PLEASED TO BE A MAID

By Donna Keane

Susan Henry rose from the breakfast table after taking a quick, last gulp of her coffee. She glanced at the wall-clock and grabbed for her purse.

"Wow! Look at the time! I'm going to be late to the office if I don't get moving. Be a doll, won't you, Jim, and do a good job on the apartment today... it's beginning to look like hell."

"Aw, come off it, Sue. What do you think I am, some sort of a house-maid?"

"Well, it does appear that our roles have been switched for the past few weeks darling... Since I am the only 'bread-winner' now, the least that you could do would be to try to keep the place neat and clean."

"Sure, sure... Rub it in... I suppose that it's all my fault that the steel mill closed and there's no other work in this area for a metallurgical engineer!"

"No one is blaming you for our present situation, dear. But if you can't find a job, then you should be willing to make things a little easier for me... I'm really bushed when I get home from work... and certainly in no mood to do housework."

"Hell, I've already taken over making the bed, preparing the meals and even doing the laundry."

"Oh yes! I meant to speak to you about that... I like my delicate, lingerie items to be done separately... hand-washed in the sink, if you don't mind. Don't toss them into the washing machine with the other clothes..."

"Yes Madame!" Jim grasped the sides of his short velour robe in each hand and mimicked the curtsey of a personal maid to her mistress. "Now, that's more like it!" Sue evinced no hint of amusement at his parody. "Frankly, my dear, you would look a lot better as a maid! At least then I could count on you to be clean-shaven."

With these last, caustic remarks, Susan slammed the door behind her as she left the apartment.

'Honestly! I wish that he would take the hint!' She murmured to herself as she waited impatiently for the elevator. 'That husband of mine has become so exasperating since he joined the ranks of the unemployed... I certainly hope that Wendy's plan works!'

As the elevator descended, Susan checked her appearance in the long, narrow mirror near the door of the cage. She was highly pleased with her reflection... A tall, lovely and svelte young lady, impeccably dressed in a smart, light gray, pin-striped business suit... shifted her weight a bit and deliberately thrust out one shapely leg so that the slit in her skirt gaped to its limit and disclosed just the hint of lace, halfway up her thigh.

She had noticed the way her boss, Pamela Mays, had been staring at her legs lately, with an appreciative, no almost a lustful glint in her eyes... Well, she would give Pam-darling something to gape at today!

Sue really loved her job! She was gifted with an acute business mind and she had risen steadily with her firm since she first joined it almost two years ago. Her most recent promotion, with a significant salary increase, had taken place, by coincidence, on the very day that Jim got the news of his plant's demise.

Sue had tried to commiserate with him over his misfortune but it was a difficult thing to do... She was bubbling over with joy about her own blossoming career.

Jim suggested that they should move to some other part of the country where his talents could be more readily utilized, but Susan objected strongly... Naturally, she was loathe to surrender her

excellent position just as a bright future seemed to be opening up for her... She convinced Jim that he should search for another job, even a lower-paying one if necessary, right in their immediate area.

It didn't take him long to determine that the job market for young engineers was extremely limited. The only real job offer that he unearthed was that of a shoe clerk in a local department store. The pay was merely a pittance compared to his former salary and somehow he felt it would be most demeaning to attempt to cater to the whims of a shoe-buying public.

So he stopped looking. He stayed at home and watched television...He became quite an addict to the soap operas and game shows... He also became very slovenly in his personal appearance, sometimes going three or four days without shaving.

If it wasn't for his innate animal desire to make love to his wife, he probably would have let himself turn into a veritable bum! But every few days his passions would get the best of him... He would shower, shave, and primp with the intention of making moves on Susan.

Sue, on the other hand, had become so absorbed in her job that she was practically to the point of ignoring her husband... If it was necessary to work overtime at the office, she never passed up the opportunity. Because she loved her job so, she thrilled to the feeling of accomplishment, and particularly to the compliments of her boss, Pamela.

Pamela was an astute businesswoman, extremely competent and probably slated to head the firm one day in the near future... Sue was quick to recognize this state of affairs shortly after she herself joined the company. She made it her goal to become an assistant to Pamela and to rise along with her.

The two women got along very well together. But, although they established an easy rapport, there was never any doubt that it was strictly a business relationship... At least, not until recently.

Susan could not help noticing the way Pamela was looking at her in recent weeks. She was sure that she had finally succeeded in eliciting an unmistakable look of desire in those lovely gray eyes.

Susan was no prude... She was not unfamiliar with the practice of lesbianism. She had experienced a few affairs with one of her chums at college. And she found it more than enjoyable.

In point of fact, Sue was currently carrying on a very heated love-affair with one of the lovely young women in her own apartment building! Some of those evenings when she was supposedly working overtime were really spent in the arms of her new friend and lover, Wendy Tyler, who lived on the twelfth floor.

Initially, Sue was reluctant to get involved in any such activity with Pamela. She had always been a firm believer that one should not mix pleasure with business. She wanted to take no chances on jeopardizing her blossoming career.

At the same time, she considered it a harmless and increasingly enjoyable pastime to carry on an innocent flirtation with her feminine superior.

Working so closely together, it was inevitable that there would be occasions for them to touch hands or to brush against each other, or to smile or laugh together at some amusing remark or incident.

Sue found herself dressing to please her boss. She had noticed that Pamela could hardly keep her eyes off of her chest, that day when Sue had donned her jacket and displayed her lacy chemise top beneath a diaphanous blouse... And only yesterday, how thirstily Pamela had gazed

at Sue's crossed thighs when she casually allowed her skirt to ride high enough to disclose almost all of her shapely legs.

Sue went right out and purchased the suit that she was wearing today, with its high-slit skirt... She smiled when she thought about Pamela's expected reaction to it.

***

Jim was still fuming, ten minutes after Susan left the apartment. Where did she come off talking to him like that? Ordering him around as if he was some sort of paid help? What did she expect? Was he supposed to be her personal housemaid?

He had only been kidding when he made that little curtsey gesture. But she failed to see the humor in it. Boy! How he would just love to shock the pants off of her by actually dressing up as a maid. But of course, that was ridiculous!

However, as he went about the execution or his routine household chores such as washing the breakfast dishes, making the bed and picking up various articles of discarded clothing - most of which seemed to be bits of Susan's lingerie - the thought kept running through Jim's mind and the ridiculousness of the idea seemed to wane.

He was in the bathroom sorting out the laundry, when the germ of the idea finally began to sprout. As Susan had requested, he was separating her dainty under-things from the rest of the clothes. He picked up a pair of her satin panties, and idly fondled them in his fingers... How

soft and silky they felt!

He lifted them to his face to inhale their musky-sweet aroma, and he began to rub their softness against his cheek... Oh! With his two-days growth of beard, the fragile material got hung up and refused to slide against his flesh.

Jim put the dainty garment aside and opened the medicine cabinet for his shaving equipment... Minutes later, his face was as pink and smooth as a baby's backside and it felt even smoother after he applied a generous amount of talc. Now, when he rubbed the panties on his cheek,

they moved with a sibilant slithering motion and he thrilled to their touch...

His mind raced back to his teenage years when he used to play around with his mother's lingerie.

He would never forget that day when she burst in on him as he sat on the toilet, masturbating himself with a pair of her nylon panties. As she stood there screaming at him in anger and derision, he wanted to curl up and die of shame. From that day on, he never dared to touch her

lingerie. And now, those old feelings of excitement were being rekindled. Jim felt himself stiffening beneath the loose covering of his pajama pants and his velour robe.

He loosened the belt of his robe, untied the drawstring of his pajamas and let them roll to the floor... Somehow, he found his way to the toilet seat where he sat down and took himself in hand, wrapping his warm, hard member in the soft folds of the satin panties.

Jim hadn't had any sex with his wife in more than three days. Last night, when he rolled over to kiss her, she had complained about his scratchy beard and moved away from him, pulling the covers high up around her head. Jim was really feeling randy! He pumped his throbbing organ like a piston, sliding the silky panties up and down the sleekness of his flesh...

In an incredibly short time, he was shooting his creamy cum into the folds of the panties.

But what a mess! He felt thoroughly ashamed of his act... Why had he jerked off like that, like a callous schoolboy?

It was the silken piece of lingerie that did it! God! It felt so damned good against his flesh... What would it be like to wear silky panties around all day? Well, why not? He had the apartment all to himself. Jim stood up to remove his robe and his pajama top, then stepped into the shower. He still held the saturated panties in his hand. As he showered, he also soaped and rinsed the panties, cleansing them of every trace of his sticky cum.

Back in the bedroom, he dried himself completely and even used some of Susan's body powder to insure his dryness... ummm! It felt sort of sexy to pat himself all over with her big fluffy pom-pom.

His next step was to delve into his wife's lingerie drawer to select a fresh pair of panties... Jim was small of stature and he had no doubt that he could easily fit into his wife's attire.

After lifting out several different styles and colors of panties, he decided that the ivory satin tap pants were the ones for him. Once again he held them up to his face to inhale the scent of them and to caress his cheek. Then, holding them out in front of him, he bent over and placed one foot, then the other, into the waistband and drew them up to his loins.

Oh Lord, they felt great! So silky and smooth. He passed his hands over them, gently smoothing them about his hips and buttocks. Despite his very recent cum, he found himself to be hardening once again under the slithery fabric... Oh, it was wonderful!

Sometime later, Jim was down in the basement of the apartment complex, attending to the laundry.

He had followed Susan's instructions and soaked all of her undies in Woolite in the bathroom sink. Now that they were all thoroughly rinsed, he had brought them along with the other wash, so that he could run them in the dryer while washing the regular garments.

He sat down on a chair to read the morning newspaper while he waited for the machine to complete its cycle. He felt quite comfortable in a knitted sport shirt and his brief, white tennis shorts.

But just after he settled down, the door of the laundry room swung open and he was joined by an extremely pretty young lady. "Oh! Hi!" She said, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "You really startled me for a moment... I didn't expect to find anyone else down here... least of all a man."

"Well, you can be assured that I am not some sort of a mugger, waiting to pounce on pretty ladies... My name is Jim Henry, from 11-C." "Hello Jim. I'm Wendy Tyler, from 12-A."

"I like your name... It sounds so bright and cheerful, very appropriate for your personality."

"Why thank you, kind sir." She placed one finger on the cute dimple on her chin and smiled. "My, aren't you the dutiful husband, doing the laundry?"

"Well, yeah. Susan's at work... I'm temporarily unemployed."

"Oh, that's a shame. I understand how debilitating it can be when the man of the house loses his job."

"Hmmph! If my wife had her way, I think that she'd like me to become the 'woman of the house'. I won't be very much longer with these machines. The washer only has a few minutes to go, then I'll switch my load to the dryer after I take out my delicates."

"Your delicates?"

"Well, I mean, my wife's lingerie items." Jim blushed.

"Oh. For a moment there I thought that you might be one of those increasing number of males who get his kicks out of wearing women's undies."

Jim glanced at her warily... Could she have guessed that at this very moment he was wearing satin and lace panties under his tennis shorts? He looked down at himself as if to check his appearance and he was shocked to discover that he did indeed have about an inch of telltale lace peeking out of one leg of his shorts.

One more glance at Wendy's smiling face, and the direction of her gaze, was enough to tell him that she had already detected the damning evidence of his fetish... Desperately, he attempted to pull down the leg of his shorts to conceal the lacy fabric.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed on my account," Wendy hastened to assure him. "I think it's kind of cute, the idea of men wearing lingerie. My own brother used to do it all the time when we were kids growing up together."

"Your brother wore panties?" Jim's tone was one of amazement.

"Sure... And, as far as I know, he still does. He's just ga-ga over silk undies. Frankly, I like the idea. It sure takes all of the worry about what to send him for his birthday, or as a Christmas present. I just waltz into the nearest boutique and pick out something real frilly for him."

"Wow!"

"Oh yes! And I find that it's so much fun to watch the expression on the salesgirl's face when I tell her that I'm buying the lingerie for my brother."

"I'll bet that they're all shocked!"

"Well, it's funny... They used to be. But in recent years, I've found that it doesn't seem to phase them at all... This leads me to conclude that lingerie for men is becoming a pretty common practice."

"Satin panties certainly do feel good down around my, er, ah..."

"Around your cock and balls? Go ahead and say it. Don't be shy. You're talking to an old hand... I now how much it turned my brother on... He sometimes let me masturbate him through his silky panties."

"Hey! Wow! You're some kind of lady!"

"Why, thank you, Jim... You're kind of nice yourself... Oh, look. It looks like your wash is done. Do you want to empty it now, so I can get mine started?"

"Sure thing. Just a moment, until I get the lingerie out of the dryer so I can transfer the wet wash right in."

He opened the door of the dryer and reached in to withdraw his wife's undies. Everything was so soft and warm and silky. He loved the way that the static electricity that had built up in the slithery garments made them cling to his hands and arms.

"Hmmm. I like your wife's taste in lingerie."

"Yes. Susan has some very lovely things."

"I see that she favors bikinis. I prefer tap panties, myself. They're my brother's favorite too."

"Yes, I like that style also... That's what I'm wearing now."

"I thought as much... the way that lace trim was hanging down below your shorts."

"God! I never dreamed that I'd be standing here discussing my undies with practically a total stranger!"

"Oh, you can't say that we're strangers now, Jim... We have just exchanged some pretty intimate secrets."

"Yea. I suppose you're right there..." But Jim was still feeling very embarrassed. He was torn between wanting to stay and get to know this lovely woman even better... and an undeniable urge to get away by himself so that he could collect his thoughts. Reluctantly, he decided that the latter course was wisest. She was just too quick for him.

"Look Wendy, I have to leave... I'm expecting a phone call soon...When your wash is done, just take my clothes out of the dryer and use it for your own things. I can come down later to finish up."

"Why, that's very sweet of you, Jim. I'll have to think of some way to repay your kindness."

"Oh, that's OK... Perhaps we'll meet again down here. You can return the favor."

***

On the top floor of a modern office building, not very far away, Susan was in her own little cubicle busily leafing through a stack of computer printouts. She paused every so often to make a penciled notation and then continued on. So deeply was she absorbed in her work that she never noticed that she had company, until she heard a polite clearing of a throat. She looked up at the tall, lovely woman who was smiling down at her.

"Oh, Pamela! Hello. I didn't realize you were there."

"Apparently not," Pamela grinned.

"My gracious, you do get caught up in your work, don't you, sweets. And look at all those computer runs scattered about... I think that we'll have to see about getting you a larger office. There's one adjoining mine that's vacant."

"A bigger office? For me? Oh, Pamela, that would be great... And being closer to you would be wonderful also."

"Mmmm. I wish I knew just how you meant that, darling... Look, when you're finished this project that you're now working on, step into my office. I have some things that I want to go over with you."

"Certainly. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"And by the way, dear, I think that you'd better plan on a bit of overtime tonight... at my place... I'm going to need your help on a special little project of my own that I'm working on."

"Of course. No problem... I'll just call home and tell my husband to eat alone."

"He's still out of work, I assume."

"Yes," Susan sighed her exasperation. "Frankly, Pam, I wasn't looking forward to dinner with him anyway... he has turned into a regular 'house bum'. He just sits around the apartment all day,

watching television."

"While you work your cute little buns off 'bringing home the bacon'." Pamela's tone was sympathetic.

Susan looked at her superior with new interest. Earlier in their conversation, Pam had addressed her in rather endearing terms like 'darling' and 'sweets'. Susan was of a mind to let that slide by as innocent words of salutation between two friends, but this latest reference to her 'cute little buns' was a little beyond a friendly comment.

"Thanks for the compliment," Sue acknowledged, smiling up at Pamela.

"I didn't think that you ever noticed. And may I say that I like that outfit you're wearing today, Pam... It really compliments your lovely figure."

"Thank you, darling. I enjoy wearing tailored suits. I see that you're wearing one, too. You look very chic, but I think that I prefer seeing you in something more feminine."

"Oh? I'm sorry... I bought this suit especially to emulate you."

"That's a lovely compliment. You do look very trim and businesslike... But, as I said, I like my girls in feminine attire. You know, something light and free flowing, like silk prints of nylon."

"Oh my!" Susan tittered... "Now you're starting to sound like my husband, Jim. If he had his way, I'd be parading about in my lingerie all the time."

"Mmmmmm! Sounds intriguing... I can't say that I blame him. Well, I have to get back to my office. Come in as soon as you can."

Five minutes later, the two females were standing, clutched in a warm embrace, clinging desperately to each other, their lips locked in a wet, sucking kiss... It was Susan who made the first move to break away.

"Oh please, Pam! This is madness!.. We can't carry on like this during office hours... Someone might come in."

"Don't worry, darling. I flicked the inside latch when I closed the door before... Oh, Susan, sweetheart... baby, let me hold you... I've wanted this for so long!"

"Really, Pam? Why didn't you let me know? Couldn't you tell that I've had the hots for you ever since I started here?"

"I wondered about that... I noticed the way you looked at me, the way you rubbed against me on occasion, the way you were flaunting your charms in those slit skirts and see-through blouses... It's been maddening! But I was too afraid to make the first move - what if I was wrong in my assumptions? I could never live down the scandal that might have ensued, and possibly have lost a valuable employee too."

"Don't worry, dearest." Susan snuggled still closer, rubbing her lithe young body against the soft curves of the older woman... "I can be very discreet... I'm so glad that door is locked... Kiss me again, darling."

"I'll do better than that... Here, let me help you out of your jacket... Oh, your breasts are so lovely... Now, where is the zipper on this skirt?"

"Pam! What are you doing?"

"Why, I'm undressing you, sweets. I'm going to peel you like a piece of luscious fruit and put you down on that sofa over there... Then I'll show you some kissing that you won't soon forget!"

"Oh, Pam!" Susan liked playing the role of the overwhelmed maiden for a change, being ravished by her wicked mistress... She stood complacently, letting Pamela remove her clothes with deft, quick fingers.

She stepped out of her pumps when the time came for Pamela to bend to one knee and grasp the waistband of her pantyhose. She crossed her arms demurely over the pink, naked flesh of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, and Susan wasn't sure if it was caused by the chill of the air conditioning on her warm, exposed breasts, or whether it was the result of her sexual excitement. She raised one foot, then the other, as Pam drew the filmy nylon off of her dainty feet. The rolled-up pantyhose was cast aside and Pamela reached up to encircle Susan's hips in her arms, pressing her face against the soft fur of the girl's cunt.

"Oh Pam! Please! Can't you get naked too? I want you every bit as much as you want me, darling."

"Not now, sweets. I have a board meeting to attend in less than fifteen minutes... I really didn't plan on this little episode happening just now... This was all supposed to wait until tonight at my

place... But I just couldn't resist you a minute longer!"

"Then take me, my darling! Fifteen minutes? That doesn't give us much time... But I'm more than ready... Eat me, dearest! Where do you want me... on the sofa?"

"Yes, my sweet. Lie down there, on your back... This will be our operating table... Let Doctor Pam demonstrate her tongue talents in rendering you senselessly ecstatic! I want to taste every delicious inch of your cunt!"

"Oh, Pam!"

When Susan first entered the private office of her superior just minutes earlier, she had no idea that things would progress so rapidly. She settled herself in a comfortable, low-slung chair, and carelessly allowed her skirt to ride up and gape at the side-slit to expose one long, tapering and silken thigh enhanced by the delicate lace of her slip.

Pamela paused for a moment at the door, fiddling with the knob, then crossed the room and stood in front of Susan. There was a look of pure, naked lust in her lovely eyes!

"All right, you temptuous little minx! I've had all that I can stand from you! Stand up!"

Susan was shaken by the ferocity of Pamela's tone... Was her beautiful boss angry with her? Trembling, she lifted herself out of the chair and was immediately enfolded in Pamela's lusting embrace!

***

There were no TV soap operas or game shows for Jim Henry that day. He had decided to change his lifestyle. No more lazing about the apartment, unkempt in appearance, killing time in front of the television set.

When he returned from the basement laundry room, he carefully folded and put away each article of Susan's lingerie. Somehow, after his confrontation with Wendy, the touch and feel of silky undies to his fingers seemed to become much more significant.

He marveled at Susan's vast collection of delicate lingerie. She had oodles of panties, almost a dozen petties with matching camisoles, full length slips and luscious nighties of satin and filmy nylon.

The smaller items, of course, were laid away in the dresser drawer, but Jim was careful to drape the nighties on padded hangers and put them away in the closet.

On a sudden impulse, he held one lovely nightgown against his body, as if to judge its size... Yes, it would most likely fit his modest frame quite nicely... He wondered what it would be like to actually wear one.

He decided to give in to his curiosity and desire... In a wink, he had stripped himself of his tennis shorts and shirt and gathered the satin delight into a ring before slipping it over his head... Oooo! How sexy it felt as it slithered down over his body. He turned to look at himself in the full length mirror on the closet door and found, to his utter delight, that the shimmering garment fit him almost like a second skin.

It was so snug and sleek that he could easily discern the outline of the waistband of the panties that he still wore beneath it.

Ummm. It was so nice to run his hands lightly over his hips and buttocks, glorying in the slithery friction of the two silken fabrics... It wasn't at all surprising to him that he was getting hard again. Jim laid down on the bed and idly made love to himself for several minutes... But wait! This was nonsense! Much more of such self-fondling and he would be sure to have one of those excruciatingly sweet comes! But this would never do! He would soil his pretty panties,

and even worse, soak through Susan's lovely nightie.

With the greatest of effort and self-control, Jim switched his train of thought to other, more mundane things. He desisted from his self-manipulation and, after his tension subsided, he arose from the bed and doffed the satin nightie... just in time, too, he judged. His panties already had a small spot of wetness on the front panel.

He rehung the nightgown and got back into his sport clothes. But wearing that nightie had really felt terrific... He wondered if Susan would allow him to wear one to bed at night. Cheerfully he went about his chores of bringing the apartment into a proper degree of neatness.

Papers, dishes and other incidentals were all dutifully packed and put in their proper place... He dusted the furniture and used the vacuum cleaner. He ran every bit of used or soiled dishes and glassware through the automatic washer. The kitchen floor was in dire need of a scrubbing, so he decided to tackle that job, too... But wait! Sloshing about with a wet, soapy cloth might result in sloshing his immaculate white tennis shorts... He needed something to protect them.

He found the answer to his problem hanging on a wall hook in the kitchen. An apron... True, it was quite frilly and feminine in style, but it would certainly serve his purpose. Just as he finished his job, he heard the sound of the door chimes. He forgot for the moment about his attire, and hurried to answer the door.

"Well, hello! Why, don't we look sweet?" It was Wendy, standing at the door with his basket of laundry.

"Hello... Oh, excuse me!" Jim caught the direction of her gaze and he hastily snatched the lacy little apron from around his waist.

"Oh, don't take it off," she pouted. "You look quite chic in it."

"Do you really think so?" Jim held the apron against himself once more and looked down at himself... The apron, small as it was, still managed to conceal all evidence of his tennis shorts. For all intents, he looked as if he was wearing a skirt.

"You have a great looking pair of legs," Wendy commented. "I'll bet they'd look even more terrific if you got all of that hair off of them and put on a pair of nylons."

Jim looked at her in astonishment. "You know, you really amaze me, Wendy. Some of the things that you come out with... You know, it's usually the guy who pays compliments to a girl's legs."

"Hey, baby... This is the modern generation, isn't it? The world of liberated females who feel free to speak their minds? Where do you want this laundry?"

"The laundry? Oh, I'll take it. I'll just put it inside on the bed. Thanks a lot for folding it so nicely and bringing it upstairs."

Jim spoke in a louder voice as he moved on into the bedroom, assuming that Wendy was still standing in the foyer. He was quite surprised to turn around and find that she had followed right along behind him.

"No need to raise your voice," she smiled as she looked about the bedroom. "Mmmm! This is a much bigger bedroom than mine... I love the way you have it furnished... It looks so feminine... your idea or your wife's?"

"My wife's, of course! What do you think I am, some kind of a queer?"

"Not at all - but you have to admit that you have some real inclinations toward femininity... You're wearing panties, after all."

"Yes, but..."

"And I still maintain that you would look great in nylons and high heels... They would really enhance your legs. Can you fit into your wife's shoes?"

"How would I know? I've never tried."

"Well, let's see.... Kick off your shoes and socks and try on a pair of these pumps." She knelt down at the closet and came up with a pair of Susan's high-heeled shoes.

Jim was in the mood to play along with this precocious young woman. Yes, she was actually smaller than he, but somehow she seemed to have a self- assured air about her, as if each and every one of her suggestions and decisions was going to be acted upon unquestioningly.

He perched on the bed and drew off his sneakers and socks. And he obediently offered one foot when she knelt before him with a shoe in her hand.

"Oh! No, I don't think that it's going to fit." His foot couldn't make it into the shoe.

"Nonsense. It's just because your foot is warm and damp. Hand me that powder from the vanity." Deftly, she dusted his feet with the little velvet puff from the powder box and tried once again with the shoe.

"There, you see? It goes on quite easily." She picked up the other one and slipped that on also. "Stand up, now. Let's see how you look." "Oooo! They feel so awfully snug."

"That's alright. You'll get used to them... Walk around a bit...

Easy, now! Here, let me hold your arm. See how they enhance the appearance of your legs?" She led him over to the full-length mirror so he could view his reflection.

Jim had to agree, silently, that his legs did look quite shapely... it was amazing how the stilted heels caused a tensioning in his calves and made them look so slim and tapering.

"Now, we really must get that hair off of your legs... does your wife use a depilatory?"

"A what?"

"Depilatory... hair-removal cream. Come on, let's check in the bathroom."

Jim allowed himself to be towed into the bath where Wendy sat him down on the closed seat of the toilet. She rummaged about in the medicine cabinet, then in the vanity cabinet under the sink.

"Ah, here it is... good! There's a lot of it, too." She unscrewed the lid and handed the jar to Jim. "Kick off those pumps and get your shorts and panties off."

"Hey! You've got to be kidding!"

"Oh, you want to play the shy one, do you? All right, I'll leave the room. But you get out of those clothes and start smearing this ointment all over your legs and thighs... be sure to get the backs as well as the front."

"Then what?"

"Then you just sit down and wait until I tell you what to do next. This stuff takes a few minutes to work." She was pleased that he made no real objection to her demands.

She left the bathroom and Jim proceeded to follow her instructions. He undressed completely, carefully laying his sports clothes and his panties to one side before dipping into the jar of smelly ointment.

Dutifully, he applied to his legs, smearing it liberally from his toes all the way up to his loins and beyond. He rubbed it all over, including the backs of his legs.

On impulse, he even spread it all over his buttocks... Somehow, he figured that the absence of hair would result in greater sensitivity to the silky caress of panties...

Now, Jim had no recourse but to stand and wait for the cream to work its magic... He sighed, impatiently. He found himself getting anxious to see the effect, to have his legs gleam and shimmer in their hairlessness. He called out to Wendy.

"Hey! How much longer do I have to keep this stuff on?"

"Just another minute or so. The longer it stays on, the better chance that it has to do its job. Then I want you to step into the shower and rinse off under warm water. Don't be upset by the mess that collects in the drain. It will all wash down."

Wendy apparently knew what she was talking about. A few minutes later, Jim was delighted to see his wet, dark leg hair wash easily off of his flesh, and even lost a good amount of his pubic hair as well. Too bad that he didn't think to apply the cream all around his genitals as well. Maybe next time.

"Wash yourself with scented soap before you leave the shower," Wendy called in to him. "We want to get rid of as much of the smell of the depilatory as we can. Powder and perfume will finish the job."

Jim emerged from the shower and toweled himself. He was amazed to see how sleek and shiny his legs appeared.

"Hey! This stuff really works, doesn't it?" He called out in a loud voice.

But he needn't have raised his voice at all, for Wendy was standing there in the doorway, grinning at him.

"I promised you that your legs would look terrific, didn't I? Here, use this body talc to dust all over yourself, and then come into the bedroom. I have a lovely outfit laid out for you."

"I even lost some of the hair around my crotch."

"Don't worry. This is a very good brand of depilatory that your wife uses. It can be applied in the most sensitive areas. I'll bet she keeps her cunt hairless, too."

"That's right... I kind of like that hairless look. It's very sexy."

"I think so too... I'd like to see your wife's cunt sometime... That's

something that really turns me on."

"Huh? Sounds like you have a thing for girls."

"Sure! Nothing wrong with that... I like to swing both ways."

"Wow! You're really something, Wendy."

"Yes, I know... Come on, now. Get back into your panties and let's get going on making you into a beautiful girl." She turned and marched off toward the bedroom.

Jim was eager to comply. Mmmmm! How yummy it felt to draw those slippery black panties up his legs and smooth them over his naked loins. His hairless flesh seemed to sing to the response of their slithery silkiness.

"Hey! I like your wife's taste in lingerie," Wendy greeted him when he joined her in the bedroom. "Isn't it convenient that you can fit so nicely into her size?"

Jim looked down at the array of garments that Wendy had laid out on the bed. Susan's tiny skating skirt, made of pale lavender velvet...Also a white satin blouse. He shivered at the thought of actually getting into these lovely things. "Oh, I want you to wear a pair of stockings with your panties, too," Wendy told him. "You'll really look a lot better and I know that you'll be thrilled by them. I'm going to show you the proper way to wear a garter belt with your panties. Come on, now, don't be bashful... first, slip out of your panties and I'll show you how to wear stockings and a garter belt."

Without hesitation, Jim slipped his panties off of his hips, sitting down on the bed as he eased them down his legs. Perhaps it was false modesty, but he did try to conceal his genitals between his thighs and his folded hands.

"My! Aren't you the shy one, though?" Turn around so I can fasten this lovely garter belt around your waist."

Jim complied at once and Wendy wasted no time fastening the black lace garter belt securely around his waist.

"Now, sit on the bed and I'll put you in your first pair of silky stockings. Wendy knelt at his feet. "Pay attention now... I'm only going to show you how to do this one time. There's a proper way to put on hose, and you'd better learn it."

She bunched up the first stocking around one foot, smoothing it tight. She slowly pulled the gossamer material up his leg until it reached the top of his thigh. Then the other until they were both in place.

"Stand up now. I will fasten the garter straps to the tops of your stockings. Once this was accomplished, she handed him back his panties and told him to slip them back on. "Now you can use the little girl's room without having to remove your garters."

I'll bet that it feels good, doesn't it? Wearing those satin panties on top of those silky stockings?"

"Oh, yes!" Jim ran his hand, caressing up and down the vertical bulge in the front panel of his panties.

"Careful there, lover! Much more of that and we'll have to start all over again. Hold out your arms. I want to put this bra on you." She held up the lacy black bra for his inspection before she imprisoned him in it's embrace.

Wendy slipped the satin cup bra onto him and fastened the clasp in the rear. Then she adjusted the shoulder straps so that the cups were correctly positioned over his nipples. Jim looked down in dismay at the sagging bra cups. Even with the lift of the under-wired cups, he certainly didn't look very feminine.

"Don't worry about it, honey," Wendy assured him after noticing his expression. "We're going to fill you out with some lovely curves."

She delved into Susan's lingerie drawer once again and came back with several pairs of silky bikini panties. These she rolled up into properly sized balls and inserted them into each of the bra cups.

"There! That's much better, isn't it?"

Jim looked down to see himself more than adequately 'filled out'. He caressed his bra cups and shivered to the friction of the bunched-up panties against his nipples.

"Stop playing with yourself!" Wendy slapped his hands away with her mild rebuke. "Here, slip into this blouse, now... doesn't it feel slithery? I purposely selected one with big, billowy sleeves. You can button the cuffs while I get the front."

Together they secured the tiny, pearl buttons and, without being told, Jim reached for the velvet skirt. He stepped into it with all of the daintiness of a junior miss and drew it up about his waist. He was surprised at how short it was... Why, it hardly covered the lace of his panties!

Wendy helped tuck in the satin blouse, then stood back for her inspection. "Mmmm, pretty good, as far as it goes. I especially love the outline of the black bra through the white blouse. It makes you look like a real slut. Get back into those high heels and then sit down on the vanity bench. I should be able to do something about your face and hair... too bad that we don't have a wig."

"Oh, but we do... I mean, my wife has one... She doesn't wear it much anymore. It's stored away on the back shelf of the closet."

"Well, don't just stand there, ninny! Get it down!"

Jim found that he could just reach the wig box on the shelf, standing, as he was, practically on the tips of his toes in his high-heeled shoes. He brought the box to Wendy, who opened it and took out a lovely wig of soft, auburn tresses.

"Ah, this will do just fine. Now, let's get some makeup on you before you put the wig on."

She sat him down at the vanity and rummaged freely among Susan's cosmetics, selecting the necessary items to transform his face. Jim sat obediently still while she applied eye makeup, rouge and face powder to achieve her desired effect.

When she was finished, she set the wig upon his short-cropped head and adjusted it, then fashioned it with comb and brush.

"There!" She stepped back to admire her handiwork. "How do you like yourself now, Jamie?"

The name 'Jamie' struck a responsive chord in Jim... it was a nickname that some of his boyhood companions had tacked on him when he was undergoing his 'sissy period' during grammar school. Somehow Jim got more fun out of playing girl's games rather than the rough-and-tumble sports of the boys... eventually, he grew out of this stage of his development, but he would never forget being called 'Jamie'... he had mixed feelings about the name... he hated it when the boys used it in a derisive snarl... but he loved it when the girls used it in endearing tones. Now, as he looked into the mirror, he realized what he had been secretly longing for, ever since he was a school boy... to dress, to act, to look so much like a girl! Oh, it was heavenly... And the soft, silky garments that he wore made it all the more enjoyable.

"Gosh, Wendy! he breathed. "I don't look half bad, do I?"

"That's putting it mildly, Jamie my sweet. I think that you look terrific... if I was a guy, I could really get the hots for you... in fact, I've had some passionate affairs with real girls who didn't look quite as pretty as you do."

"Really? I've heard about how some women make love together... I must confess that the thought of it really turns me on."

"Are you suggesting that we have our own little sexcapade? That's not a bad idea... but I want to be the one who seduces you... let's go into the living room. We can listen to soft music and maybe neck and smooch a bit."

***

It took Susan a lot longer than she thought it would to recover from her session with Pamela... damn! That woman was a cool one! She had laid Susan out on that couch like a succulent piece of roast beef and went to work on her with her delicate fingers and her voracious tongue!

And when it was all over, Susan was utterly exhausted. She had lost track of how many times that she had climaxed. Pamela arose from her kneeling position, straightened her clothes, repaired her lipstick and ran a comb deftly through her hair. She looked as composed and self-assured as always... very business-like and efficient.

"Sorry to rush off like this, doll baby," she smiled down at the panting face of her assistant. "But I can't be late for that board meeting... We can do this all over again later this evening... Take your time about getting up and dressed... use my private bathroom to freshen yourself if you like... leave the door unlatched when you leave the office."

Susan should have felt a little put out to be the subject of Pamela's rather cavalier air. But she wasn't! She still glowed in the aftermath of her aroused passion.

"God! That woman was terrific!" Susan was already beginning to look forward to an encore... what was it that Pam had said about tonight? Something about overtime... at her place!

Wearily, Susan pulled on her pantyhose, her half slip and matching camisole. She padded into the washroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror... God! She was a mess! Her hair was in wild disarray... her red lips were smeared and swollen, mostly from her own biting, to keep herself form crying out her screams of ecstacy. She was so fearful that someone in a neighboring office would overhear the sounds of their passion.

She repaired her face and hair and returned to the office to don her blouse and jacket. With her shoes back on, she felt that she had regained a lot of her self-composure.

But before she let herself out, she just had to check on another door at the far side of Pamela's office... She went over and opened it... Yes, this must be the one that Pam had promised for her... It was so much more spacious then her present little cubicle... And, how convenient it was! So close to her darling boss-lady!

***

Back in the apartment, Wendy was putting her love-slave through his excruciating torment... She had quickly discovered that Jim was only too happy to play the role of a submissive.

Before they settled down on the couch, she had Jim fix her a drink, then sent him back to the kitchen several times to correct its taste. He actually seemed to get a thrill from her commands... how he rushed about, so eager to please her as she directed him to perform various chores.

How darling he looked in his abbreviated skirt and gleaming stockings. Wendy took particular delight in having him bend over. This caused his skirt to ride up and expose the silken sheen of his satin and lace panties.

As she lounged comfortably on the sofa, drink in her hand, her obsequious she-male knelt at her feet. He waited like a faithful puppy dog to fulfill her next desire.

Wendy purposely spread her legs so that her own skirt gaped wide, to give him an unobstructed view of her pretty purple and black lace panties.

"Why, Jamie! You naughty little girl! I do believe that you are peeking at my undies!"

Jim blushed and averted his gaze, mumbling his apologies... "I'm sorry, Wendy..."

"Mistress Wendy!" she corrected him.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Wendy... I couldn't help myself... You know what a fetish I have for sexy lingerie."

"Oh? So you think that my undies are sexy, do you?"

"Everything about you is sexy, Mistress... I'm finding it hard to control myself... You thrill me so!"

"Perhaps you'd like a closer look at my panties, Jamie." She spread her legs even wider and pulled her skirt up about her waist... "Come! Put your head in my lap and take a really good look."

Jim inched his way forward and laid his cheek against Wendy's thigh. Now he had a close-up look at the crotch of her panties. He could easily discern the outline of her pussy, the mound of soft fur that pressed up through the thin nylon, the few errant tendrils of pubic hair that escaped from the hem of her panties.

"Oh, Jamie! You look so much like a lesbian lover... Wouldn't you like to act out the role as well?"

"I... I, uh..."

"Well, you evidently enjoy dressing like a girl, acting like a girl... why don't you try making love like a girl?"

"You mean?"

"Yes, silly! I want you to eat me! Here, let me slip my panties off. Better yet, I'll just roll them down past my hips and you can finish the job... no! Not with your hands, ninny! Grasp the crotch in your mouth... that's it, keep your lips pressed over your teeth... I don't want you to tear my fragile panties... Okay, now pull them down past my knees, down to my ankles, over my shoes... There! Now, get back up here and show me how good a male lesbian you can be!"

Wendy spread her legs once again and pulled Jim's panting, lipsticked mouth into the vee of her crotch. His lips mashed against her slick, silky cunt. His tongue darted out almost automatically to probe into her warm, wet slit.

"Oh! Oh, yes! Use that tongue, lover! Push it in! Move it around like a snake... Oh! You've done this before, haven't you? I'll bet that your wife loves having you suck her cunt!" She held his ears and ground his face into her cunt as she humped up and down on the sofa, thrusting

herself into his voracious, sucking mouth!

***

It was sometime after four o'clock when Susan dialed the apartment. "Hello," A sweet, dulcet voice answered her ring.

"Jim?"

"Yes."

"This is Susan... I thought for a second that I had the wrong number. It didn't sound like you at all."

Jim blushed at her remark... He had been practicing his feminine voice all afternoon. Without thinking, he had used that same tone when he picked up the phone.

He cleared his throat and spoke again in his normal voice. "Sorry, Susan, I guess I had a catch in my vocal chords. Why are you calling? Is anything the matter?"

"No. I just want to tell you that I won't be home for dinner... The boss and I are going to have dinner together and put in a little overtime... I'll see you when... I don't know... when I see you." She hung up.

Jim put down the phone with a look of chagrin on his pretty face. Susan certainly wasn't being very considerate... Oh, he supposed that he ought to be grateful that she called at all. Otherwise, he would have prepared dinner for the two of them and it would have gone to waste.

But she didn't exactly sound apologetic about not coming home... And what about him? She didn't care that he would have to dine alone.

"What's the matter, lover?" He turned to find Wendy smiling at him from the bed. "You look put out about something."

"Susan won't be home for dinner."

"Swell! That gives us all the more time to play games... Come back to bed... gee, you look so cute in that blue lace baby-doll outfit."

"Thank you, Wendy."

"Mistress Wendy!" she corrected him, sharply.

"I'm sorry, Mistress." Jim's mood was still doleful.

"Don't worry about having to eat alone. As usual, my husband is out of town for the week... You can cook dinner for the two of us."

"Oh? Your place or mine?"

"Right here is fine. It'll be fun, watching you play the role of a housewife... I'll give you a few cooking hints if you need them... but you are going to have to do all the work yourself."

"Yes, Mistress." Jim was starting to feel better as he climbed back into bed, into the waiting arms of his dominatrix.

***

At about four-thirty, Pamela stopped by Susan's little office with an announcement... "I'm afraid that we're going to have to change our plans a bit, Sue... The big brass wants me to stay for another mini-conference, after five."

"Oh, Pam!" Susan could not disguise her disappointment. "Does that mean that we're not going to be able to get together?"

"Of course not, darling. Our plans will just be postponed a little bit, that's all. This meeting shouldn't last more than twenty minutes to a half hour, according to Mr. Bailey... But I was planning to take off a little early so that I could get home in time to cook a tasty meal for us. Now, I won't have time for that."

"But that's all right, Pam. We can eat out and go back to your apartment afterward."

"Yes, that's what I was thinking too... It's probably even better. I really don't enjoy cooking that much... It's such a drag... I wish that I could find a good housemaid..."

"This postponement will give me a chance to dash home to freshen up," Susan declared. "I'd like to change into something a little more frilly, for you, anyway... You did say that you preferred me that way."

"That's right, dearest... Wear some sexy undies for me, won't you?"

"I have just the thing... how do crotch-less panties sound to you?"

"Oh, Lord! I'll be salivating all during the meeting and during dinner as well, just thinking of that sweet pussy of yours, waiting for me in crotch-less panties." Pamela leaned over Susan's desk and gave her a quick hug and kiss... "You take off a little early if you like, Sue... I'll make sure that this meeting doesn't last too long."

Susan felt herself oozing into her panties, so thrilled was she at Pamela's words and fleeting kiss... Yes, she would appreciate the chance to go home for a few minutes to freshen up...Actually, she was still feeling a bit disheveled as a result of their forenoon love session in Pam's office... She welcomed the opportunity to make herself sweet and fresh for Pamela's questing tongue once again... She reached for the phone with the thought that she might call Jim to let him know that she would be coming home after all... But no, there was no need for that. She still didn't plan to have dinner with him...

***

Jim was having the time of his life! He loved dressing in female attire... Wendy made him get back into his 'maid's outfit' after their interlude in bed. He thrilled to the touch of the short, velvet hem of the skirt as it swished about his thighs.

With some helpful suggestions from Wendy, he really went about the business of preparing their dinner... He had mixed a crisp salad for two in the large salad bowl. He had hashbrowned potatoes cooking to a turn on the back burner, and two good-sized steaks were on the sideboard, waiting for the broiler to come up to the correct heat.

He was just on his way into the living room to see if Wendy wanted to join him in a third martini when he heard the click of the door latch... The entry door swung in and his lovely wife, Susan, breezed nonchalantly into the apartment!

Both of them froze to a standstill as they stared at each other in

amazement.

PART TWO

"Jim! Is that really you?!"

But the question was rhetorical. Despite his feminine attire and his pretty, made-up face, Jim was easily recognizable. He stood stock still, frozen in his shock.

"Susan! I, er, ah, I thought that you weren't coming home."

"Well, I am home, you ninny! Would you mind telling me what you are supposed to be doing, dressed up in my clothes?"

"Gee, Sue, I was just having a little harmless fun... I really did not expect you to be home..." Jim hoped and prayed, silently, that Wendy would have the presence of mind to slip away and hide herself while he detained his wife in the foyer.

But his hopes were dashed when Susan pushed her way past him to enter the living room... There was Wendy, lounging languidly on the sofa, drink in hand, smiling disarmingly. She was wearing Susan's prettiest white negligee.

"Well, well, well!" Susan was seething. "It's perfectly obvious that you didn't expect me home! What is the meaning of this? Start explaining yourself, my dear husband! How long has this been going on?"

Her voice was rising to a screaming pitch.

"Please, Susan. Calm yourself."

Jim reached out in a feeble effort to soothe his wife, but she recoiled from him.

"Calm myself? You're lucky that I'm not throwing things or scratching someone's eyes out at this point... I came home to freshen up and change my clothes, and I find a feminized husband, entertaining a lovely young woman!"

"Susan, this is Wendy. She's a neighbor of ours from the twelfth floor... we just met for the first time today... really, in the laundry room. She was kind enough to bring up an unfinished load from the dryer for me... and, well, one thing kind of led to another."

"With you winding up in woman's clothes and her in my favorite silk negligee?" Susan finished for him. "I'd like to get all of the details of that sometime, but it just so happens that I must wash

up and change for my dinner appointment."

"Please don't be too upset with your husband, Mrs. Henry. As he said, we were only having a bit of harmless fun. Didn't you know that Jim has a fetish for soft and silky garments? I discovered it almost immediately when we met in the laundry room."

"So you just had to come up here and dress him up, didn't you? Well, I must admit that he doesn't look half bad... With that short skirt and lacy apron, he could almost pass as a housemaid."

"A role that he truly enjoys playing, Susan... May I call you Sue? I suggest that you should encourage him to dress as a maid as much as possible. Consider all the interesting advantages."

"Thank you, Wendy... I'll do just that... My, you really are a pretty girl... I can easily understand how you could have seduced my wayward husband."

"What a lovely compliment... Yes, Jim really went easily when I suggested that we dress him up... Did you notice his legs? Aren't they beautiful in that shimmering hosiery? And without all of that ugly hair?"

"Yes, I must admit that he looks damned good! My wig looks pretty good on him, too. I think that he could really pass for a girl."

"Mmmm. I think so too... By the way, Sue, I love your taste in clothes. This nightie is real yummy!"

"Glad you like it... Are you wearing anything beneath it?"

"Nope. Just my skin... See!"

Wendy drew the folds of the negligee wide apart, exposing her glorious body. Jim was quick to note that Susan did not divert her eyes in shock or embarrassment, but rather continued to gaze upon Wendy's body with an unmistakable expression of lust in her eyes. Deliberately, Wendy spread her legs a little wider, and idly scratched at her pubic hair.

"I love your body, Wendy... But, hey, what am I doing standing here when I'm so short on time? Excuse me dears, I do have to change and get going." She turned and headed for the bedroom.

"Wait up. I'll come and help you," Wendy called out sweetly. Then, turning to Jim, she spoke in a firm authoritative tone. "And you, Jamie-girl, get yourself into the kitchen and put those steaks on the broiler... It looks like we're going to have dinner together after all."

Jim did as he was told. Preparing the steaks for the oven took only a few seconds and he found himself with nothing much to do... He wondered a bit about Susan's heated reaction on finding him dressed as he was, with a near-naked, lovely young neighbor... And how quickly she had calmed down, seemingly accepting the whole thing. He wondered too about how well Wendy was getting along with his wife. He had half-expected a catfight! Still anxious, he sauntered down the hall to eavesdrop at the bedroom door.

"You certainly had him pegged right", Susan's friend was saying. "He has a real fetish for lingerie."

"Yes. I've suspected it for a long time. He always seemed to make it a point to be present when I'm in the act of dressing or changing clothes. I've also noticed the way he almost drools at the sight of silky undies... But you sure did move fast, Wendy. I never thought that you would succeed in getting him fully dressed as a girl so quickly."

"Oh, he was easy. Would you believe that he was already wearing a pair of your panties when I first accosted him in the basement laundry room?"

"Really? So he finally took the bait, then... I've been leaving my panties lying about purposely for the past few days in hopes that he'd become hooked on them."

"You're talking about him as if he was some kind of a fish." "Well, he is, in a way... A poor fish... He seems to have lost his backbone and all confidence in himself, ever since he got laid-off."

"That was a great idea we had about seducing him into being a house-maid... He really relishes the role," Wendy commented.

"He does look awfully cute in that short skirt and satin blouse. We can let him wear the wig until his hair grows long enough to arrange into a feminine coiffure... Hey! Look at the time! Sorry to have to cut this short, Wendy honey, but I really do have to rush... I have this heavy date with my boss this evening.

"I understand. I could see that you were in a hurry... That's why I purposely steeled myself to keep my hands and lips off of you while you were changing into those darling red and black crotch-less undies. Do you have any idea what a tremendous task that was?"

"Uummm. You're a doll, Wendy. I'll make it all up to you, I promise... Is your husband still out of town? Why not plan on us getting together tomorrow evening?"

"Great! Sounds like you're finally beginning to make headway with that cool and lovely boss of yours."

"Oh yes! If I told you that she was cool, let me correct that impression. We really 'broke the ice' today... I wish that I had the time to tell you about the torrid session that we had this morning just

before lunch... I'll fill you in on the details when we're together tomorrow night."

"Promise! Here, let me zip you up... Umm! Forgive me, Sue, but I simply must have one big hug and a kiss before you go."

"Okay... But be careful that you don't smear my make-up... Just open your mouth, wide, and let me feed you a little tongue."

"Oh, yes! Ummm... Go on! Get out of here now!" Wendy imparted a smack playfully but soundly on Susan's curvaceous rump. "Before I lose my self-control and throw you down on the bed and rape you!"

"Like you did in the laundry room the first time we met? That was exciting! Especially since we never knew if someone might walk in on us."

"Mmmm! That was great, wasn't it? I could hardly wait for the following night at my place."

Jim moved away from his listening post, just moments before Susan emerged from the bedroom. She looked dazzling in a smart black dress made of some silky material that clung to her curves so excitingly, and featured a cleavage almost to her waist.

Her eyes fairly sparkled with an expression of naked lust... she was evidently anticipating her date with Pamela.

"...As I told you before, Jamie, I haven't the time right now to chastise you properly for your afternoon of naughty ideas... Perhaps that is for the best... It will give me time to contemplate a fitting punishment for you... Goodbye!" She slammed the apartment door behind her before he had a chance to reply... before he could ask her any of the myriad number of questions that were running through his mind...

Several things were beginning to dawn on him. He knew now that his beautiful wife was deeply involved in lesbian relationships, one with their pretty neighbor Wendy, and the other with her superior at the office, Pamela.

He understood now why she had so quickly calmed down after her initial outburst when she walked in on him and Wendy. He had become the victim of a well-thought-out plot!

He turned toward Wendy in a rage, as she came out of the bedroom.

"You two planned all of this, didn't you?!" He stamped his foot in anger. little realizing that it was a typical feminine gesture of frustration.

"Ah! You've been eavesdropping, haven't you?"

"Yes! And don't try to make me feel guilty about it, either... I heard the two of you discussing my transformation... I heard enough to realize that you've been carrying on a lesbian affair with my wife...

You should be ashamed of yourself! Seducing Susan the way that you did."

"Me? Seduce her? Hey, have you ever got it wrong. You should have seen the way that she came on to me the first time we met... flirting with her eyes, rubbing against me, touching me with her soft hands...

Sure, I guess I did rape her, practically... She had me so worked up I was ready to rape a horse"

"I simply can't believe that my Susan seduced you. I never suspected that she had lesbian tendencies."

"Well, you had better wake up and smell the coffee, Jamie-girl...didn't you also overhear where she is off to, right now? She has a hot date with that beautiful boss of hers."

"Yes, I heard. Susan and Pamela. I'm really amazed."

"Oh yes! Susan has been vamping for Pamela for some time now... Today, she finally got through to her, evidently... They must have had one great session in Pamela's office today, and now they're planning a repeat performance."

"Why is it that the husband is always the last to know?" Jim blushed at the triteness of his question... "And just where does all of this leave me?"

"Sue and I decided that since you have proved to be so unsuccessful at finding a job that was, as you described it, 'right for you', we would turn you into a lady's maid and housekeeper. After all, with her latest promotion and pay raise, and with the bright future that's in store for her, Susan will be more than capable of supporting both of you."

"A lady's maid? Do you mean that I'll have to dress like this all the time?" Jim tried to make his tone that of a shocked and reluctant nature, but he failed miserably.

"What you really meant to ask was, 'Then, will I be able to keep on dressing like this all the time?', didn't you? Yes, you'll spend the rest of your days as a female... You'll love wearing silky lace panties and soft, frilly garments - mostly maid's uniforms of one style or another."

"But what about my friends, my buddies? The guys that I used to bowl and play cards with?"

"You'll simply have to give them up... Sue tells me that you haven't maintained very close contact with any of them ever since you got laid off anyway."

"What if they try to contact me?" "We have that all thought out, also... if any of them do phone, Susan, or yourself imitating her voice, will simply tell them that you are out of town seeking job opportunities... you will purposely neglect to return their calls. We're sure that they'll soon forget you.

"It sounds to me like you two girls have all of this pretty well worked out."

"That's right. We discussed the plan in great detail during several of our hot lesbian sex sessions in my bed. How does it sound to you?"

"Gee, I don't know... it's an entirely new lifestyle, a new life, really."

"You can say that again... and you know that you're just going to love it."

"Mmmm. Will I get to have my own lingerie wardrobe?" "But of course! All sorts of silky and filmy panties and bras of satin and nylon. Sue promised to spin a web of silk for you, right

here in the apartment, so that you'll never want to escape from it."

"Tell me... how long has this affair between you and my wife been going on?"

"A couple of weeks now... we happened to meet down in the laundry room one Saturday morning... although I must admit that I'd had my eye on darling Susan for some time previously... I first spotted her in the elevator one day and I lusted for her immediately."

"So! You admit it... You really are a lesbian!!" "Oh, not entirely. I do like to swing both ways... I see nothing wrong in enjoying a bit of cock once in a while... But yes, I do prefer

the sweet tenderness of woman-to-woman love. As for Susan, she has more than dabbled in the Sapphic Arts, too... Didn't she ever tell you about her college days?"

"No! I never suspected... My God! I never even pictured her with another woman."

"Oh, she's very talented. We both love to eat each other's cunts...Sue has an extremely educated tongue."

"Wow! I'm still reeling at the revelation... And tell me some more about your bizarre plot to get me to dress up as a girl."

"Oh that! Well, I was the one who first suggested it. I managed to feminize my own husband quite some time ago. Like you, he was getting sloppy and lazy, so I decided to reshape him, to change his whole personality, to make him neat and pretty, just like a girl."

"Does he go out in public, you know, dressed like a girl?"

"Oh Lord no! My Al is a big brute of fellow. He would look positively ludicrous if he was to appear on the streets dressed in women's clothes... But he truly loves his frillies.. He has absolutely no objection to playing the role of Alice for me in the privacy of our apartment... He gets his jollies parading about in his silky lingerie."

"Did you make him remove all the hair from his legs, too?"

"Yes, I did. It wasn't very difficult to talk him into it. He enjoys posing in front of the full-length mirror with sheer nylons and lacy undies... of course, he had to give up his membership in his athletic club... He figured that he'd have a tough time trying to explain to the boys in the locker room why his legs were all pink and shiny... and why he was wearing satin panties."

"He wears panties when he goes out?" Jim was flabbergasted. "Certainly! He's really hooked on them... We've thrown away all of his masculine underwear."

"Isn't that interesting," Jim mused... "You told me that he travels a lot on business trips... Do any of his business associates know about his, er, ah, affection?"

"Well, I know that at least one ,, of them is aware of it... there's this real swishy junior partner of the firm who found out about my husband's fetish for panties... it seems that he burst in on Al one day in the men's room of the office where they work... the latch on the door of the toilet booth didn't catch right and Freddie never realized that the booth was occupied... There was Al, sitting on the throne, with his pink satin panties down around his knees."

"Oh! That must have been terribly embarrassing for your poor husband."

"I guess that it could have been, if it was anyone else but Freddie who walked in on him. But Freddie is quite gay, you know... He didn't kid Al about his silk panties at all... In fact, he's taken quite an interest in Al and has helped to further his career."

"Oh, oh! Sounds to me like there might be something going on between the two of them."

"I wouldn't doubt it... They both usually pair off together on those business trips... Lord only knows what goes on in the hotel room... And I suspect that Al and Freddie have been visiting some of the gay bars here, judging from the match books that I've found in Al's pockets." .

"And you don't mind any of this... your husband consorting with homosexuals?" Jim sounded flabbergasted.

"No. Why should I? After all, I've been bisexual for some time now, so why not let him have a fling at it, too? I happen to be very pleased with my remolding of my husband... He is so much neater and more fastidious in his appearance now than he used to be... He doesn't leave messes around the apartment anymore. In fact, he seems to enjoy performing various household duties."

"I find that I get a certain amount of satisfaction myself in putting this place in order." Jim admitted.

"There! You see! I knew it! I told Susan that you'd love playing the role of a housemaid."

"But how could you have surmised that? We never even met until today."

"Oh, I've seen you about the apartment complex on several occasions. I had a pretty good idea of your personality... And then there were all those things that Susan told me about you."

"Like what?"

"Well, the way you always seemed to go ga-ga at the sight of her lingerie... How easily she talked you into making the beds and preparing the meals."

"I do like to cook."

"Yes. And you did a marvelous job on this dinner, Jamie. Now, I'm going to relax with a cigarette in the living room... You may wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen and I'll let you join me later."

Left alone in the kitchen, Jim pondered his fate as he cleared the table. As much as he enjoyed being dressed as a girl, he thought that it was going to take some effort on his part getting used to being bossed by females.

He had been reared to believe that males were far superior to women, and this new mental attitude was a bit difficult to accept. Strangely, however, he was finding it to be quite pleasant, letting others make the decisions for him, even though the 'others' were females... And it was indeed a comfortable change and a relief not having to maintain a 'macho male' air all the time...

Yes, it was going to be nice, he thought, to be able to shrug off the responsibility of continuing to seek employment. Now he could relax and let Susan support him just the way that most husbands did for their wives. It was going to be really great being a 'house-husband', staying at home each day to keep the place in perfect order, to prepare the meals, to make himself fresh and pretty for his bread-winning wife each afternoon in anticipation of her return from work.

As he moved about the kitchen, he thrilled to the touch of the hem of his short velvet skirt as it brushed against the sensitive flesh of his upper thighs... Gosh, being without hair, it really felt great! He vowed to himself that he'd never let hair grow on his legs again... They really looked nice, so sleek and shiny, in his sheer nylon hosiery.

And he simply loved the way that his 'jewels' were tucked away so neatly and snugly beneath the taut fabric of his satin panties. They felt sinfully delicious as they slithered against him. He reached down to fondle himself gently and he actually shivered with the thrills that coursed through his body.

That Wendy was so cute and pretty, it was hard to understand how she had managed to gain such complete control of him... and her husband as well... From what she had told him, Jim surmised that the man was even bigger and brawnier than Wendy had described.

It was amazing what powers a diminutive young woman like Wendy could wield over supposedly superior males. He guessed that the trick of discovering their particular 'hot button', in this case, their strong fetish for silky lingerie!

Jim tried to picture what Wendy's husband, Al, or Alice, as she had referred to him, looked like in his silkies... It was, somehow. reassuring to know that there was someone right here in the same apartment building who shared Jim's love of women's undergarments.

To think that Al actually wore his beloved silk panties every day as he went out into the business world. How daring! Why, any number of untoward incidents could befall him that might result in his embarrassment...

What if he happened to be in a men's clothing store, for instance, in one of those little dressing rooms, trying on a new pair of slacks... Those cubicles never had a latch on the door, and some of

them had nothing more than a curtain to insure privacy.

How devastating it could be to have a complete stranger barge into the changing room, just as he was in the act of stepping into a pair of trousers, his gleaming satin panties would be quite visible to the intruder's gaze. Or what if a fellow got involved in a serious accident? God forbid! Suppose that he was carted off to a hospital emergency room where a pretty nurse performed the necessary task of undressing him for the doctor's examination... What would she say or think about the disclosure of his delicate undies... should she tell? Would she cluck her tongue admonishingly? Or would she be delighted to discover a panty-clad male and possibly make some bold advances toward him?

And what about Al's actual experience? To be ensconced in the

supposed privacy of a toilet booth and have a business associate open the door by mistake! How lucky for Al that he was discovered by the one person in his organization who would wish to cause him no embarrassment.

What was his name Freddie? Jim wondered what it would be like to have relations with a homosexual... he knew that if he continued to become actively involved in cross-dressing, it was inevitable that he, like Al, might eventually be accosted by a male.

It was certainly a distinct possibility, Jim admitted to himself as he paused in front of the mirror in the hall on his way to join Wendy. He was pretty enough right now to ignite a spark of interest in any red-blooded male.

Jim patted an errant curl of his lovely wig back into place and smiled at his reflection... Yes, he had to admit, without any false modesty, that he did indeed look like an extremely pretty girl. Well, his eyebrows were a little too thick, but they could easily be plucked and shaped into graceful, thin arches.

And perhaps a gauzy, chiffon kerchief tied delicately about his neck would properly hide his adam's apple... He had read somewhere that girls' did not normally manifest themselves the way that men's did.

"All right, lover girl," Jim heard Wendy as she came up behind him. "If you can tear yourself away from that mirror long enough, my drink could use a freshening."

"Oh Wendy! I just can't get over how pretty you've made me." "Mmmm! I'm quite proud of the results myself... Of course, you did have a lot going for you to begin with... You're small in stature, not very muscular, you have exceedingly handsome features - almost girlish, even without any makeup... Yes it is amazing how much you look like a beautiful girl... I'll bet that you could fool most men."

"That's just what I was thinking."

"You almost sound like you'd like to!"

"Oh, I think that it might be fun... to see if I could pass as a girl... But I wouldn't deliberately try to lead any man on... I mean, I can't picture myself getting involved in homosexuality." Jim was

blushing as he stammered his denial. "Hmmm... That's what my Al thought. But I have a feeling that Freddie didn't have to work very hard to convince him otherwise... Just you wait until you have some handsome man fondling you through your silky panties... I'm sure that you'll succumb readily."

"Gosh! I don't know..."

"Well, you'll see. And just wait until you get a look at my Al in his silk and lace lingerie... I think you'll soon change your mind."

"Does he really look good in lingerie?"

"Oh, he's simply scrumptious... I could just eat him up... as I sometimes do." Wendy giggled, then continued. "And I think that Al would really go ga-ga over you too, Jamie... In fact, we'll have to make it a point for the two of you to meet when he gets back home this weekend."

"I think that I'd really like to meet him. I was just thinking about how nice it is that I'm not the only guy in the apartment building who has a fetish for lingerie."

"There's no reason for you to feel lonely in any event... you'd be surprised at how many transvestites there are in this world."

"Do you really believe that transvestism is world-wide?"

"Are you kidding? It's been going on for ages, even back to biblical times... Look at the orientals - they have always had a penchant for dressing in silks and satins. And how about the French? They introduced satin pants for men... Then there's the English... they are famous for their transvestism, and infantilism as well."

"Infantilism?"

"That's when an adult, usually a male, isn't content with just wearing panties... No, they have to be rubber panties, with a diaper underneath... They take great delight in wetting themselves

purposely... And they even relish being punished for their naughtiness by a stern nanny."

"Gosh! You certainly seem to be very well-informed about the bizarre practices."

"Sure I am. Fetishism is a favorite subject of mine. I've read oodles of material about it. And don't forget, I had first-hand experience with my kid brother, Petey, long before I married Al."

"Did you make your brother into a transvestite?"

"Well yes, I must admit that I had a lot to do with getting him hooked on panties... As I recall, he was only about 12 or 13 at the time, when I noticed him taking an undue interest in my undies... You know, things like looking up my skirts whenever he had the chance, disturbing the panties that I had hanging up to dry in the bathroom... things like that."

"I'm sure that he even rummaged about in my dresser drawers, just to fondle my silky panties... I could never catch him at it, though..."

"I guess that it's pretty normal for a young boy. I used to play around with my mother's panties when I was that age."

"Uh-huh... Well, it kind of ticked me off that I could never catch Petey in the act, so I decided to set a trap for him."

"How?" Jim was very interested in her revelations. "One time when our parents were gone for the weekend, I was left in charge of the house... I was a couple of years older than Petey... Anyway, this Friday night, I asked him to do me a favor and fetch a pack of cigarettes from my bedroom..."

"Of course, there weren't any there. I had previously prepared the scene by leaving the lingerie drawer in my bureau half-open so that my shimmering undies were in full view."

"When he returned to tell me that he couldn't find any cigarettes, I told him that I would have to go out to buy some... The nearest store was about six blocks away, so he must have figured that I'd be gone for a long while."

"Well, I was no sooner out of the house, I guess, when he made a mad dash for my room and my undies drawer."

"How did you know that?"

"Because I never left the front yard... I waited only a minute or so, then quietly came back into the house. I tip-toed upstairs and peeked into my room... There he was, kneeling on the floor in front of my dresser... He was holding one pair of my panties up to his face, massaging his cheek with them, and in his other hand, he held still another pair of satin panties. He was pressing them against his crotch and rubbing himself furiously."

"Did you yell at him?"

"No, not then... I sneaked downstairs again and got dad's Polaroid camera with its flash attachment... Then I returned to the open door and got him into perfect focus... the poor kid, he was so enraptured with my silk panties he never even sensed my presence... until I snapped his picture."

"Wow! He must have been really shocked."

"Was he ever! So much so that he didn't even think about getting rid of the panties... he just knelt there, looking at me with an open-mouthed dumb-founded expression on his face... I just had to snap off another picture."

"The snapshots were hardly out of the camera when I quickly slipped them into my bodice... he got up then and lunged at me, trying to wrestle them away from me. But he couldn't, of course... The dialogue went something like this:

"Oh no you don't, Sissy!" I thrust him away from me as I laughed in his face... I was still stronger than him. "You don't get these pictures until you do everything that I tell you for the entire weekend... Otherwise, I'll show them to your friends at school and even Mom and Dad."

"Wendy! You wouldn't! Come on, Sis... I'm sorry about disturbing your underwear... Give me those pictures and I'll do whatever you say."

"You'll get them after I am satisfied with your performance... Now, for starters, I want you to get completely undressed."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not. How else am I going to see what you look like when you put on a pair of my panties."

"Your panties? You mean, you actually want me to wear them?" "Yes! Perhaps not as much as you want to, but I do think that it would be a lark to see you in frilly lace panties."

"Gosh, Sis. I don't know... I never..."

"You never what? Are you trying to tell me that you have never put on a pair of silk panties? Don't try to kid me, Petey. I'm well aware that you've been playing around with my panties... and Mom's too, for some time now... I'll bet that you've even worn them to bed at night."

"How could you know that?"

"I've detected some tiny cum stains on my panties! That's how I know! And I've even inspected some of the panties that Mom usually keeps at the bottom of her dresser-drawer... They have pecker tracks on them too."

"Gee, Sis... You won't tell Mom, will you? She might speak to Dad and I'd get the dickens beat out of me."

"I think that I have already promised you that this could be our own little secret, provided that you follow my orders. What are you stalling for? Get your clothes off!"

"Okay, okay." Petey backed off and proceeded to strip. While he was undressing, Wendy retrieved the two pairs of panties that he had dropped on the carpet. She took them out and held them up for her inspection.

"I must commend you on your taste in lingerie, Petey baby... These are my favorite panties."

"They sure are sleek and shiny," the boy acknowledged... "And they feel so nice against my skin."

"I know what you mean. I can see how much they really turned you on." she pointed a finger at Petey's rigid penis, which stood out stiffly erect after he had shucked off his jeans and undershorts, his last vestige of clothing.

"Oh!" He tried to cover himself modestly with his hands as he crouched a little, but the effect was more like the pose of 'September Morn'.

"Gosh, Petey! You look almost like a girl even without feminine undies... your skin is so pink and creamy, so unblemished... You have hardly any body hair."

"Thanks, I guess," Petey was confused. Obviously, he should have been quite miffed at being told that he looked like a girl... but his sister was evidently going to insist that he step into her panties...he guessed that a guy couldn't get anymore girlish than that."

Timidly, he reached out for the shimmering garment that his sister was offering to him... Modestly, he turned from her before bending down to hold the panties in front of him to put one foot, then the other, into the leg holes.

"My! Aren't you the shy one, though?" Wendy remarked, giggling. "Go ahead, Sissy, pull them up around your hips... Mmmm! You seem to be well practiced at smoothing them around your ass cheeks... Turn around now and let me see how you look."

The bemused boy turned to obey his sister's command, posing demurely in the pale blue panties.... once again, there was a blinding flash and the whirring sound of the instant camera mechanism. "Oh gosh Sis! Not another picture!"

"Relax, sweetie. This one is for you... I think that it's only right for you to have a memento of the first time that you were forced into panties... You look so sweet... Come and look.... The picture is just starting to develop."

Petey moved over to his sister's side and watched in fascination as the photo developed into sharp detail. Yes, he had to agree that he did look quite feminine, despite the tell-tale bulge that tented out from the front panel of the delicate silken garment.

"If you're going to be transformed into a girl, Petey," his sister reached down to grasp his maleness through the soft and silky fabric, "We'll have to do something about getting rid of the outline of this stiff pecker of yours... I know! Sit yourself down on the edge of my bed over there, and pull your pretty panties down around your knees."

She crossed to her dresser and delved into the drawers for a few moments... Apparently, she found what she sought, as she uttered a soft cry of discovery.

"Here we are!" She lifted out a pair of nylon panties that had evidently seen better days... "Here! Take these and wrap them around your dickie... then I want to see you jerk off."

"Aw, c'mon, Sis... You can't be serious."

"What's the matter? Still playing the shy maiden? Here, if you're so bashful, I'll do it for you." She sat alongside of him and captured his penis in the soft folds of pink nylon. Deliberately and slowly, she began to slide her cupped fingers up and down his stiffness.

"How does it feel?"

"Oh! Oh, it's great!"

"Isn't this what you do to yourself in bed at night?"

"How did you know?"

"Hey kid! Didn't you realize what a smart bitch you have for a sister? I know all about how young boys whack off... and girls too."

"You do it too?"

"Of course, silly! I'll teach you all about it before the weekend is over... of course, when we girls do it, we don't make a big sticky mess like boys do."

"Oh Wendy!! I think that I'm going to cum! Oh, look out! Hold the panties over the tip of my dick! I'm really going to shoot!"

"Are you now?" Wendy reached up with her free hand and grasped her brother behind his neck, then forced his head down to his waist. Just as he began to ejaculate, she aimed his spouting cock right into his face... Great globs of thick, creamy cum splashed up onto his face,

into his eyes and nose, onto his cheeks, and yes, as he screamed in indignation, even into his mouth!

"Oh! Oh, shit, Wendy!" Petey gasped and spat. "What did you do that for?"

"Just because I felt like it," she smiled menacingly at him as she released her hold and let him straighten up. "That's what my boy-friend did to me the other night, and I just thought I'd like to

give you a taste of it too."

"You let him shoot all over your face?"

"Well, it wasn't a case of letting him... Actually, I was in the act of sucking him off when I decided that I didn't want him to cum in my mouth... Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get out of the way fast enough, and he shot his load of cum all over my face."

"Wow!"

"You shouldn't be too upset, Petey... I understand that cum is supposed to be good for the complexion." Wendy put her hand to his face and began to massage the sticky cum all over his cheeks and brow... She even succeeded in scooping a little more into his gaping mouth.

"What's the matter? Don't you like the taste? I heard that all Sissy-boys eventually wind up sucking cocks... You might as well get used to it."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, I haven't told all of the details of my plan yet... I'm going to dress you completely as a girl... I'm sure that I can make you look prettier than most girls at school. Then, I'm going to arrange for some double dates for us... My boyfriend Al has a friend that would be just right for you."

"Oh yeah? What does she look like?"

"Not 'she', sweetie. He!"

"Huh? Not me! I ain't going out with no boy!"

"Oh yes you are! You're going to do a lot of things that you never even dreamed about... the first one is that you're never going to argue with me again... You've been getting awfully sassy and snippy with me lately, and I'm not going to put up with it anymore."

"What if I say no to your plans?"

"Don't forget the pictures, twerp," Wendy patted her bodice. "How would you like me to show these around school? You'd never be able to live down the embarrassment."

Petey knew that he was defeated. He would have to do his sister's bidding. He looked down sorrowfully into his lap at the pink panties that were still bunched about his flaccid penis.

"Gee, I kind of made a mess in your panties, Sis."

"Oh, I don't care... They're old panties anyway. Besides, they're not mine anymore... they're yours!"

"Mine?"

"That's right. I have a lot of old panties that I can let you have... or better yet, I'll sell them to you. I know that you have a lot of money saved from your allowance and your paper route."

"How much do you want for them?"

"Ah, I think a dollar a pair is a fair price... Then I can use the money towards the purchase of new and even prettier panties, which will eventually become yours also... how does that sound to you?"

"Okay, I guess."

"I know that you're going to love having your own panties... You'll be able to wear them every day... In fact, I'm going to insist that you do... I'm going to subject you to a panty-check each day before you leave the house."

"But I can't... not to school... I have to change to other clothes for my gym class... all of the guys in the locker room will see me."

"Oh, I'm sure that you'll be able to work that out... you can get changed in one of the toilet booths if you have to... or you can manage somehow to slip your panties off at the same time that you pull down your trousers... Don't argue with me! You know that you'll just love wearing your panties all the time."

"What am I supposed to do with these?" Petey touched the cum-soaked panties in his lap.

"Why, you'll have to launder them, of course... come on, wipe yourself dry and pull up my satin panties. Then come along with me and I'll show you how to rinse out soiled undies."

Petey did as he was told and followed his sister to the bathroom, where she gave him explicit instructions on the proper method of washing and rinsing panties.

"Now squeeze them as dry as you can... Careful now... gently. Don't wring them out! That's it! Now drape them over the towel bar and they'll be perfectly dry by morning... How does it feel to have your very own panties hanging to dry in the bathroom?"

"l liked washing them out... They look so sleek and shiny when they're all wet."

"Umm. You did a nice job. I think that I'll let you launder all of my delicate lingerie from now on."

"Aw, come on, Sis. What are you planning to do? Make a maid out of me?"

"You're beginning to get the idea, Petey. There are lots of little intimate chores that I have in mind for you. Yes, you'll make a very pretty hand maiden... now, wash that cum off your face and let's, get back to my bedroom. I want you to see how nice you're going to look as a girl."

"And that was how I got little Petey started on the road to transvestism," Wendy concluded with a laugh. "But hell, it didn't take any real effort on my part... The kid was already hooked on panties. He probably would have developed into a full-fledged TV even without my help."

"But you did dress him completely as a girl?" Jamie asked. "How did he look? Was he pretty?"

"Oh, was he ever! He still is! He has soft, almost feminine features to begin with, so it was easy to make him look like a real girl. He still fools people even today."

"You mean he still practices cross-dressing?"

"Sure. He's living in Greenwich Village in New York City, and the last I heard, he's got a live-in boyfriend."

"He's a homosexual, then?"

"Oh, yes. I suppose that I should take responsibility for that too... I was the one who first insisted that he should date boys."

"Don't you feel a little guilty about that?"

"No! Why should I? He seemed to enjoy it all very much."

"It's hard for me to imagine how he could pass himself off as a girl."

"You wouldn't think so if you could see him. I've got some snapshots of him in my apartment. Remind me to show them to you sometime. He looks so sweet with his mass of blond curls. He's had them ever since I gave him his first home permanent."

"Was that on that same weekend when you trapped him into feminism?"

"Hey, Jamie! I'm not sure that I like your use of the word 'trapped'... I'd rather believe that I just helped him along the road that he eventually would have traveled anyway."

"But, to answer your question, yes, I gave him his curly hair that very night... although I must admit to a bit of a goof when I did it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, at first, after I had him dressed, I tried to comb his locks to conform to a feminine hairstyle, but they just couldn't be controlled. That's when I decided to give him the home perm. Of course, I diluted the strength of the setting solution a bit because I figured that it should last only for the weekend."

"But somehow, the solution was a lot stronger than I thought, or else his hair was more susceptible to it than it should have been...His long, blond tresses turned into darling curls and on Sunday afternoon, before the folks returned, we tried unsuccessfully to return it to its normal state."

"The curls stayed in?"

"I'll say! I don't think that I could have gotten them out with a flatiron!"

"What did your parents say when they got home?"

"Oh, Mom thought that Petey looked great... she even commented on how much he looked like my sister, even though he was back in his masculine outer wear by then."

"But I'll bet he still had on his silk undies."

"Oh yes! That was part of our bargain, remember! But of course, he didn't object at all... He really loved wearing those silky panties."

"As I do..." Jim reached under his skirt once more to caress his girliness.

"Uh-huh. I'm fully aware of how the 'touch of silk' effects a male's genitals. Just the mere sight of dainty lingerie is enough to turn a guy on... And then, to have that soft, silky material rubbing against your super-sensitive prick.... well, it's a mystery to me why all males aren't wearing silk undies!"

"I know!" Jim agreed. "I'll never wear anything else, from now on."

"That's right. But as payment for being allowed to wear your intimate attire, Susan and I are going to insist that you play the role of housemaid to the hilt!"

"That's okay with me. I won't mind it at all... I like the idea of staying home to take care or the housework. It will take a big load off of my shoulders not to have to worry about finding and holding a job in the outside world."

"There will be a lot more to it than that, Jamie-girl! You will be expected to wait on Susan and her lady-friends, hand and foot, in your frilly maid's dress."

"Lady-friends? Like you, right?"

"Uh-huh. And then there's that boss of hers, Pamela... Sue has apparently managed to break through her cool exterior... They are having dinner tonight and then they'll be going back to Pamela's apartment. Somehow I have a feeling that it's going to be an all-night session."

And that is actually what was developing in a fashionable restaurant not far away... Susan and Pamela were sitting side-by-side in a plush cushioned booth. To a casual observer, they were two very lovely women enjoying a cheerful conversation, even toasting each other with their drinks in opposite hands. But if one took more careful notice of them, it could possibly be detected that each of them had their one free hand in deliberate motion down beneath the low-hanging tablecloth.

"Ooo! Sue, darling! You really did put on crotchless panties, just as you promised, didn't you?"

"Yes! But my God, Pamela! You're not wearing any panties at all!"

"Mmmm! I took them off just before I went into that board meeting... I put them into my purse. Can't you just imagine how all of those male pigs would have reacted if they knew that I was sitting in their midst without any undies on?"

"They would have gone absolutely wild, I suppose... just as I'm about to do!"

"Calm yourself, darling... just keep your expert fingers busy...Mmmm! I love what you're doing... can you feel how stiff and erect my clit is?"

"Oh yes! Mine too! Oh, Pamela, how are we ever going to manage to eat dinner with each of us sitting here with one hand buried in the other's crotch?"

"I'm not sure about you, sweetness - but I, for one, am not too hungry... for food, that is! What do you think about foregoing dinner... We could go to my apartment and attend to more important matters... I can always whip up something for us to eat afterwards."

"Oh Pam! That's a wonderful idea! Call the waiter... Let's pay for these drinks and get out of here!"

Other guests and the restaurant employees were somewhat amused to see the two beauties as they moved toward the door, each sucking on their fingers as if they were savoring the last traces of a delicious meal.

***

Meanwhile, back at the apartment complex, Wendy had prevailed upon Jamie to accompany her to her place on the twelfth floor. Jamie was more than a little queasy about venturing outside of his own apartment dressed as he was in saucy, feminine attire. But he was anxious to see the photographs of Wendy's other conquests to feminism: her husband and her brother.

"You go into the kitchen and mix up another batch of martinis, Jamie," she instructed him after she had let him into her apartment.

"You can find the fixin's in the cabinet over the refrigerator... I'll hunt up those pictures."

Minutes later, they were curled up together on the living room couch shuffling through a collection of Polaroid shots of her two feminized males.

"Oh, you were so right, Wendy!" Jamie gasped... "Your brother looks so much more like a girl than most real ones I've seen..."

"Isn't he a doll? He never grew any taller than five-feet-six and he has managed to keep a slim, girlish figure... I really believe that he was born to be a girl... it was just some quirk of nature that fashioned him with male genitals... he's considering having an operation to change all that, but he can't quite afford the medical costs as yet."

"Really? He'd actually prefer to be a girl in every way?"

"Oh yes! He'll make a darling one, too. He's only twenty-one, you know. He'll make some lucky man a wonderful wife."

"Mmmm. I'll bet that he will! And this must be your husband, Al."

Jamie picked up the other batch of pictures. "Oh my! He does have exquisite lingerie!"

"Doesn't he though? Nothing but the best for my Alice. We send away to all of the better lingerie suppliers and even pay extra to have them specially made."

"He sure is a big guy, isn't he?"

"Yes. He really envies Petey, with his small stature. Alice would give anything to have a lovely figure... then he would be able to dress completely and go out in public as a woman. Just wait until he meets you. He'll really salivate!"

And then, amazingly, almost as if on cue, they heard the sound of a key being inserted in the door of the apartment. There was the snick of latch tumblers turning, and they looked up to see a man enter the living room.

He was a large, burly man, and Jim easily recognized him as Wendy's husband. His attire was somewhat different from what Jim had seen in the photographs, however... He looked very distinguished and masculine in his charcoal-gray business suit.

"Al!" Wendy exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing home? It's only the middle of the week."

"Hello, Wendy." He set his briefcase down an a chair and crossed the room... "Our customer's chief accountant suffered a serious heart attack and it was decided to break up the meeting and reschedule it to another time... so I hopped the first available plane back home...Sorry to surprise you like this. I tried to call ahead but I couldn't get an answer... who's your pretty friend?"

"Al, this is Jamie... Jamie, my husband Al."

"How do you do?" Jamie smiled bashfully. He wasn't sure if his true gender was immediately discernible to the man.

"Hello, Jamie... Oh-oh! What's this? Wendy, have you been showing her my private pictures?"

"Yes, dear... Jamie was just saying the nicest things about your wardrobe of lingerie. Why don't you go and change into something more comfortable, as we ladies like to say... I'm sure that Jamie would love to have you model something pretty for him."

"Aw, come on, Wendy. I hardly know the lady... Huh? Did you say 'him'?"

"That's right, darling. Isn't it great that we have another TV in the building?"

"Oh, you bet! You look fantastic, Jamie. How long have you been dressing?"

"This is my first day," Jamie blushed. "Your lovely wife really did a job on me this afternoon... I hope that you don't mind."

"Mind? Why should I mind? I think that it's just great having another TV as a neighbor. My wife seems to have a passion for turning males into panty-lovers, doesn't she?"

"Well, I must admit that I had a bit of a head start with Jamie, here, Alice," Wendy commented. "You see, he was already wearing lace panties when I first met him."

"That's right," Jim owned up. "But I never dreamed that I would wind up completely dressed like this... your wife is a very persuasive woman, Al."

"Isn't she though? But I don't mind it at all. In fact, I find that it is quite exciting to be ordered about by a woman, don't you?"

"Yes, I know what you mean... She turned me into her personal maid without any difficulty at all."

"She really did a fantastic job, too, Jamie. You look terrific in that outfit."

"Thank you, Al. Are you going to show me what Alice looks like in some of these exquisite creations that I've seen in these photographs?"

"Oh, I'd be happy to. Just give me a minute to freshen up... Are those martinis? I'd love to have one, Wendy. May I?"

"Certainly, dear. Make it a double if you'd like... you need something to help you unwind after your trip... And you have a little catching up to do... isn't that right, Jamie?"

She put her hand on Jim's sleek thigh and deliberately slid it up under his brief velvet skirt.

"Oooooo!" Jim jumped at her intimate touch. He looked up at Al to see what his reaction might be... God help him if this big guy was the jealous type... but surprisingly, he found that there was a benign smile on the fellow's face. "She's quite a tease, isn't she, Jamie."

The man reached for the pitcher of martinis and a glass. He poured himself a healthy drink, on the rocks, then took a dainty sip. "She drives me wild sometimes with her talented fingers."

Jim glanced down in the same direction as Al's gaze and noticed that Wendy had succeeded in rucking his skirt up high enough to disclose his dainty panties almost completely. His semi-hard penis was easily discernible as it bulged beneath his satin panties.

"Oooo, I see that you're wearing your panties outside of your pantyhose," Al exclaimed... "Don't you just love it that way? The way that they slither against your nice tight crotch and your buttocks?"

"Yes. It does feel fantastic. Ohhh!" Jamie moaned and twisted about in response to Wendy's teasing fingers as she played tantalizingly along the length of his hardened member.

"Isn't she awful!" Al giggled. "Please, Wendy, don't tantalize the poor darling so... you'll have him cumming in his panties soon, and that would be such a waste."

"You're just jealous, Alice," his wife replied. "I'll bet that you'd love to be the one playing with Jamie's nice, hard prick, wouldn't you?

Well, that's alright. Here! Feel it. Feel how hot and hard it is."

Al reached over and replaced his wife's hand with his own. He smiled into Jamie's eyes as he fondled him, intimately. "Have you ever had another fellow play with your dickie, Jamie?"

"No! The thought never even entered my mind."

"Does it bother you now, that I am doing this?"

"No... I guess not... You have such a nice soft touch... just like a woman's."

"Why thank you, dear. That's about the nicest thing that you could say to me... Ah, I think that you and I are going to get along splendidly."

"Oh Alice! Please! As much as I love what you are doing, I think that you had better stop... I'm not going to be able to withstand much more of your delightful caressing..."

"All right," Al laughed and imparted a final pat to Jamie's bulge. He took his hand away, but left the velvet skirt still displaced. Jamie moved to cover himself modestly.

"Oh, you are a delight! You're acting just like a demure little girl... Well, I am anxious to change into some pretty frillies of my own... would you like to come along and help me pick out something nice?"

"Yes, I'd love to see your wardrobe."

Minutes later, the two feminized men were standing side by side in the bedroom surveying the vast collection of lingerie that spilled out of the closets and drawers. Jim had never seen such an array, anywhere, outside of a department store.

"How did you ever amass such a large collection of lovely things, Alice?" Jim inquired. "Oh, I don't know. It just seemed to grow like crazy. I'm lucky enough to earn a fairly large salary, and I just love shopping in lingerie stores... Wendy indulges me a lot, too... and then I have this special friend who also likes to buy things for me."

Al had already divested himself of his outer wear and he looked a bit bizarre standing there in his executive socks and his exquisite pale blue satin panties.

Wendy had followed them in from the living room and was standing at the door with an amused expression on her face.

"I don't think that I've ever seen those particular panties that you're wearing now, Alice. Are they new?"

"Yes. Freddie bought them for me when we were window shopping in Chicago the other day. Aren't they lovely? He simply wouldn't let me refuse..."

"And I'll bet that the two of you had to rush right back to the hotel room, so you could model them for him, right?"

"How did you ever guess," Alice smiled, blushing.

"See! Might I tell you that my darling husband had an affair going with his swishy vice-president," Wendy spoke to Jamie. "And I'll bet that he has designs on you, too. Better watch out."

"Oh Wendy," Alice pouted. "You certainly have a knack for pointing out the obvious... I'm pretty sure that Jamie already realizes that I've got a severe case of the 'hots' for him."

He moved closer to Jim and snaked one arm around his waist. With his free hand, he captured Jim's fingers in his own and brought them down to the front panel of his silky-soft panties.

"I know how you love the touch of soft, lovely fabrics, Jamie. How do they feel to you?"

"Very nice..." Jim let his gentle fingers wander over the silken expanse, sliding them down to the cup and fond ling the hardening member of his new-found acquaintance.

"Why don't the two of you settle down on the bed, where you'll be more comfortable?" Wendy suggested.

Jim looked over at her with an expression of puzzlement... He could not understand how a woman could stand there and condone such goings-on between her husband and another male.

"Oh, don't mind me," Wendy correctly read Jim's mind. "I'm going to enjoy watching all of this... In fact, I just may decide to join in."

TO BE CONTINUED