how to play the part." She responded while stepping into the bathroom and adjusting the shower. "How about we shower together?"

Doug quickly joined her. When they had finished showering, Cindy laid out a complete outfit on the bed for Doug. Standing with the towel wrapped around himself, he carefully examined the items and then picked up the sanitary belt and pad.

"That will probably be more comfortable than wearing tape all day. And it'll be a lot easier to remove when ever you need to go to the toilet." Cindy told him.

Doug nodded in acknowledgment and slowly stepped into the contraption. Before pulling it up all the way, he pressed his testicles back and then wiggled the pad into place. The straps

rode high on his hips, while the end of the belt disappeared into the cheeks of his ass.

Next, he donned the light blue nylon tricot panties and admired the lace trim around the waist and leg bands. He marveled at how the sanitary pad produced a feminine pubic mound. He quickly picked up the corset and was examining the garment while Cindy dressed.

He noticed it had heavy boned stays. The corset laced and hooked in the back, so Doug slid the affair over his arms and positioned it in place. Cindy stepped over and drew the laces tight and then hooked the corset for him. He slipped the silicone prosthesis in each cup of the corsets brassiere and then sat on the edge of the bed. While putting on the nylons and fastening them to the garters of the corset, Doug could feel an erection growing. He was thankful the sanitary pad held him secure.

Cindy tossed him an embroidered lace slip and he quickly fitted the sensuous garment to his body. "All of these clothes fit so nicely, and they feel terrific. How did you ever get the right size in everything?"

"You forget, dear, I've been buying your clothes for a long time. It wasn't hard to convert your men clothes size to women's clothing." She said.

Doug enjoyed the feeling of nylon swaying against his body as he crossed the room to the closet. "Which dress is mine?" He said.

"Why don't you try the blue one hanging next to the outfit you wore last night."

Doug removed a sky blue dress from the hanger and stepped into it. He pulled the dress on and slipped his arms into it. As he adjusted the puffy sleeves, Cindy zipped it up for him. He liked the mandarin collar and the way the garment clung to his curves. "It's beautiful," he murmured.

"I thought you'd like it." Cindy handed him her bracelet watch and he fastened it to his wrist. She motioned for him to set at the dressing table and then carefully began applying a light make up. "We'll skip the mascara for daylight wear. I think this blue will match your dress." She said as she dabbed a light powder blue to his eyelids. She blended on small amounts of Cover Girl foundation and said, "We don't want to over do it or that'll just call attention to you."

He picked up the lipstick she had set before him and slowly traced the outline of his lips. Cindy was fastening a pair of dangling blue plastic ear rings to his ears and Doug sat patiently observing the process in the mirror. The illusion being created excited him and he could feel his rock hard penis straining at the cotton pad.

When Cindy finished she handed him the wig and had him place it on his head. She took a small brush and teased the hair piece until confident it looked proper. "There, I think we're done."

Doug slid on a pair of woven straw sandals and fastened the straps around his nylon encased legs. The feel of the nylons rubbing together as he moved his legs about was too much for him. He hoped Cindy did not notice as he shuddered and felt a warm liquid oozing between his legs. He was thankful for the sanitary napkin and made a mental note to take along a spare.

When he stood up, Doug took one last look in the mirror and couldn't believe the picture of feminity that stared back at him. "Let's go." Cindy said as she opened the door and waited for him to join.

"Where we going." Doug inquired as he stepped into the hallway with Cindy.

"I thought we'd get some breakfast and then tour the art museum." She answered.

They walked side by side to the stairs and then crossed the lobby to the front door. Again Doug noticed that no one paid any attention to them and he felt comfortable that he could masquerade so easily.

"I'll drive." Cindy said as she opened the passenger door for Doug.

They had not gotten out of the parking lot before discovering they had a flat tire. "Damn," Cindy said, "of all times for this to happen."

She slammed the door as she started to walk around the vehicle to assess the situation. Doug was coming around the front of the car to join her when he heard, "Can we be of assistance ladies."

V

Doug and Cindy looked up to see their two dance partners nearing the disabled car. "Hi, I'm Dave and this is Dan." Said the fellow Cindy had been dancing with. "We'll have that fixed in no time. Got a spare in the trunk?" He inquired.

"Oh, thank you." Cindy said as she went around the car and placed the key in the trunk. "I don't know what we'd have done if you hadn't come along."

Dave removed the jack and wrench from the trunk as Dan set the spare tire on the ground. While Dave began positioning the jack, Dan stepped next to Doug and inquired, "How's Darla this beautiful morning?"

Doug's heart was pounding rapidly as he whispered, "Got a little case of laryngitis."

"Aw, that's too bad." Dan responded. "Maybe you'd like to join us for breakfast. We were just planning to go down the street here to the pancake house. How about it?"

Doug shot Cindy a glance and saw her perk up at Dan's suggestion. "That would be wonderful, wouldn't it Darla."

Doug nodded meekly and wondered how he would handle the situation. Dave had finished changing the tire and was putting everything back in the trunk. "Why don't you park your car and we'll walk down to the restaurant. It's only half a block away." He said.

Cindy agreed and backed the car into the slot. Dan offered his arm to Doug and he limply placed his wrist in the crook of Dan's arm. He was glad he still had the false finger nails on as they gave his hands a distinct female appearance. Dave escorted Cindy as the two couples strolled down the side walk. Doug began enjoying the attention Dan was showering upon him. He even appreciated the way Dan held doors open for him and treated him as a woman. He was glad Dan offered to order for him so that 'Darla' wouldn't strain her throat.

Nearing the end of their meal, Doug felt Dan place his hand upon his nylon covered leg and his eyes went wide open. Cindy saw the look in her mates eyes and realized what must have happened. She smiled back at Doug and said, "Enjoying yourself, Darla?"

Doug could only manage a week nod and continued to pick at the food on his plate. Dan's hand had gotten bolder and was slowly inching up his leg. He could feel Dan toying with the top of his nylons and tracing the outline of the garter. Cindy saved him by announcing, "I need to use the powder room. Care to join me Darla?"

Doug and Cindy quickly crossed the dining room to the women's rest room. Once inside, Doug looked around and saw they were alone. "He's putting his hands all over me. I don't know what to do."

"Don't be so worried honey. He can't do anything as long as we're in a crowd. Enjoy it, and tease him a little. Surely you've been teased by some girl in the past."

She made sense, Doug thought. "Well maybe," he started, "I just didn't expect anything like this to happen."

"Have all the fun you want, 'cause when we go home we're the ones that are together. I love you and I don't care what I have to do to make you happy." Cindy stopped talking when another woman entered the room. She checked her own make up in the mirror as she handed Doug a tube of lipstick.

They both returned to the table and Dave and Dan stood up to hold the chairs for the women. Doug had not been seated for more than a minute until he felt Dan's hand once again on his nylon covered knee.

As Dan's fingers began creeping under the dress, Doug let his own hand rest upon the thigh of his partner. Dan accepted the touch as a signal and quickly slipped his fingers to the crotch of Doug's panties. Feeling the sanitary napkin, Dan momentarily withdrew his hand and then replaced it on the panty covered pad.

Dan slowly began applying pressure to the pad and rhythmatically started rubbing it up and down. The feel of the moist pad against Doug's flaccid penis caused him to get an instant hard on and he found himself becoming quite excited. As Dan continued to rub the pad, Dan let his own hand drift farther up Dan's thigh until he felt a familiar bulge.

Cindy and Dave had lapsed into small talk, while it appeared Dan and Doug were slowly finishing their meal. Doug heard Dave mention something about stepping outside for a cigar and Cindy agreeing to join him. Dan too quickly announced he would take care of the bill and Doug looked up to see Cindy departing with Dave.

With the other couple gone, Dan increased the frequency of his movements and Doug was breathing quite heavily. He grasped Dan's bulge with the tips of his false fingernails and pinched lightly as he began stroking the stiffening member in time to the movements Dan was applying to him.

Doug exploded warm, thick juices as he felt Dan shudder and cease his activities with the pad. Doug squirmed slightly to allow the last few drops to drain from him into the awaiting sanitary napkin. For the second time today he was glad the pad was in place as he with drew his hand from Dan's crotch. Doug had a contented smile on his face and noticed Dan was wearing a sheepish grin. Both glanced down and saw a small spot appearing as the tent shaped fabric of Dan's trousers began to sink back down. "I guess I'd better head back to the room." Dan said meekly.

He left some bills on the guest check and then escorted Darla from the restaurant. Cindy and Dave appeared to be deep in an animated conversation and nearly missed them as they came out. They all quickly returned to the motel where Dan bid farewell as he rapidly crossed the lobby and bounded the stairs two at a time.

Dave looked questioningly after him and then turned and shrugged to Cindy and Darla. "I guess I'd better go make sure he's alright. Will we see you girls again?"

Cindy smiled at Doug and then said, "We'll be in the lounge again tonight. Perhaps we can slip away from our husbands again. They're out playing golf now, and are usually too tired to go out when they've completed eighteen holes."

Dave bid them farewell and then departed. "What ever happened after we left?" She inquired of Doug.

"I think I have to go up to the room for a minute too. You said to enjoy myself, and well, I just did what he did to me."

Cindy chuckled to herself and thought aloud, "You sure learn fast." They returned to the room and before Doug had a chance to replace the soiled napkin, Cindy crossed the room to him and gently pushed him onto the bed.

Caught unaware, Doug fell back on the bed as Cindy bounced on to it next to him. She rapidly slid her hand under his dress and began massaging the panties against his napkin. He instinctively parted his legs for her and felt the wetness from his earlier excitement.

Cindy hiked her own dress above her thighs and straddled Doug with her head facing his feet. She bent over to reach her night case and he nuzzled his face against the fabric of her panties. She continued massaging the sanitary pad against his growing erection as she pulled one of the toys from her case.

Doug could feel his penis growing as he buried his face in Cindy's pantied rump. He began to nibble on the tricot barrier and could feel her vaginal lips sliding beneath the soft fabric.

His own panties strained at the pressure of his emerging hard on pushing against the pad Cindy was massaging. Cindy slid the leg band of his panties aside and lubricated the object in her hand with the dampness from his pad. As he continued to tease her with his mouth against her own panties she slid the soft, firm vibrator into his anus. She slowly worked the toy in and out as she increased her movement of the sanitary napkin against his rigid cock.

Doug felt like he was in heaven. He nibbled harder and caught her lips between the fabric of her panties as she plunged the vibrator back and forth in his anus. The sensation of nylons and tricot intermingling with the constraint of the corset and her actions on his body were over powering.

Cindy knew he was nearing the moment and she released his cock from the pad which held it. It pointed straight in the air as she climbed from his body and quickly stripped her own panties as quickly as she could. She turned and positioned herself above him and then lowered her body to his. Her moistness engulfed him as she continued to plunge the vibrator in and out.

Garters snagged against garters as lace mixed with nylon and nylon. He exploded like never before. She quivered, then shuddered and exploded too. Wetness drained everywhere as they continued to pump feverishly. And then they were motionless.

Cindy sat breathing heavily as Doug grasped for air. The vibrator was buried deep within him as he remained buried deep within her.

Moments later, an eternity, he slowly felt himself fading. As his penis returned to a flaccid state, she slowly withdrew the vibrator. Cindy contracted her muscles and he popped from within her. At the same instant she totally withdrew the toy and dropped it to the floor.

"We've never, I mean never, had sex with such urgency. I think it was great!" Cindy said as she got up from the bed. She picked up her panties and stepped back into them as Doug sat up. He could not say anything. He knew she was right. He got up and headed for the bathroom after picking up a fresh napkin from the box Cindy had in the suitcase.

"Now you really see why the garters go underneath the panties, don't you." Cindy called out to him. Doug only responded by flushing the toilet and completing the task at hand. Seconds later he stepped from the other room and joined Cindy on the edge of the bed. "I guess the museums out for this morning. What other little surprises did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I've got a little idea in mind you might enjoy." Cindy got up from the bed and opened the door. Doug followed her out and they both headed for the car. She drove for a few minutes and Doug realized they were headed downtown. She circled one block a few times and then pulled into a vacant spot in front of an adult book store. Doug smiled. She opened the door for him and they both stepped into the store. It was still early in the day and few other customers were among the racks of magazines and video cassettes. Cindy walked from one isle to the next until she spotted the section containing literature on female impersonators. Doug stepped next to her as she picked up one magazine from each holder and began cradling them in her arm. After she was sure she had one of each selection she wandered around a bit and then settled in front of the counter containing toys of every description. She selected a few items and the gaunt male clerk nonchalantly dropped them into a bag. She paid him and then turned to find Doug still browsing through the titles she had made her choices from.

Cindy caught his attention and signaled him that she was ready to leave. Doug replaced the magazine he'd been thumbing through and accompanied her to the car. "I got one of each and we can look at them later back at the motel. For now, let's head to the mall. I have a few more things to pick up and we can grab some lunch at one of the lounges there."

Doug was only to happy to be dressed as he was and didn't really care where they went. He enjoyed the breeze as it wafted gently through his wig and chilled his lace clad body. The trip to the mall passed rapidly as Cindy drove among the week end congestion.

She led him through the window shoppers and squalling children to a women's lingerie shop at the end of one passageway. It only took her seconds to scoop up oodles of pastel colored panties and deposit them in Doug's arms. She selected a few more packaged panties and dropped them on top of the growing armful held by Doug.

"When we get home, I'm going to get rid of all your cotton underwear. If what's happened to us in the last two days is caused by these, I intend to keep you well dressed from now on."

Doug caressed the items he held and considered the words she said. He could feel his manhood growing and realized what she was telling him was the cause for it. As he walked behind her the constant strain of the napkin against his cock and the thought of such beautiful under garments caused him to become even harder.

Cindy picked out a couple of varieties of teddies and panty slips and also handed them to Doug. His arms were so full he had to get a basket from next to the counter to carry everything she was getting. When he returned to her, Cindy handed him another armful of silk and lace.

The basket was overflowing when she finally decided to add a few brassieres to his growing collection of feminine attire. As he waited patiently while Cindy paid for the items he discovered he was unconsciously squeezing his thighs together rythmatically and was causing his rigid cock to strain even more at the pad. He watched the young teenaged clerk carefully folding and placing the wealth of silk and nylon in packages and he pressed his thighs tightly together one last time. He felt the warm, damp liquid exploded from within and fill the waiting sanitary napkin. For yet another time today, he was grateful for the security of the pad and hoped no one noticed the little shudder he gave as the final drops spent from his penis.

They left the store and wandered among the mall. Doug savored the way his softening member slid among the lubrication of the pad and he likened the feeling to that of being buried deep within Cindy.

They enjoyed a leisurely lunch in one of the mall restaurants and then continued window shopping until deciding to return to the motel. Cindy returned to the car for the last of the days purchases as Doug sank into a chair and absently flipped on the television set.

When Cindy returned from the car, she found Doug had fallen asleep in the chair with his wig slightly awry. She quietly removed it and then began sorting items from the days shopping spree. After she had packed everything away, she took a hot bath and then prepared one for Doug.

She awoke him with a kiss and said, "I've got a nice hot bath ready for you. Why don't you relax in the tub awhile and I'll pick out some things for us to wear tonight. "

He nodded and groggily made his way to the bathroom. He slipped out of the blue dress before going in the bathroom and draped it over a chair. He kicked off the sandals and then padded into the bathroom clad in his dainty underwear. He let the slip fall to the floor as he began unfastening the garters and removed the nylons. The corset was a little difficult to remove by himself, but he managed to shed to garment and stood for a second looking at the reflection of his pantied backside in the mirror. He could see the indentation of the sanitary belt beneath his panties and suddenly realized it was still damp. He quickly peeled off the remaining garments and then slid into the tub. The hot, bubbly liquid comforted him as he picked up the safety razor Cindy had left on the side of the tub. Even though his legs did not need it, he slowly drew the razor against them and made sure they were closely shaven. The feeling created by the ritual caused him to acknowledge a deep feminine urging from somewhere within himself.

Doug pondered the emotions welling up and then asked Cindy, "Were you serious about what you said when we were in that one store today?"

"Definitely," she responded. "The way soft women's clothing has excited you the last two days is fantastic. I intend to see that you remain as happy as you've been this weekend. Besides, who will know?"

He had dried off, and wrapped the towel around himself the way Cindy usually did, high on his chest. He paused and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. With all the make up washed off, you didn't notice his eyebrows had been plucked and took on a feminine appearance, he thought.

Cindy came into the bathroom and began preparing a bath for herself. "I've set everything out for you on the bed." She said. "I'm going to get cleaned up while you dress, and then I'll slip into something and we'll go down to the lounge again for supper."

Doug left her alone while he went out to check what she had selected for him. He found the sanitary napkin and belt on top of all the articles she had piled on the bed and he quickly stepped into the garment and tucked his maleness between his legs. Before pulling the pad into place, he sprinkled some of her fragrant powder on it and then snuggled it against his soft cock.

She had chosen a deep plunging front closure brasserie for him and he had little difficulty fastening the bra. He admired the way the clasp fitted securely behind a pretty little bow of ribbon and the mounds of decorative lace on the cups of the bra. Before putting on the matching garter belt, he slid the prosthesis in place and marveled at the way they giggled as he moved about. He fastened the lace belt around his waist and then decided to paint his toe nails with a shade of nail polish that would match the false nails he still wore on his fingers. After completing the task, he put on the mint colored slip Cindy had left for him and then sat on the bed while the polish dried.

Cindy stepped out of the bathroom and detected the aroma of nail polish. "Oh, good idea." She said as she dropped the towel from around her and slipped into her own brasserie. Doug quietly noticed she had selected matching intimate apparel for herself and he was pleased they could share such lovely attire. As she pulled on her panties, she said, "Why don't you sit down over here and I'll fix your make up."

He obediently took the chair next to the dressing table and Cindy expertly applied a light cream foundation to his face and neck. "Now, blend it in with this pad." She said as she handed him a small foam make up pad. Doug smoothed the foundation until he could not detect a line between the make up and his skin and then Cindy started applying a frosty eye shadow on his eye lids. After she had finished each eye she handed him the mascara and watched as he brushed the dark cream on his lashes. Next, he picked up the lip stick she had placed before him and carefully traced the outline of his lips.

She used a small brush and dabbed a light coating of blusher on his cheeks and then took an eye brow pencil and rounded out the contour of his brows. Doug picked up her perfume and placed a small drop behind each of his ears and on each of his wrists. He returned to the side of the bed and put on his nylons and then pulled on a pair of dainty, pretty hip huggers made of lycra spandex. He smoothed and brushed the slip in place and could feel the urgings welling up within himself. The soft fabric clung to his body and the cool feel of lace against nylon excited him.

Cindy tossed a pair of opened toed high heels on the floor in front of him and he slipped his feet into them. She had thoughtfully selected large heels so that he would not have too much difficulty in learning to walk in them. He tested his ability to maneuver with the heels by strutting around the room.

He noticed the heels caused his calves to appear even more feminine and he stood admiring his legs for a minute. Cindy brought him a soft woolen skirt and helped him step into it. She fastened the clasp and then handed him a matching mohair sweater. Doug slid the sweater over his head and adjusted the cowl neck to fall partially over his back.

Cindy gave him a large beaded necklace and ear rings to put on while she finished dressing and Doug stepped over to the mirror to accomplish the task. When he finished putting on the jewelry he picked up the wig and placed it on his head. He used her styling brush to fluff it out and brush a few stray hairs in place. Cindy smiled at how naturally he performed the deed and noted how beautiful he looked. Without saying anything to each other, they picked up their purses and left the room. Cindy dropped the key in her purse as they started down the hallway toward the lounge. Doug noticed the heels caused him to sway slightly as he walked and his skirt rippled rythmatically as they descended the stairs to the lobby. A few guest glanced casually at them as they crossed the lobby and entered the shadows of the lounge. Cindy spotted Dave and Dan seated at a far corner of the adjacent dining room and noticed Doug had also seen them. Dan had risen from their table and was making his way toward them. "Looks like we're in for a little more fun." She whispered to Doug.

"Good evening Cindy. How's the throat Darla?" Without waiting for a reply, Dan said, "How about joining us for diner. We just got here and haven't ordered yet." He took Doug by the arm and began escorting the two to their table. Cindy walked behind the two and chuckled inwardly at the way Dan had placed his arm around Darla's waist.

Dave stood up and held Cindy's chair for her as Dan assisted Darla in taking a seat next to him. "I take it your husbands won't be joining you for diner this evening." Dave said as he took his own seat again.

"They've got some kind of business meeting and should be returning around ten o'clock or so." Cindy said. She knew that would give them enough time for a little fun, but would still provide Doug with the excuse he may need later. "Well, at least let us have the pleasure of your company

until then." Dan said as he placed his hand on Darla's knee. Doug smiled. He we go again, he thought to himself. At least Cindy had put a time limit on it, he thought, and he was grateful for that. He started to whisper something to Dan, but the band began playing a loud, fast rendition of some familiar song and all chance of conversation was lost. Somehow, Dave managed to place orders for them all with the waiter standing at their table now and Doug heard him order a large bottle of champagne. The waiter disappeared shortly and then returned with a cart bearing the beverage and fine glasses. He watched as Dave sampled the bubbly liquid and nodded approval. Glasses passed around and they all shared the champagne as Doug felt Dan's hand beginning its upward trek. Doug had finished a third glass of champagne by the time Dan had his fingers toying with the edge of the sanitary pad. In an effort to keep his wandering fingers from exploring beyond that point, Doug placed his own hand on Dan's crotch and could feel the mans soft bulge respond to his touch.

The waiter appeared with their dinner and Doug coyly brushed Dan's hand from between his legs. He crossed his legs to prevent further advances from Dan and enjoyed the meal before him. Dan ate feverishly and they all drank heartily from the dwindling supply of champagne.

Dave had managed to signal the waiter for another bottle as they finished their meals and he quickly replenished the empty bottle as he cleared a few items from the table. Doug was thankful they were so close to the band and could not carry on conversations at the table. He was also beginning to feel a little giddy from all the champagne he had consumed and hoped he wasn't getting careless in the illusion he was trying to maintain.

Somehow the four managed to deplete the new bottle of champagne in less than two songs from the band. Dave signaled the waiter once again and then signed the check and motioned for them all to leave.

Dan escorted him from the lounge as Cindy took Dave's arm and accompanied them to the lobby. "Why don't we stop up to our room and have a quick night cap before bidding ado?" Dave said to the group.

Doug looked at Cindy and found her agreeing to the suggestion. He wasn't sure what to do and was quickly hurried along by Dan's insistent pressure on his waist. They crossed the lobby to the elevator and were whisked to the second floor before he had a chance to think of anything.

They entered Dave's room and soon discovered the two were sharing adjoining rooms. Dan opened the small passageway to his room and quickly disappeared from sight. Dave offered Cindy a chair by the window as he picked up the plastic bucket from the sink and said he would fetch some ice. Alone for a second in the room, Doug looked questioningly at Cindy and realized she too was feeling the effect of the champagne.

Dan returned from the adjoining room carrying a small bong and stopped in front of the television set to light the marijuana packed tightly in the bowl. He drew deeply from the mouth piece and then passed the bong to Doug. Darla accepted the bong and hesitated briefly before inhaling the rich pungent smoke into his lungs. He passed the bong to Cindy and she too inhaled deeply on the mouth piece.

Dave returned with the ice and rapidly mixed drinks for them all before joining in the activities already in progress. Cindy enjoyed watching Doug squirm nervously in his feminine attire as Dan began running his hand up and down Darla's back. She stood up and crossed the room to the television and flipped it on. "I'm afraid it may be the wrong time for either of us to fully demonstrate our appreciation, but," she said as she stepped over to the light switch and turned it off, "if you'd care to lay down on the bed, perhaps we can at least show you a little bit of our gratitude."

Dan and Dave needed no further prompting. They both got on the bed and laid down. Cindy took Doug's hand and pulled him along as she neared the bed. She let his hand go as she knelt on the bed next to Dave and began unbuckling his trousers. Doug hesitated and then mimicked Cindy's actions by unbuckling Dan's slacks.

He watched her roll Dave's cotton briefs down and expose his growing cock. Dan's rigid member was already straining at his own briefs as Doug pulled the waistband over the stiff, erect cock. He saw Cindy brush her hair away from her head as she lowered her lips toward the now hard cock and realized what he must also do. He wrapped his hand around Dan's cock and began massaging it as he lowered himself to a seated position on the bed. Cindy was now taking Dave's organ in her mouth as Doug lowered his head to Dan's eager cock. He placed the tip of it in his mouth and let his tongue dance upon the head of the cock as he continued his stroking motions on the long shaft. Doug could taste a hint of salt as he realized Dan was becoming extemely excited. He let the shaft bury deeper into his mouth and pressed his lips firmly around it. His hand moved down from the shaft and cupped the two hairy balls as he began sliding his lips up and down the thick cock. He found that his own cock was beginning to strain against the sanitary napkin and he started squeezing his thighs together as he had done earlier today at the store with Cindy.

Doug grabbed the sacks of skin in his hand tightly as he continued to pump his lips up and down the shaft. He could feel Dan tensing and knew it would only be seconds before he exploded.

Doug sensed his own urgency and locked his legs together as Dan began spending his load. He felt the warm liquid hitting the roof of his mouth as his own orgasm spilled into the napkin. He took everything Dan offered and then traced the length of his shaft with his tongue as Dan laid motionless.

He felt Cindy place her hand on his shoulder and looked up to see her headed through the adjoining doorway. He quickly followed behind and saw her pick up a small plastic bag from the dresser as she opened the door to the hallway. He pulled the door behind him as she said, "Small price for them to pay." And then saw her drop the plastic bag of marijuana into her purse.

They quickly made their way down one flight of stairs and through the hallway to their room. Doug was thankful they had not given their room number out as he locked the door behind them. Cindy was stepping out of her dress as he drew the curtains closed.

"I'm going to run down to the store and get a bottle. Why don't you get comfortable and I'll be right back." Cindy had pulled on a pair of Levi's and was just slipping into a sweat shirt when Doug realized what she had said.

She left before he could say anything, so Doug lit a cigarette and relaxed on the bed for awhile. He picked up the package of magazines they had bought earlier and began thumbing through them absentmindedly. The sight of so many she-males brought him to a state of ecstasy quicker than he thought possible.

He gazed at the glossy color pictures of professional female impersonators and could feel his cock sliding in a sea of lubrication as it grew larger. The pictures of such beautiful men draped in silken finery brought him near the edge and Doug put the magazines down as he realized he was breathing heavily.

He got up from the bed and shed the skirt and angora sweater he had been wearing. After hanging up the garments he let the slip slide down his hips and fall billowing to the floor. He picked up a peignoir set Cindy had left on top of a suit case and put the frilly nightgown on. He then donned the matching sheer robe and laced the gown at his waist.

Doug returned to the bed and had just laid down when Cindy returned carrying some sodas and a bottle of rum. She deposited the containers on the counter next to the sink and grabbed the plastic bucket for ice. While she went for ice, Doug mixed two drinks and awaited her return.

"Oh good. I see you found the gown I left out for you. Pretty isn't it?" Cindy said as she plopped some ice in each of the glass Doug held.

"Yes. I like it."

Cindy placed a box near the bed and then quickly peeled off her own outer garments. She stood near the bed as she up ended the glass and drained the last drops of rum and coke from her glass. Doug mixed her another as she dropped to the bed and then he too joined her on the bed.

"Lay on your tummy, here." Cindy said as she patted the mattress next to her. Doug did as she asked and then felt her hand as she slowly stroked the back of his leg. Cindy allowed her hand to toy with his the edge of his panties as she reached into the box next to the bed. She withdrew a soft, firm rubber penis with a strap on it. She stood next to the bed and strapped the artificial devise to her hips and then knelt on the bed next to Doug.

Before doing anything else, she pulled another rubber penis from the box and slid the leg band of her own panties aside. She inserted the second dildo in herself and released the leg band of her panties so that the crotch of the soft fabric held the toy in place.

With the rubber penis dangling from the straps around her hips, she crawled between Doug's legs and leaned forward. The tip of it pressed against the sanitary napkin and she reached down and pulled his panties down. She pulled the napkin aside and then pressed the head of the shaft against his anus.

Doug's own erect cock strained at the pad as he felt Cindy pressing harder with the dildo. As she rocked back and forth the rubber cock slid into his ass and he raised his hips instinctively to allow her better access. Cindy drove the false appendage deep within Doug and could feel the second dildo deep within herself. He let out a gasp as the shaft buried deeper and then felt Cindy sink into a rhythm of pumping the dildo in his ass.

As she pressed the rubber cock into him, Dougs own cock slid among the lubricant he had previosly deposited on the sanitary napkin. With each thrust she made, he pressed back against her while pressing his own thighs together.

Cindy's tempo had increased and she began massaging her clit with one hand. Dougs breathing matched the frequency of Cindy's thrusts and he felt himself explode as she shuddered rapidly and plunged the dildo as deep as she could. She sat there a long while with the dildo buried deep in Doug's anus and then unstrapped the device from her body. She rolled over next to him and slid the other dildo from between her own legs. She dropped it to the floor and then slowly pulled the rubber cock from Doug's ass and dropped it next to the first.

Spent and exhausted, they both found sleep a welcome companion. Even deep asleep, Doug could sense the frilly garments clinging to his body and he retained a nocturnal erection that slid among his own juices as he occasionally tossed and turned.

Morning came too soon, but Doug awoke with a sense of urgency and rapidly became aware of the straining pad between his legs. Cindy was still asleep and he let his hands drift over the soft gown draping his body. The feel of nylon tricot against his body excited him even more, so he rolled his panties down and freed his throbbing penis from its prison.

As Cindy slept, he found himself manipulating his cock through the gown and realized he was going to climax soon. Not wanting to be apprehended, he quickly pushed his manhood back into the sanitary napkin and rolled the panties back up. Just as he finished adjusting the waist band of the hip huggers he felt himself exploded once again into the napkin. The warm, moist liquid ran from his cock and trickled between the napkin and his buttocks. He enjoyed the sensation and laid motionless while the warmness crept deeper and traced the contours created by the pad against his ass.

When he could no longer feel the warmth, Doug quietly got up and padded off to the bathroom. He adjusted the shower and then ever so slowly, slipped the peignoir set off and admired the reflection of his scantily clad body in the mirror. He had to admit that he really loved the feminine under garments he was wearing. With great reluctance, he slowly removed the nylons, garter belt, panties, bra and sanitary napkin and stepped into the shower.

He was just finishing drying off when Cindy woke and joined him in the bathroom. "You should have woke me sooner. We haven't got long before check out. I'm going to take a quick shower too, and then we'd better get going. I'll pick out some things for you in a minute, why don't you try putting on your make up." She didn't wait for a reply as she stepped into the shower and realized she hadn't felt so refreshed in a long time.

Doug followed her suggestion and began by applying a light foundation. He remembered what she had taught him earlier about not over doing it, so he sparingly applied the foundation and then blended it in. He put the mascara on lightly also and then carefully used an eyebrow pencil to fill in his brows. He selected a pale color lipstick and was just finishing with it when Cindy popped out of the bathroom. As she busied herself with choosing various clothing for the two, he finished off by dabbing a light coating of eyeshadow to his eyelids and then complimented himself as he stared at the reflection in the mirror.

He crossed over to the bed and picked up the fresh sanitary napkin Cindy had placed on the top his clothing pile. With a deftness usually reserved to an art practiced for a long time, Doug slipped into the sanitary belt and threaded the napkin in place. He tucked himself away and adjusted the napkin to hold him secure as he picked up the long line brasserie and slipped it over his arms. Somehow he managed to hook all eight of the bras hooks and noticed that the increased pressure from the long line bra caused his loose flesh to swell and create an illusion of cleavage. He quickly tossed out the notion of doing without the prosthesis and slipped the artificial breast in place.

Next, he pulled on the full cut panties and picked up the girdle Cindy had selected for him. He struggled to pull the constraining item on, but soon had it adjusted properly. He followed by sliding into a knee length slip and then sat on the bed to put on his nylons.

He completed the outfit with a simple cotton blouse and a dark, knit skirt that she had also laid out on the bed. When he had fastened the clasp and pulled the zipper up, he put on the same woven sandals he had worn the day before and picked up the wig he now thought of as his own.

Cindy had already taken one load of luggage to the car, so Doug picked up a few more of the things in the room and carried them down to the car. Cindy passed him in the lobby and told him she would get the last of their belongings and be right back. While waiting in the car, he picked up one of the magazines Cindy had purchased yesterday and began thumbing through it. He read with interest, the letters submitted by readers describing how they had been introduced to the world of cross dressing. As he read the detailed accounts he could feel his sanitary napkin straining against his growing erection.

Cindy returned with the last of the luggage from the room and they started for home. "I really enjoyed this weekend." Doug confided in her. "In fact, I kind of hate to see it end."

"Oh, it's not ended. When we get home, it's just beginning." Cindy replied.

Doug pondered her words as she maneuvered through the Sunday traffic. The pleasure he experienced dressed as a woman was over whelming and he savored the drive home. Occasionally he would shift in the seat to glimpse something out the window and would quickly be reminded of the tight girdle and nylons he wore.

Doug couldn't imagine being happier. Cindy pulled into the underground garage at their apartment and the two women stepped from the car. A quick ride up the elevator and short walk down the hallway brought them to their own apartment. As he closed the door behind them, Doug couldn't help but reflect how his whole attitude and outlook had changed from just a few days ago when he stood in the same spot.

Cindy had disappeared into the bedroom and Doug headed that way to see what she was up to. When he entered the room he saw her standing before his dresser with a couple of drawers pulled open. He stood hypnotized as he watched her scooping out handfuls of his male cotton underwear and drop them in a paper bag. She really was doing what she said she would, he realized.

"From now on, you'll wear pretty lace panties under everything you wear. When you're home on the week ends, and after work, I'll expect you to wear at least a bra, too." Cindy told him as she began putting oodles of pastel colored frilly garments in the now empty drawers.

Her words, and the thoughts cascading through his mind, caused Doug to become acutely aware of the stiffness returning between his legs. He watched her pick up the bag full of male underwear and carry it out to the trash chute in the kitchen hallway. He knew she meant what she had just said as he watched the bag disappear down the chute.

Cindy busied herself with the coffee maker and Doug sat down on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar. She finished pouring the water in and said, "In a couple of months, I'll be able to style your hair and you won't need a wig any longer. Of course, you can use any of the ones I have now until then."

"I noticed in one of those magazines that there are some clubs and organizations in the area that offer support for couples like ourselves." Doug said tentatively, "Perhaps we could investigate them."

"If you like, but from now on, I intend to see you become my sister as well as my husband." She said. "It will be wonderful being able to share so much more with you. I only wish we'd have discovered this sooner."

The aroma of caffeine drifted through the kitchen so Doug retrieved two cups from the counter. He had kicked off the sandals in the bedroom and marveled at the way his nylon covered feet felt as he crossed the linoleum floor. The tug of the nylons against his girdle excited him and he could feel the elastic stretch slightly as he walked.

"Let's go try on a few things I think you might like. I've got a lot of clothes in the back of my closet that might fit you just perfect." Cindy said as she accepted the cup of coffee Doug held out for her.

They returned to the bedroom and she quickly started tossing various articles from her closet onto the bed. Doug watched silently for a few seconds and then unhooked his skirt and stepped from it. He shed the blouse he had been wearing and picked up a black one piece jumpsuit from on top of the growing pile.

He managed to zip up the jumpsuit without assistance and then noticed the girdle created unsightly lines through the skin tight fabric. "You'll have to learn to wear different types of underwear depending on what you'll be wearing." Cindy said as she noticed him checking his appearance in the mirror. "Panty hose would be best for something like that."

He shed the jumpsuit and tried on a few more garments. He noticed that with every new piece of feminine apparel he tried on, he became more excited and the straining at his sanitary napkin increased. He stepped out of the house dress he had just tried on and stood in just the matronly under garments Cindy had provided at the motel this morning.

Without having to say anything to her, Cindy looked deep into his eyes and then slipped out of her own skirt and blouse. She crossed to the bed and brushed the pile of clothing aside as she laid down. Doug quickly joined her and as he began kissing her deeply he felt her unzipping the girdle at his waist. She rolled the heavy garment down his hips and then he assisted by removing it with the nylons still attached. The slip pulled taut against his panty clad ass as he rolled back toward her and embraced her once again. The feeling of her breast pressed hard against his own bra clad chest caused him to become more excited and he loved the sensations shooting throughout his body.

Quite by surprise, Doug felt her pressing an anal plug into his ass and he welcomed the sensations it created. Cindy buried the plug as far as she could and then pulled his rigid cock from beneath the napkin and through one leg band of his panties. He wasted no time in mounting her and thrusting his eager cock deep between her open legs.

With each penetrating thrust, Doug could feel the plug within himself. Cindy was becoming more excited and he could feel her hands pressing hard against the long line bra hooked behind his back. He continued to pump deep into her and then felt her move one hand down to his quivering asshole. With each thrust of his cock deep within her, Cindy pressed the plug with equal intensity.

His movements increased in frequency corresponding to the pressure Cindy placed upon the plug. Within seconds he exploded dynamically and felt her shudder with her own climax as she pushed the anal plug as deep as she could.

They lay spent and coupled together for long moments as each tried to regain their breath. After a few minutes Doug could feel himself losing rigidity and withdrew to lay at her side.

He saw that deep satisfied look on her face and knew she had needed him as much as he had wanted her.

"This is the reason I plan to keep you in skirts." She said. "You're just so much more sexually active, I'm going to see to it that you always have lace and nylon on your body."

Doug smiled to himself as he trudged off to the bathroom for a quick shower. She was right, he thought to himself, the frilly garments did cause him to need her more. He stripped naked and relaxed as the hot water streamed down his body. Moments later, he dried off and returned to the bed.

Cindy had put all of the clothing away so he pulled open one of his drawers and fingered the fine silk now his to choose from. He selected a pair of floral patterned hip huggers and a matching wispy floral brasserie. He tossed the frilly underwear on the bed and then took out a new sanitary belt from the box she had put in his drawer.

The new belt was more like a string bikini and it took him a second to discover how to thread a napkin in place. He quickly learned how to adjust the belt and then started to pull it in place. He hesitated for a second after tucking his flaccid penis back, and then picked up a bottle of hand lotion on the dresser and traced a small line of lotion along the inside of his pad.

As he pulled the napkin securely against his body he could feel the cold lotion come in contact with his penis and then felt the lotion spread along the shaft of his manhood. As he walked over to the bed to retrieve his bra and panties he could feel the slippery lubricant and it reminded him of the feelings he had experienced so often the last couple days.

He quickly pulled on the hip huggers and slipped into the flimsy bra. After hooking the clasps behind his back he decided not to use the prosthesis and went instead to the closet. He selected a sleeveless tank top blouse and a pair of pink stretch shorts to wear. He put on the pretty apparel and then joined Cindy who was now watching television in the living room.

(to be continued -- if there is enough demand)