Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2011 17:48:08 +0000 (GMT)
From: Just Peekin <justpeekin@ymail.com>
Subject: The Invitation, part 1

This is a story about cross dressing and the changes in a relationship
between a young man and woman at college.  Bits are autobiographical, but
not as much of it as I would like!  If this is illegal where you live,
don't read it.  If this sort of thing offends you, don't read it.  Please
let me know if you like it, and where the story might go.

Story codes MF, CD, Feminisation

The envelope was waiting on the mat when Jack and Sally got home from college to
the small house they shared in North London.  Sally scooped it and what was
obviously yet another bill up from the floor and plonked them down on the table
in the hall as she shrugged off her coat.  The young pair were second year
Biology students at a major London college and were very much enjoying the new
freedom that living out could offer.

Sally was a slim girl - a British size 8 with a firm 30-22-32 body and small A
cup breasts.  She had light blue eyes and a pretty face which was framed to
perfection by short blonde hair cut in a bob to give almost a pixie effect
overall.  Her boyfriend of four blissful months - Jack - loved her to
distraction, as she loved him.  He was a little under six feet and almost skinny
- only ten and a half stone stark naked - with a trim flat stomach.  A light
dusting of hair covered his legs and arms.

Jack and Sally had got together at a party thrown by a mutual friend a few
months previously.  Both almost painfully shy, they had texted and e-mailed and
eventually gone for coffee.  It was only after another party at Jack's former
flat where there was nowhere for Sally to sleep other than Jack's room that they
had managed to get it together properly and they hadn't looked back since.
Their lovemaking had gone from tentative first steps to a fiercely passionate
level which had surprised each of them, and they were all over each other
several times a day.  Typically they would have sex first thing in the morning,
putting Jack's rock hard morning glory to good use.  During the day at college
they would often sneak into the toilet or a changing room or storeroom for a
fast, passionate, exciting and risky quickie, each enjoying the thrill of the
chance of being caught.  To make things easier Sally had eschewed the usual
student uniform of jeans and a sweatshirt for skirts and replaced tights with
stockings.  That very day they had enjoyed leisurely early morning love making
session as the sun rose and then had dared a quick and furious fuck in the
storeroom where the chemicals for their lab at college were kept.  Sally could
still feel the wetness of Jack's cum which had soaked into the crotch of her
pale blue cotton knickers and she smiled secretly to herself at the memory and
at the sensation of the damp cotton against her still wet pussy.

"What's that?" Jack asked as his beautiful girlfriend picked up the envelope and
ripped it open.

"Oh cool - it's a party invite from Lucy and Mark," she replied, with the
delight plainly written all over her face.  "Seems they are having a bash to
celebrate Lucy's 20th next weekend.  Oh God - it's a vicars and tarts party!"

"A what?"

"Vicars and tarts.  It means that I have to go dressed as a man and you, my
handsome boyfriend, have to dress as a girl.  I can't wait!"

"Don't be daft, I can't go as a girl," replied Jack.  "I'm not making myself
look a complete twat in a dress and everything."

"What's up, lover?  Scared that it will put me off your manly charms? Not a
chance - you are safe there."

"Thanks," replied Jack sarcastically.  "That's a big reassurance.  No, I would
look like a total prat."

"So what? All the other guys will look just the same."

"Yeah, I guess, but I have no wish to dress as a girl!"

"Sure about that?" Sally asked with a twinkle in her eye.  "I think you would
make a really good girl."

"That settles it then.  Definitely not!"

"Oh come on - we can't not go to your best mate's birthday party just because
you are scared to put a skirt on!"

"I am not scared, I just don't want to, that's all."

"Why?"

"I dunno - it just wouldn't feel right."

"Well I don't mind going as a boy. What's the difference?"

"All going as a boy would mean would be putting a pair of trousers on. Hardly
the same thing!"

"Please sweetie? I'd really like to go and I think it would be a whole load of
fun.  For me?"  She fluttered her eyelashes at him and pulled her knee length
skirt up to display the tops of her stockings.  "I would make it worth your
while..."

Jack laughed.  "Oh, OK then.  Why is it that I can never say no to you?"

"I can't think!  Promise?"

"Yes I promise."

"No matter what?"

"I don't follow you - what do you mean 'no matter what'?"

"Well, I'm going to have to make some arrangements and sort out costumes and
stuff and so I don't want you backing out at the last moment."

"I won't back out - I promise."

"Good.  That's settled then.  We can go shopping for some clothes on Saturday."

"Nah - we can just make something up from around the house."

"Don't be silly, honey," said Sally decisively.  "If we're going to do this, we
are going to do it right."

"Oh, come on," Jack replied.  "I can just wrap a sheet around myself as a dress
and wear a pair of flip flops.  No-one is going to complain!  And you can wear
my old interview suit."

"No way. If something is worth doing, it's worth doing properly.  We need to get
you a real costume and something good for me too.  What do you want to be?
Slutty schoolgirl? Nympho nun? Come on - what?"

" How about none of the above?  I'm not going out dressed as a schoolgirl or a
nun!"

"OK, perhaps that is a bit much.  How about a nice little black cocktail dress
then?  Like the one I've got that you are so keen on me wearing!  You will look
fab in it, with a few curves in the right places!  Please?  For me?"

Jack laughed. "OK honey, whatever you say!"

"Good.  That's settled then.  We'll go into town tomorrow after college and pick
up what we need.  Now, what shall we have for dinner?"

The rest of the evening passed unremarkably.  The two lovers had a light meal
and watched some television until Jack announced that he was going to take a
bath.  "OK," Sally said.  "I'll be up in a minute too."

Jack headed upstairs to their bedroom and started to undress.  He pulled his
t-shirt over his head and dropped it into the laundry basket before unfastening
his belt and unsnapping his jeans.  He slid them and his boxer shorts down his
legs and, as they hit the floor, hooked them up with one foot and dropped them
into the basket too.  Finally he bent down to pull off his socks.

"Nice view," he heard Sally say as she walked through the door.  Jack jumped as
he felt her hand on the cheeks of his behind.  He turned around to face her and
they kissed deeply.  He felt the first stirrings in his cock and her small hand
wrapped itself around his now growing member.  Then she stepped back.

"This is no good sweetheart," she said thoughtfully.  "No self respecting girl
would go around with so much pubic hair -- it will completely spoil your outfit
and stick out from under your knickers.  We'll have to sort that out."

"What do you mean 'sort it out'?" Jack asked nervously.

"Your pubes, sweetie.  We will have to sort them out.  Come on now - out of
those clothes."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to tidy you up of course," Sally replied with a smile.  "Hurry up -
I'll go and run the bath."

"You're going to trim my pubes?" he asked.  He had tried this himself a few
times and was always pleased with the result but shied away from doing it
regularly because of what the other guys would say in the changing rooms at
college.  When he was at school he had shaved himself completely a few times,
generally during the summer when his secret would be safe and his pubes would
have time to grow back before the new term started..

"Hmm.  The knickers are probably going to be quite see through so I think we
might have to take the lot off.  In any case that little trail up to your belly
button and the hair around your nipples will have to go!"

"What??  You are nuts.  You can't do that!  What would people say when they saw
it?"

"Well, who's going to see it except you and me?"

"How about the other guys in the pool changing room at college or the people at
the party!"

"Well, you can always say that the legs and chest are so you can swim faster,
and you could always use a cubicle if you're shy!"

"Legs?  You didn't say anything about legs."

"Well, you can hardly wear stockings with hairy legs, can you?"

"Sally this is getting daft.  I don't object to us going to the party and for me
dressing up in drag, but for God's sake -- I'm not going to pass as a girl and so
it's silly to try and make me look like one."

"Sweetheart, I want to do this.  Will you let me? Please?"

Jack's heart sank.  He was never able to refuse Sally anything, particularly
when she looked at him with those pale blue eyes that just seemed to make his
heart melt.  "Oh, OK.  But look. Just this one time OK?  I don't want the rest
of the guys thinking I'm a weirdo or anything."

"But I thought all guys loved it if their girlfriends shaved their own pubic
hair..."

"Yeah I guess but that's different."

"How is it different?"

"I dunno - it just is."

"Hmm.  Strong argument sweetie!  Now, come along and I'll get you a nice hot
bath."  Jack sighed and resigned himself to loosing this particular argument.
At least the compensations for arguments lost were usually pretty good.

Sally led him to the bathroom at the back of the house.  She put the plug in the
plughole, started the hot tap running and added some scented bath oil to the
running water.  From the cupboard under the sink she retrieved the hair clippers
that Jack had used a few times the previous year before Sally had persuaded him
not to, saying that she preferred men with slightly longer hair.  In fact, his
hair hadn't been cut for six months now.

"OK, now stand very still," Sally said as she knelt down in front of her
boyfriend.  "I don't want to cut you."

"Me neither!" croaked Jack.

Sally took the comb attachment off the end of the clipper and switched it on.
It responded with a load buzz which filled the room.


"I have trim it short first and then shave it, so don't move."

"How is it that you know so much about it all of a sudden?" asked Jack.

"Oh, I saw it on some website or other," replied Sally.

With a look of intense concentration on her pretty face, Sally knelt down and
began to carefully clip away her boyfriend's light brown pubic hair.  She
started on the left side of his body and made slow careful sweeps across his
firm pubis working downwards steadily until she reached the root of his penis.

"Careful!" Jack aid nervously.

"Don't you worry sweetheart.  No way I am going to hurt this lovely piece of
flesh!" she replied mischievously.  "OK.  I think that's about as much as I can
do with this thing.  In the bath with you."

Jack lay down in the bath and contemplated his now partly denuded pubic hair.
As a boy he had shaved it off a couple of times, just to see what it looked like
and despite his protests he was quite excited that his little bombshell of a
girlfriend wanted to do it to him.  He wondered if she might let him return the
favour.

Sally was back ten minutes later.  "OK, stand up," she said.  Jack complied.

Sally reached over to the shelf above the sink in their little bathroom and took
down the shaving cream.  She squirted a generous portion onto her hand and
applied it to his pubic mound.  After the warmth of the bathwater, the
difference in temperature was shocking and Jack let our an involuntary yelp.

"Cold honey?" Sally asked, unnecessarily.  She stood on tip toe and kissed him
before going back to the job of spreading the shaving foam all over his short
pubic hair, up to his belly button and around his nipples.

Taking up the razor and attaching a fresh blade she set to work.  Starting just
below his navel she gently worked her way across his skin, stopping regularly to
rinse the blades in the bathwater.  She worked her way towards his cock, being
careful to avoid nicking the skin before taking hold of the end of his penis and
holding it upwards to allow herself access to his scrotum.  She carefully worked
her way around his balls, making sure that she got every last hair.  Finally,
content with the job, she stood back to admire her handiwork.  Jack caught sight
of himself in the mirror and was secretly quite pleased with the result.  He had
never been a huge fan of body hair, and if this was the excuse needed to try out
going without it, then so much the better!

Sally turned away and took a plastic bottle from beneath the sink.  We'll use
this for the rest I thin.  John looked at the label -- Nair.  He had never heard
of it, but the title clearly gave a clue to the purpose.  She was really going
to go through with it.

She thickly spread the cream over his arms, armpits and legs before consulting
her watch.  "Six minutes, it says, but that's never enough.  We'll give it a
little longer I think."

Sally pulled the plug out of the bath and Jack stood looking at himself in the
mirror as the minutes ticked by and the water drained away.  He was conscious of
an unusual sensation on all the skin that Sally had covered and was a little
concerned that the stuff might give him a rash.

After 10 minutes Sally professed herself satisfied and took down the shower
hear, adjusting it for the strongest jet setting and making sure the temperature
was good and warm.  Methodically working her way backwards and forwards across
his body, Sally carefully jetted him all over whilst rubbing him with a strange
nylon fibre blob that she kept next to the bath.  Jack could see the hair
falling away as she scrubbed and jetted.

Finally, she reached the bottom of his legs and straightened up.  Her hair was
damp from the splashes that she had picked up.

"Done.  Want to see the result?"

"Sure," Jack replied, eager to see the new look.

"Come through to the bedroom.  The mirror's all steamed up in here."

She led him back to their bedroom and stood him in front of the mirror.  Jack
was pleased with the results.  His naked hairless body stood reflected before
him and he could feel himself started to become aroused as he looked.

Her hand curled around his cock, its partner reaching down to cup his smooth
balls and run across his bare legs.  "I think you like it," she giggled.

"Oh yes? I'm not the only one."  Sally's nipples were plain to see through her
t-shirt and experience had shown that when Sally's nipples were erect, her pussy
would already be well and truly wet.  He unsnapped her jeans and let his hand
slide down inside her knickers.  She giggled.  "Still wet from earlier," she
said. "Care to top me up?"

"You're on!"

Their lovemaking was fast, furious and passionate.  He sank into her soaking wet
pussy, eliciting a deep moan from the depths of her throat.  It was too
passionate to last long and after just a few minutes the two arrived
simultaneously at a thunderous orgasm, Jack squirting his hot semen deep into
her tight, wet pussy.

She giggled again.  "OK.  My turn for the bath," she said, standing up and
heading for the door with his cum dribbling down her perfect firm thighs.

******************

"OK.  You had better go and try it on.  The changing rooms are over there,"
Sally pointed to the corner of the store.  Sally had dragged Jack to Marks and
Spencer's in Oxford Street in the centre of London  For the life of his Jack
couldn't figure out why, because there were perfectly good shops in the area
they were living in and he could see no point in dragging themselves all the way
to the West End.  Walking swiftly through the store, Sally had led him to the
lingerie department.  Jack had expected her to head for the multi pack section,
but she had again insisted that they had to do it properly, and in any case she
had so much lovely lingerie that he had bought for her, it was only fair that he
should have some nice things too.  She spent some considerable time comparing
the many different styles in the matching sets section, occasionally, and much
to his embarrassment, holding various diaphanous garments up to measure the
effect against his body.  Finally she had settled on two sets.  A white set in
satin with lace trim and little white ribbons picking out the tops of the bra
cups, the suspender belts and the knickers and a sheer black set with lace trim.

A sales assistant whose name badge announced that her name was Emma walked up to
them.  "Can I offer any assistance?" she asked.

As Jack was about to thank her for her time and decline her offer, he was
horrified as he heard Sally's voice.

"Oh, yes please.  We're settled on this set and the black one over there but
we're not sure on his size.  Can you measure him for me please?"

Of course, madam," said Emma, pulling a measuring tape from around her neck.
Jack was subjected to much more measuring and comparing of sizes than he was
comfortable with, but they selected what they thought were the right sizes after
much comparing.

"Of course there is only one way to ensure that we do have the right size," said
Emma.  She wanted him to try it on, and now his girlfriend had lost her senses
and was directing him to the changing room.

"Don't be daft!  I can't try on women's underwear in the changing rooms!"

"Don't worry, sir," said the sales assistant.  "There are separate cubicles
inside the changing room, so your secret will be safe with us!"

"I can't - I don't even know how to put this stuff on!" Jack said, confident
that this development would get him well and truly off the hook.

"That's a good point.  I hadn't thought of that.  I will have to come with you,"
said Sally.  "You had better come too to make sure we have the right size," she
said to Emma.

"What? Are you out of your mind?  You want me to try it on in front of a
complete stranger?"

"She's not a stranger honey.  Her name is Emma.  Now come along and don't be
silly."

Despite all of Jack's protests he was steered by the two women over to the
corner of the store where a large green sign announced the changing rooms were.
The attendant, a middle aged black woman with thick hair and a beaming smile,
look at Jack and the handful of articles that he was carrying as unobtrusively
as possible.

"Only three garments in the changing room at one time, sir," the lady said,
indicating a sign on the wall carrying the same restriction.  "May I see what
you have there?"

Before Jack could react her hand shot out and she took the half dozen clothes
hangers from his hand.

"I'm sorry, you will have to leave half of them here.  I'll look after them for
you," she said, her grin becoming wider than ever.  "Will you be needing any
assistance?"

"It's OK Alice," said Emma, walking up behind Jack, Sally just behind her.
"It's all taken care of."

 "OK then.  I suppose we can allow extra garments just this once.  Be sure and
come and show me how they look, won't you sir?"  Alice said as she handed the
garments back.


"Right then," said Sally in a businesslike manner.  "Take your clothes off."

"Err, Emma, could you mind waiting outside please?" asked Jack with a nervous
laugh.

"Oh come on sweetheart," replied his girlfriend.  "There's nothing there that
she hasn't seen before.  She does this for a living, remember?"  Emma said
nothing, but just looked Jack in the eye.

"Err, yes but there is less there than usual, remember?"

"Oh don't worry about that honey.  Now hurry up and get undressed.  Or do you
need some help?"

"No, I can manage, thank you," Jack replied.

He pulled his jumper over his head and dropped it on the chair in the corner of
the changing cubicle and then started to unbutton his shirt.  He hung that on a
hook to the side of the full length mirror and bent over to undo the laces on
his trainers.  With them disposed of he pulled off his socks and then
straightened up.

"And the rest of it darling.  Hurry up now," said his girlfriend with a smile.

Jack turned his back to the two women in order to preserve his modesty as much
as possible, but realised that this was futile as the full length mirror that
occupied most of one wall made any such attempt a waste of time.  He unfastened
and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, carefully folding them and placing
them on top of his jumper on the chair.  Then, still facing the mirror, he
pushed his boxer shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Instinctively he covered his genitals with his hands to cover his shaved pubis.

"OK," said Emma. "Let's begin shall we?  Stand up straight please Jack, so that
I can see you properly"

"Yes darling, this is no time for silly false modesty and if you carry on like
this we will be here all day," added Sally.

Jack reluctantly did as he was told, reasoning that the quicker he got on with
it, the quicker he would be over. As he straightened up and placed his hands by
his sides he saw Emma's gaze fall on his shaved crotch.

"Oh good," Emma said, turning to Sally.  "You've got his to attend properly to
his personal grooming.  It makes the overall effect so much better."

"Yes, I took care of that last night.  It looks rather good, doesn't it?"

"Definitely.  And I am sure you will be much more pleased with the outcome as a
result."

"Err -- you do realise that I am right here, don't you?"

"Of course, sir.  My apologies.  Now then, first we will need to fit your
suspender belt.  Do you want to try the white set or the black?"  Jack noticed
that Emma had directed this question to Sally, and not to him.

"Oh, the white I think.  I know that it's to go with a little black cocktail
dress and so the white will look a bit odd, but if the white set fits then we
can assume the black one will as well, and keep it fresh for the party."

"Absolutely.  And this white set is just adorable, don't you think?"

"Yes, it will really suit him I think."

Without another word Emma took the suspender belt off the hanger that it had
been displayed on and opened it up.  She then reached around his waist and
expertly fastened it, making sure that it was properly centred in the small of
his back.

"Right.  The stockings next," she said, opening the packet and unravelling the
two white laced topped stockings from their packet.  She quickly worked them on
to her hands and then asked Jack to sit down on the chair.  Sally moved quickly
to move his clothes out of the way, and Jack sat down.

"Point your toes please sir," said Emma as she offered up the small while halo
to Jack's foot.  He did as he was told and she rapidly covered his foot with the
soft stretchy material, making sure that Jack's heel was correctly placed in the
back of the stocking.  She then quickly ran the stocking up Jack's leg, before
turning away to pick up its mate.  Rapidly repeating the process, she told Jack
to stand up and she turned him this way and that as she attached the suspender
to the top of the stockings.

"You will probably need some help with this the first few times as it can be a
bit tricky until you get the hang of it," she said.

"Oh, I won't need to get used to it -- this is just a one off," replied Jack.

"In my experience there is never a one off, sir," Emma replied.  " Not after the
first time."

As she spoke she had completed the attachment of the stockings and stood back to
admire her handiwork.

"What do you think, madam," she asked Sally.

"Oh it looks just lovely!  White was definitely the right choice!"

"Could you pass me the bra please?" Emma asked her.

Taking the proffered garment Emma slid the straps up Jack's arms and then
quickly fastened it behind her.  She took some of the spare socks that the shop
offered customers for trying shoes on and popped them inside the cups to give
them shape.

"You may want to consider investing in some breast forms for the right effect,
but I'm afraid we don't sell them here," she commented to Sally.

"Thanks -- I've already found somewhere where I can get them."

"Right, now just the knickers to complete the look," said Emma.  She took the
white satin panties from their hanger and told him to raise first one foot then
the other.  She then had him stand up and pulled the silky shiny garment all the
way up, deftly tucking him into the garment.  She stood back.

"What do you think madam?"

"Oh, perfect.  Thank you so much.  Turn around for us please darling."

Jack almost didn't hear her as he was overcome by the sensation of the silk
stockings and knickers against his freshly shaved skin.  As he turned around he
had to admit that, not only did it feel amazing, it looked good as well.

" OK.  It fits.  You can go now so I can take it off," Jack said hurriedly.  He
realised that his penis was starting to swell in the white satin panties that he
was wearing and while that would have been embarrassing enough in front of
Sally, the thought of standing in the changing rooms wearing women's underwear
and having an erection in front of the sales assistant was mortifying.

"What's wrong honey?" Sally asked with a face of pure innocence.  "There's no
rush is there?  We can take as long as we want.  Can't we Emma?"

"Oh yes," the sales assistant answered.  We are quite quiet at the moment and
there is no reason to rush.  It's important to ensure that you are completely
happy with your purchases and so you should take as long as you want."

Jack was horrified.  He could feel the blood surging in his cock and the organ
swell within the panties.  In a few moments it would become obvious to the two
women who were once again fussing over his bra straps and suspender belt.  He
tried to think of anything to take his mind off the sensation off the soft
material caressing his smooth skin, but to no avail.

"Oh look," said Sally.  "He's getting hard."

"Oh that's perfectly normal madam.  Many of our special customers have that
reaction, especially the first time."

Jack was more than half erect now, and his cock had uncurled from where it had
rested in the satin panties.  Now it was approaching the top of the flimsy
garment and it was clear that it would shortly be poking out of the top.

"Do you like it honey? Asked Sally.  "It seems as though you do!"

Jack was mortified and mumbles something about it not being weird and that he
couldn't control it.

"Would you like me to take care of it madam? It does spoil the line of the
garment" said Emma.

"That would be lovely -- please do."

Jack was amazed.  Had Sally taken leave of her senses?  She wanted a stranger to
`relieve' him right here in front of her?

Emma pulled the satin knickers down to mid thigh and wrapped a hand around
Jack's six inch cock.  She rubbed her thumb over his foreskin, rubbing his
pre-cum over the end of his cock and then started to firmly but gently
masturbate him.  Jack looked at himself in the mirror.  He saw a smoothly shaved
body with a pretty lace bra, matching suspender belt and knickers which were
half way to his knees and white lace top stockings.  The sensations of all the
soft delicate garments and the expert stimulation being offered by Emma were all
too much and he could feel his orgasm gathering at the base of his spine.  He
gasped and started to twitch and then his orgasm washed over him.  He shot thick
ropes of semen once, twice, three times onto the carpet in the changing room
while trying to remain quiet.

"Thank you," he heard Sally say to Emma as he came down from his orgasm.  "You
are very efficient at that..."

"Oh yes, we often have to calm our customers like that."

"You have some on your hand -- Jack, please clean your semen from Emma's hand --
it's only polite"

"Can you pass me a tissue then?" Jack asked.

"I don't have any.  Just lick it off.  Quickly now."

"What?  I'm not licking my own cum from her hand," he protested, but as he did
so Emma put her cum splattered hand to his mouth and grabbed his balls with the
other.

"Now don't be silly sir.  It's only semen, and you don't want me to have to
discipline you do you?"  As she spoke she tightened her grip on Jack's
testicles.  Reluctantly he licked the salty fluid from her fingers.

"Excellent," he heard his girlfriend say.  "Well done honey.  Honestly -- it
won't kill you.  I've eaten enough of it," she laughed.

"Well, they seem to fit perfectly madam.  Would you like him to try on the other
set?"

"No, I think we can safely say they are the right size.  We'll take them as they
are."

This mystified John -- why would he need two sets of lingerie if they were only
going to one party?  Even if there was another party later he could always wash
them.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"  Emma was now completely ignoring
Jack and directing all her comments to Sally.

"No, I think that's all, thank you very much.  You've been very helpful.  He
might as well keep them on because we have to go and look out a dress in
Topshop.  Could you just take the tickets off?"

"Of course madam.  Your boyfriend can just take the tickets to the checkout and
they will take care of everything."  And with that Emma reached into her pocket
and brought out a pair of scissors with which she quickly cut each of the sales
tags from the wispy garments and handed them to Jack.  She smiled at Sally and
let herself out of the cubicle.

"Actually, sweetie, I think I will take them off.  What if I was in an
accident?" Jack laughed.

"No darling.  Keep them on -- it will save so much time later.  OK?  Pop your
jeans and sweater back on and I'll put your boxers and t-shirt in my backpack."

Before Jack could say a word Sally had swept up his boxers and t-shirt and
shoved them into her bag leaving just the lamb's wool sweater and his jeans as
well as his socks and shoes.

"Hey wait a minute," Jack started, but Sally abruptly cut him off.

"Come on sweetie.  And leave the bra on or you won't get the right size dress.
Hurry up now."

With that she opened the door, stepped through it and left it open behind her.
As it was the first in the row Jack lurched forward to pull it closed before
anyone saw, but he wasn't quite quick enough.  A boy of 11 or 12 was standing
outside the changing room and looked with amazement at the apparition before him
-- a man in the men's changing room in a complete set of lacy white lingerie.
Jack was mortified.  He pulled on his jeans and jumper as quick as he could and
thrust his feet into his boots without even pausing for his socks, so eager was
he to avoid further embarrassment or to avoid the boy telling his mother, and
his mother calling the police!

Now dressed, Jack shoved his socks into his pocket and launched himself out of
the door.  A voice behind him stopped him dead.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, could I please have those socks back that you borrowed?"  It
was Emma, and the socks she was referring too Jack was very conscious off given
that they were providing the filling for the rather well filled bra he was
wearing.

"Oh God, yes, sorry," he said and started back for the cubicle but another man
carrying a new suit beat him to the door.

"No need for the cubicle, sir.  Here, let me."  And with that Emma reached down
inside the front of Jack's sweater, under his bra strap and gently pulled the
socks out.  She repeated the act on the other side, and then stepped back.

"Oh dear, that leaves you looking a bit flat.  We need something to stuff them
with," she said as she eyed his chest.  Spying the bulge in his trouser pocked
she said "what's that?  That will do."

"Errm," mumbled Jack. "That's my socks.  I didn't have time to put them back
on."

"Perfect!" exclaimed Emma.  They will do fine and she pushed her hand into the
pocket of his jeans and pulled the socks out.  As she did so her hand rubbed
against the tip of his satin clad cock, causing more stirrings.

Rapidly, Emma inserted a sock into each bra cup and then stepped back to make
sure they were even.  After a further adjustment she appeared satisfied and
smiled at John.  "I do hope you will visit us again soon, sir."

Jack mumbled his thanks and fled the changing rooms.  His gorgeous girlfiend was
waiting for him outside.

"Trouble with something?" she asked.

"Err, no I was just, you know, sorting myself out.  Can we go now?  Please can
we get out of here?"

"Hmm.  And get arrested you mean?  Great idea.  I wonder what they would make of
you at the police station dressed like that.  Come on, go and pay."

"Can't you pay Sweetie?" Jack asked.

"Better if you do, I think," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

So clutching the empty stockings packet, the three sales tags and the hangers
carrying the black set, Jack joined the end of the queue for the tills.  An
attractive middle aged lady next to him eyed his purchases and smiled
knowingly.  Jack turned bright red.  At that very moment Sally walked over and
handed him a packet of black lace top stockings.  "You almost forgot these,
sweetheart."

Although he didn't think it possible, Jack's colour deepened.

"Don't worry," said the woman. "You aren't the first.  I would love to see you
in that set though!" she laughed.

"He'll look lovely, won't he?" Sally said.  "If you like I can e-mail you some
pictures."

"Oh would you?  That would be so kind.

Jack reached the head of the queue and walked up to the available till, while
behind him he could hear Sally taking details of the stranger's e-mail address.
He put his purchases on the counter, and the sales assistant started to scan
them.  She scanned the black set, both stocking packets and the tags for the set
he was now very conscious of wearing.

"Would you like a separate bag for your male underwear sir?" the girl asked
him.  She was an attractive brunette and couldn't have been more than 17 years
old.

"Sorry?" Jack said, rather thrown and still trying to listen to what Sally and
the other woman were talking about.

"You male underwear.  Shall I bag it separately so that it doesn't get your new
set dirty?"

"I don't know what you mean," was the best Jack could come up with a short
notice.

"Well, these are clearly not for your girlfriend over there, because they
wouldn't fit her and this black bra seems to be the same size as the one you are
wearing.  It really suits you sir."

Jack had not realised that the absence of a shirt beneath his jumper made his
false breasts rather more obvious than he might have wanted

"No it's OK.  One bag will do fine."  Jack just wanted to get out of the store
and back to the anonymity of Oxford Street.  He paid quickly, almost snatched
his card from the machine and, driven by his English manners muttered a quick
thank you to the girl.

"My pleasure sir.  I hope you enjoy them."

Catching up with Sally, the two of them hurried out into the gathering London
darkness.


To be continued?  Let me know.  justpeekin@ymail.com