____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Doug and Cindy (MF, cd, mc) By Karen Shane (Windy City BBS - 1988) * Hesitantly Doug entered the shop. He was nervous and was sure everyone was watching him. But, as he looked around he saw nobody paying any attention to him so he stepped farther into the little boutique. It was a specialty shop and Doug was sure he could get what he needed here. It had taken him a long time to work up the courage to get this far and he wasn't going to back down now. "Can I help you?" said the pretty young sales clerk. "Uh, well, I'd like to look around first," Doug responded. "O.K., just call if you need any help, I'll be right over here if you need anything." And the clerk turned and left him to wander around the store by himself. Dougs heart was pounding as he drifted among the isles of clothing. He had always wanted to check out this tall girls shop but he had been too afraid in the past. Now he was determined to go through with it, and he had the hardest part over. He was in the store now and nothing would stop him from completing what he had set out to do today. Towards the back of the store Doug found what he had been looking for, the lingerie section. He quickly selected a Platex Thank-Goodness-It-Fits brassire in size 38 nearly B. He looked at the package and made sure it was the right bra. It was, and it was in the color he wanted, black, so he turned to the next isle. He found the Platex panty girdles and picked out a thigh high style and made sure it was size 7. With both foundation boxes under his arm he looked around a little more and found some pretty lace trimmed garter belts. He picked one out with red satin trim and added that to the growing collection of packages. Next he journyed deeper into the store and began examining the rack containing slips. He selected a black lace trimmed nylon tricot slip in size 38 tall. After assuring himself that it would fit properly he picked out a pair of sandlewood nylons stockings and headed for the sales counter. "Did you find everything you wanted?" Inquired the pretty young girl. Doug stammered for a second, cleared his throat and then said, "Uh, I think so. Perhaps you could recommend a nice inexpensive outfit to complete this ensemble." The clerk looked up from the sales tickets she had been checking and examined the items he had placed on the counter. "Well, let's see now. Pretty underthings here deserve a pretty dress. Did you want a skirt and blouse, or is a dress more in line with what you had in mind?" she inquired. "I really hadn't thought about that," Doug returned, "What do you suggest?" The clerk was making her way through the isles and Doug followed close behind. He had left the other articles on the counter and was startled when the girl turned and held a dress up next to him and said, "This would look pretty with what you've already picked out." Doug turned red as she held the dress against his body. He wanted to protest, but could not find the courage to deny what the clerk had infered. The clerk noticed his embarassment and tried to ease it somewhat, "Don't worry. We get lots of men in here who like the items we sell. If it does'nt bother me, why let it bother you." He thought about it for a minute and felt a little better with her confiding in him in such a frank manner. "Well, it's just that I never, well..., I mean I never...,"he stammered. "Don't worry about it. If you'd like, you can try everything on in back. We have a special room and no one will disturb you." Doug couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Uh, are you sure?" She drapped the dress over her arm and said, "Come on, follow me." Then she turned and headed back to the counter and picked up the other packages he had selected earlier. She continued on to a curtain hanging at the back of the store and held it open for him. Doug stepped through and then the clerk entered and pointed towards another door. "Right in there, no one will disturb you. If you need any help, just press the little buzzer and I'll come back and help however I can." With that she handed him the dress and other articles, turned and left Doug standing there by himself. Hesitantly, he thought about it and then hurried to the door. As he pulled the door open he was somewhat surprised to find such a large dressing room. Inside he found that he could bolt the door and he quickly did so. He crossed over to the dressing table and laid the items down. Doug looked around the room and found that in addition to the dressing table, there was a stand with half a dozen different wigs and another dressing table with all kinds of make up on it. He quickly removed his clothing and hung them from a hook next to the table. Standing there naked he began to shake as he removed the lycra panty girdle from its box. He had selected the thigh high type to help hide his maleness and quickly pulled the garment from the box. Nervously he put one foot into the panty and then rapidly slipped the panty over his other foot. Before pulling the garment up he pulled his testicles back between his legs and pressed his thighs together to hold them there. He then pulled the panties up and adjusted them to the contours of his body. Next he removed the brassire from its carton and noticed his hands were shaking badly. He had a little difficulty fastening the clasps because of shakiness, but managed to get them hooked properly. He removed the slip from its hanger, pulled off the tags and then slid it over his head. The feeling of constriction from the bra and panty girdle gave him a sense of pleasure. The coolness of silk against his body from the slip sent shudders of delight throughout him. Before trying on the dress he admired his own reflection in the mirror and marveled at how well he could mimic the female form. He was delighted with what he saw and then picked up the dress from the table. After unzipping it full length, he stepped into the dress and then adjusted the shoulders and bust to his figure. With difficulty he managed to get the zipper all the way back up and was just admiring the fit when he heard a knock at the door. He recognize the clerks voice when she said, "If you're ready, I've picked out a couple of accessories that will go very nicely with that outfit." Doug was scared! He had'nt planned to try the things on in the store. And now here he was completely dressed in the clothes he had been wanting so long and someone was at the door. Slowly he stepped over to the door and drew the bolt back. The young clerk briskly entered the room and placed some jewelery items on the table. "My but that's a pretty outfit. I'll bet you'd really like to wear those things out of here." Doug was too stuned. "I don't think that's possible. I'd get into trouble for sure." "Well listen," she continued, "I'll be closing the shop in a few minutes and you can come by my place. Here, try a couple of these wigs on and I'll be back in a few minutes." With that she left Doug alone to ponder what had just happened. He picked up the necklace she had left on the table and fastened it around his neck. After slipping the braclet on his wrist he realized he had not tried on the nylons or garter belt yet so he pulled up his dress and slip and fastened the flimsy garment around his waist. Doug removed the nylons from the container and gathered one up in a ball and slowly fitted it to his leg. After hooking the garters to it he began to put the other one on and was just fastening it when the clerk returned. Since he had forgotten to bolt the door after she had departed, she walked in as he was fastening the other nylon. "Here," she said as she crossed the room to him "always hook the straps through your panties. That way if you need to take your panties down, you don't have to undo everything." With that she unhooked the garters and threaded the straps through Dougs panty. After she had it properly adjusted she reattached it to the nylon and saw that he was finishing the other nylon. He quickly dropped the slip and smoothed the dress down as the clerk selected a pretty auborn wig and removed it from its stand. "Let's try this one," she said as she motioned for him to set down in the chair in front of the dressing table. Doug meakly obeyed and she expertly fitted the hair piece in place. After adjusting the wig, she stepped back and allowed him to see the full effect in the mirror. He could not believe what his eyes saw. The reflection in the mirror was beautiful! Even without make up the red head returning his gaze from the mirror looked ravishing. As the clerk picked up a stick of foundation make up she said, "My name's Cindy. What's yours?" "Doug," he responded quietly as she began smoothing the foundation on his face and neck. Quickly and expertly she blended the make up in with her finger tips and then selected a light green eye shadow for his eyes. "Green will go good with that wig," Cindy stated as she brushed the light powder on his eyelids. "We don't want to overdo it though. Here, see if you can apply this lipstick properly," she said as she handed Doug a tube of rose petal lip gloss. Slowly and carefully he traced the outline of his lips with the tube and then pressed his lips together. When he finished Cindy was holding a small kleenex for him to blot his lips with. "Thanks," he said as he took the kleenex and completed the task. Cindy picked up a brush and made minor adjustments to the wig as she inquired, "Have you been doing this long?" Doug answered tentatively, "Privately I've enjoyed dressing as a woman for a couple of years now. But this is the first time I've ever had the opportunity to share it with anyone else. That's why I came to this boutique. I wanted to make sure I got everything in the right size. I must admit, I was quite surprised with how well you put me at ease in here." "We get lots of guys in here that are into womens clothes, but you're the first one I've ever given special attention to," she said. Cindy finished with the brush and was satisfied with the look. "One last thing, we'd better get some shoes for you. Follow me and we'll try a couple pair on." She headed for the door and Doug followed after taking one last look in the mirror. Amazing he thought, absolutely amazing. He followed her out the door and back to the store. Cindy was standing near the shoe department and asked him what size shoe he wore. Doug told her the male size he normally bought and she went over to a rack and pulled a box down. "Here, let's try these," she said as she opened the box and removed a pair of woven straw sandels. Doug sat down and slipped the sandels on. It took him a second to figure out how the straps laced around his ankel and then he buckled them and stood back up. "Perfect," he said as he admired them in the floor mirror. "Come on then, let's go. I'll get your other things and put them in a bag. You can change back if you want to at my place." With that Cindy disappeared in the other room for a minute and then reappeared with a boutique plastic bag in hand. Doug followed her as she headed for the door and waited patiently outside as she turned the key in the lock and dropped the keys in her purse. "I'm parked right around the corner. Let's go across the street for a quick drink before we take off." "Gee, I don't know if I'm ready for all this. Maybe we'd better just get going," he said. II Doug woke from the dream covered with persperation and with a tremendous hard on. He was in his own bed and could sense his wifes' body next to him. He thought about the dream and could recall every detail as if he had really lived the experience. It disturbed him that he had had the dream again. This was the third time this week alone and each time it was the same. If only he could see how the dream ended he thought. Or better yet, if he could really experience it. Doug got up from the damp bed and quietly padded out to the kitchen. As he prepared the coffee pot for the morning ritual, he lit a cigarette and pondered the dream again. The aroma of caffine invaded his nostrils and Doug snubbed out the butt as he reached for a cup. While pouring the hot liquid he heard Cindy stirring in the bedroom and knew she would soon be joining him. "Have that dream again?" Cindy inquired as she joined him at the kitchen bar. She was the image of his perplexing nocturnal adventure and he only nodded affirmatively as he avoided her gaze. "Come on honey, talk about it. It might help if we can work it out together. I love you dear." "I don't understand it Cindy," he started, "Why am I having this same reoccuring dream? What does it all mean?" "Doug, I love you very much. Maybe if we actually acted out the dream, it wouldn't bother you anymore." Cindy peered deeply into his eyes questioningly as Doug turned toward her. He considered her suggestion and then responded, "I really don't know. We've been married for two years now and why does something like this start affecting me so much? I'm no homosexual and I've never had thoughts like this before. Why now," he inquired. "Look," Cindy began, "it's friday and we have the weekend ahead of us. Let's make reservations at a motel in town and just get away from here for awhile. The change will be good for us. And," she lingered for a minute, "perhaps we can explore this a little farther." Doug considered the idea and then stated, "I'll call from work and make the arrangements. Maybe you're right." As he got up from the bar and started for the bathroom to get ready for work Cindy hugged him tightly and placed an affectionate kiss on his ear lobe. Doug put the dream from his mind and quickly showered. Cindy was busy in the bedroom when he left for work and the rest of the day was quite normal for him. During his lunch hour from the parts department he worked in, he called and made the reservations at a Holiday Inn on the outskirts of town. "Maybe Cindys' right," he muttered to himself as he hung up the phone. Doug arrived home shortly after five o'clock to find Cindy waiting in the living room with three suitcases setting next to the door. "What's this?" he inquired. "I hope you didn't forget to make reservations. These are our bags, let's go." With that, Cindy grabbed one of the traveling cases and headed out the door. Half an hour later the two were climbing the carpeted stairs to their room at the motel. As Doug placed the luggage on the traveling stand Cindy darted into the bathroom and said, "I'll get a bath ready for you and then call room service for a few drinks while you relax and unwind from the day." Doug nodded and absent mindedly flipped on the television set. A few minutes later Cindy reappeared and informed him every thing was ready. Entering the bathroom, he noticed she had drawn a hot bubble bath for him and had placed his shaving gear on the counter next to the sink. After removing his clothes and easing into the foamy liquid, Doug heard her requesting a bottle of champagne from room service. Cindy came into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. She let her hand slip into the warm water and slowly swim its way towards Dougs' naked thigh. Just as she made contact with his groin they both heard a knock at the door. "Must be room service," Cindy said as she stood and scooped up the clothing Doug had dropped on the rack above the toilet. Cindy had pulled the bathroom door shut when she opened the door to the hallway to allow the bellhop to bring in the cart with the champagne. After thanking the bellhop she handed him a twenty dollar bill and said, "I'd really appreciate it if you could dispose of these items immediately." With that she handed the bellhop the clothing she had brought from the bathroom with her. The bellhop smiled quickly as he tucked the bill in his pocket and took the articles she held in his direction. He then disappeared as she closed the door behind him and locked the door. Cindy carried the champage and two glasses back into the bathroom and sat them on the floor next to the tub. She removed her blouse and skirt and tossed them out onto the bed as she lowered herself to edge of the tub again. Doug admired her ample breast and the way they strained at the skimpy brassire she was wearing. Cindy filled the glasses with the bubbely liquid and then handed one to Doug. As he started sipping the drink, Cindy picked up the razor from the counter and lowered it into the tub. Doug looked at her inquisitively as she reached into the water with her other hand and grasped his ankle. "Enjoy every minute of this, Doug. I love you and want you to be as happy as I can make you." Cindy said as she slowly began drawing the razor along his leg. Doug started to protest but she merely handed him another glass of champagne and continued with her task. Moments later she had finished one leg and was busy with the other while Doug helped himself to another drink. When she stopped to admire her handiwork, she noticed he had dozed off and was sleeping with his arms folded behind his head. Carefully and ever so gently she began shaving his underarms and was able to complete the task without awakening him. Satisfied that she had done properly, she left Doug nap a little longer while she went into the other room and set about arranging the rest of her surprise for him. Doug opened his eyes and felt Cindy massaging his flacid penis. The water was now tepid and most of the bubbles had dissapated. "Boy, I must have really been tired. How long have I been in here?" Doug asked. "Not long, honey. It's a little past eight. We ought to get dressed and go down to the lounge for something to eat. Come on and I'll help you." Cindy stood and handed him a towel. Doug quickly dried off and then followed her out of the bathroom. Looking around the room, Doug was unable to find any of his clothing. He picked up each suitcase and noticed they all felt empty. "What'd you do with my things?" he inquired. "Everything you wore in here is gone. I've packed enough for us for the weekend." With that, Cindy handed Doug a pair of pastel lycra spandex panties and watched the expression on his face. Slowly the look of terror was replaced with a peaceful smile as he reached out and took the garment from her hand. Tentatively Doug placed one foot in the panty and then quickly stepped into them with the other foot. As he began pulling the slinky fabric up his body he felt a sense of urgency compelling him onward. After adjusting the hiphuggers, Doug looked at Cindy and noticed she was holding a matching brassire for him. He put out his hands to accept the bra and Cindy threaded it over his hands and up his arms. As he positioned the boned-underwire cups to his chest, Cindy cinched the garment from behind and hooked the clasps. Doug admired her selection. The bra fit very comfortably. It was a deep plunge, underwire affair with strech straps and lace trim everywhere. Before he could inspect the garment any farther, Cindy was wrapping a combination garter belt, waist cincher around his midsection. It too, he noticed, matched the pastel panties and bra. On each of the elastic garter straps was a small silky ribbon hanging from a little ribbon bow. Cindy had finished hooking the hooks and was trying to zip up the zipper. "You'll have to hold your tummy in as much as possible. I got this a little tight in order to give you a little better figure." She said. Doug had a hard time believing what was happening, and, he had an equally hard time holding his stomach in enough for Cindy to get the girdle affair zipped up. But somehow she managed and then stepped around in front of him. She started threading the garter straps through his panties and Doug was quick to follow suit with the other leg. After the eight dangling straps were properly adjusted by Cindy, she handed him a pair of smoke colored nylons and then went over to the dresser. Doug was busy sliding the smooth silk up his freshly shaven legs and didn't notice Cindy removing the wig from a hat box. He was enjoying the slick feeling the material produced against his bare legs. As he donned the second nylon he became accutely aware of the erection between his legs. The feel of slippery legs, the underwire bra and the constriction of lycra spandex panties were too much for him. "I thought that might happen." Cindy said as she observed Dougs prediciment, "so I've got a little idea how to handle that problem." Cindy crossed the room to Doug and rolled his panties down. She then stepped behind him and reached through his legs and grabbed his testicles. As she tugged them back she forced his rigid cock back and held it against the two smaller sacks. Next she applied pieces of surgical tape to the head of his penis and pressed the ends to his crotch. She put one more long piece of tape across the length of his hard on and pressed the end of it deep into his anus. "O.k., now adjust your panties and I'll bet that'll take care of it," she said. Doug pulled the panties back up and smoothed them in place. He couldn't help but admire the appearance of a feminine pubic mound and glanced at Cindy. She was smiling at the effect of her handiwork and said, "Here, put this slip on and we'll see what a little make up will do." With that she handed him a dainty satin slip of the same pastel color. Doug quickly slid the slip over his head and let it drop down his body. He liked the way the lace trim bodice drapped over his bra, and the way the cool, soft fabric felt. As he smoothed the garment in place with his hands his body became charged with a tingling sensation. Cindy had him set in a chair beside the dressing table while she sat on the edge of the bed and began by trimming his eye brows with a small pair of tweezers. After she had thinned them considerably she picked up a styling pencil and lightly filled out a soft, feminine arch. After completing the eyebrows, Cindy dabbed small amounts of light aqua colored powder to the tops of his eyelids and then blended it with a cotton swab. Next she applied a Cover Girl foundation to his cheeks, forehead, chin and neck. She also blended this with a cotton ball and then applied a light coating of powder to the same areas. When she was satisfied with the softness of the skin texture, she applied a thin coating of blusher to his cheeks and used her fingers to fade the edges of the blusher. Happy with the effect she was creating, Cindy removed a mascara wand from her make up case and applied a thin coat to Dougs eye lashes. She sat back on the bed and admired her handiwork. "Damn, you're pretty," she remarked. Doug turned towards the mirror and gasped at how beautiful and womanly he had become. It was difficult for him to imagine that beneath the reflection staring back at him was really a man. Cindy handed Doug a pair of silver clip on earrings to put on while she fastened a matching silver necklace around his neck. When she finished with the necklace she bent down and hooked a smaller version of the necklace around his left ankle. "Just a few more details and we'll be ready, honey." She said as she produced a dark brown wig Doug immediately recognized from her collection of wigs at home. She slipped the trusses over his scalp and fitted it to his head. With a small styling brush she teased a few curls into place and patted a few others with the palm of her hand. "After you have your dress on, we'll take care of your hands and then we can go." Cindy then pulled a beige ruffled blouse from the hangers she had previously hung in the closet and helped Doug into the garment. As she buttoned the buttons in back, he straigtened the collor and fluffed up the ruffles in front. Doug glanced in the mirror and noticed the ruffled blouse created the illusion of a larger bust line than he actually had. He turned back to find Cindy holding a tweed, straight skirt for him to step into. He pulled the garment on and Cindy zipped and fastened the clasps in back for him. As he reached under the skirt to adjust his slip, Cindy retrieved the matching jacket from another hanger and handed it to Doug. After tucking his blouse into the skirt, Doug slipped into the jacket and turned to admire himself in the mirror. Cindy handed him a package and said, "Here, see if you can put these plastic finger nails on while I get dressed." She then disappeared into the bathroom while he tore open the package. When he finished with the nails, Doug walked around the room and enjoyed the feel of female garments swaying against his body. The sensations were electric and he felt ecstatic. He was still enjoying the slick nylon charge when Cindy stepped out of the bathroom dressed equally as beautiful as he was. She stepped into a pair of patent leather spiked heels and said, "Perhaps you'd better wear these lower heeled slippers. It takes a little getting used to walking around before you'll be able to handle high heels." She then handed him a pair of beige leather low heeled slippers and he quickly slipped them on his nylon covered feet. Doug stood before her; both the picture of feminity. She stepped closer and hugged him tightly. They kissed passionately and both could sense the arousal in the other. Cindy pulled away from the embrace and said, "Now for the lipstick and we're ready to go. You can carry this little purse for effect and I'll take mine along with everything we'll need." She handed Doug a tube of pale pink lipstick and watched as he traced it on his lips. When he finished applying it, she gave him a small beige handbag and he placed the lipstick in it. She picked up her purse and opened the door. "Well, let's go to the lounge and get something to eat. I'm famished." Doug followed her out the door and stood in the hallway as she locked the door. Pangs of guilt and apprehension invaded him as another couple appeared down the hall. Cindy saw the fear in his eyes and quickly linked her arm in his. "Believe me darling, no one but I know who, or what you really are. Come on, let's go." III Cindy led him down the hallway and could feel his sense of confidence returning. The closer they got to the stairway, the more she could tell he was loosening up and begining to enjoy the experience. "I'll do the ordering as your voice may give you away." They descended the stairs and crossed the lobby to the lounge. Doug glanced about and noticed the clerks paid them no mind. A few guest mingled in the lobby and they too paid no attention to the two well dressed women headed for the lounge. The hostess guided them through the dimly lit bar to a small table near the rear of the lounge. Before departing she accepted Cindys order for drinks and then disappeared amid the tingle of glasses and music from the band. Soon their waitress delivered the drinks and Cindy selected entrees from the menu for them both. Before their meal arrived, the waitress brought another round of drinks and said, "The gentlemen next to the bar hope you'll accept these with their compliments." She nodded towards a table with two well dressed business men and sat the glasses down. Doug and Cindy both glanced toward the men. Cindy smiled and tipped her glass in the air to the men and then turned back to Doug. "See, I told you no one could tell but me." Doug felt a little nervious and wispered to her, "What do we do if someone trys to hit on us?" "Honey, this is your fantasy. Enjoy it. Just do what ever comes naturally. But when it's all over, we're the ones that are together." Doug smiled at Cindy and rubbed his knee against hers under the table. The feel of nylon against nylon excited them both and Cindy responded by slipping her hand beneath the table cloth and placing it on his leg. As he finished his drink she slowly slid her hand up his leg and toyed with the top of his nylon. Doug felt the tension of his garter strap as she traced the outline of the fastening. He also felt his growing erection and was thankful Cindy had been so thorough in taping his member back. When their meal arrived, Cindy ordered another round of drinks and both attacked the food with a passion. As they finished the dinner Doug saw the two gentlemen head toward their table. He pressed his knee against Cindys and indicated for her to look in their direction. Cindy looked up as the two arrived at the table. She smiled demurely as the taller of the two asked her, "Would you two young ladies care to dance?" The music was slow and so was she in responding, "Why, I think we'd love to. Wouldn't we Darla?" She looked directly at Doug when she said that and could tell he was nervous. Then she accepted the outstreched arm of the shorter of the two men and accompanied him to the dance floor. "Darla, eh? Pretty name, shall we join them?" said the huskier fellow. Doug placed his hand on the mans arm and slowly stood up from the table. The two made their way between the other tables and were soon on the dance floor. Fighting instinct, Doug allowed the man to place his arms around him and then tried hard to follow his lead. As if it came naturally, Doug found out he had no trouble assuming the proper role and soon the two were tightly pressed together. The music drifted among them as Doug became keenly aware of the bulge in his partners pants. He found it exciting that another man was becoming turned on by him and he increased the pressure of his own pelvic area against his partner. The two danced slower, while Doug sensed the urgency of his own masculine appendage. Rythmatically he began pressing his hips harder and harder against his dance partner. The husky gentlemen responded with equal pressure and Doug found himself placing his head deeper into the mans shoulder. As they continued to dance, Doug became very aware of the mans hand pressing more firmly against his back. He could feel his partners hand against the hooks of his bra and this only excited him more. He did not realize the music had stopped when he felt the mans hand slid from his back and drift across his buttocks. With a meaningful pat on Dougs feminine derrire, the man said, "We'll have to do it again, Darla." And as a gentleman, he escorted Doug back to the table. Doug pursed his pink lips and smiled affectionately at the gentleman as he retook his seat. Cindy was now joining them and her partner asked, "How 'bout if we join you two and make an evening of it?" Doug nervously pulled a cigarette from Cindys purse and placed it in his lips. He was searching for the lighter when his dance partner offered a light. As he puffed on the cigarette he heard Cindy feign an excuse of returning to awaiting husbands upstairs and the two men reluctanly bid farwell and departed. Cindy signaled the waitress for the check and told Doug, "I think it's time the two of us get out of here." Doug nodded eagerly and departed with her after she had signed the room number to the tab. They arrived back in their room minutes later without incident and Cindy was only too happy to kick off her shoes and sink into the bed. Doug retrieved the champagne from the bathroom and poured them both a drink. "Well, what did you think of your dream now that you've had a chance to act it out?" Cindy inquired. "It was a little scary at first. And then when those guys asked us to dance, I nearly died. Do you know he got a big hard on and kept rubbing it against me." Cindy chuckled and said, "Well can you blame him. Look at yourself, you really are a beautiful woman. But right now I want that beautiful woman to climb on top of me, or better yet," she hesitated, "I'd rather climb on top of that beautiful woman." Doug dropped to the bed and the two clung desperately together. "Wait," Cindy said, "let's shed a little of this clothing first. I've got another surprise for you." With that she hopped up from the bed and crossed the room to the closet. Deftly she removed two identical floor length satin pegnoir sets and returned to the bed side. "Take everything from your slip on out off," she said as she began also stripping to just her panties, garters, nylons and bra. Doug was quick to follow suit. As soon as the two were shed of their outer garments, Cindy handed one of the gowns to Doug while she placed the other on her own body. Before climbing back in bed she turned down the covers and then placed her small over night bag on the floor next to the bed. Doug laid back on the bed and realized he was extremely excited by the wisps of nylon drapped across his body. Cindy knelt and stradled his hips. The rustle and feel of nylon tricot was everywhere. She slowly started rocking her hips back and forth and could sense Doug enjoyed the smooth frictionless feel of the mingeling female garments. Gently she reached beneath Dougs buttocks and pulled the tape restraining his testicles. When she freed his semi-rigid cock she rolled the front of his panties down and pulled his growing member out. After she hooked the panties beneath his warm balls, she leaned over and retrieved two soft vibrators from her night bag. As Dougs penis became harder she rolled off of him and quickly shed her own panties. Cindy then lubricated both toys and gently inserted one in Dougs quivering anus. As she lowered herself upon his erection she guided the other vibrator into her own anus. "Oh baby," Doug moaned. He was so worked up from all the excitement of the evening he knew he would not be able to hold back much longer. Cindy knew he was near the edge. She sat up as straight as she could and buried his cock deep within herself. Dougs hands were massaging her anal cheeks as he worked the vibrator in and out of her. Cindy used one hand to work the vibrator back and forth in Doug while she kneeded his nipples beneath the bra he wore. With a violent shudder Doug shot cum deep in Cindy. She orgasimed twice as he spent his load. They both remained motionless for an eternity and then slowly Doug started pumping in and out of her again. Within seconds he had regained a rock hard rigidity that Cindy knew would last throughout the night. "Oh darling, darling," she moaned, "I love you so much." Doug continued to pump as she rubbed her hands all over the nylon and lace he wore. With each stroke of her hand the intensity of his movements increased. The effect of lace was so great that Cindy knew she had discovered a means to highten the pleasure both of them shared. After they had both enjoyed countless orgasims they lay cuddled together in a mixture of sensuous clothing. Cindy could not believe the profound effect her suggestion of acting out a dream had had on Doug. Or, for that matter, the effect it had on her. She slowly drifted off to sleep vowing she would continue to live his dream. IV Doug woke first. The realization of saturday morning at the motel flickered through his mind. Awareness of the lingerie he wore flooded his senses. Cindy was still snuggled up next to him and he enjoyed looking at their two bodies dressed similiarly. He caressed her with one hand while he caressed his own body with the other. She woke slowly. She was vaguely sore and suddenly remembered why. Cindy smiled as she opened her eyes and leaned closer to Doug to kiss him. "Feel like a morning swim," she inquired. Doug looked at her questioningly. "I've got a really nice one piece suit for you. You'll love it!" She said. Cindy hopped from the bed and dashed to the bathroom. Doug sat up and looked into the mirror. The wig was a little awry, but the make up was intact. He adjusted the hair piece and flipped on the television set. Cindy reappeared from the other room and tossed him the swim suit. She had alreay pulled on a skimpy suit and had towels in her hand. Doug examine the swim suit and looked puzzled. "How we gonna pull this off," he asked. "Strip down to just your panties, I've got another idea." He did as she bid and then Cindy re-taped his flacid penis back the way she had last night. "Now, pull on the suit and let's see." Doug stepped into the fucia swim suit and pulled it up. The skirted bottom hid any traces of his masculinity and Cindy helped him adjust the blouson top. She then inserted a pair of breast prosthesis into the built in bra of the suit and adjusted them in their confines. "Well, maybe," Doug mused as he looked into the mirror. "But what about the wig?" "You'll just have to keep your head out of the water, or wear this swim cap." Cindy said as she tossed him a rubber cap. She grabbed a pair of towels from the bathroom and picked up the key from on top of the television. "Come on, it's early. We'll have the pool to ourselves." Doug followed her down the hall way and she was right, they had the pool to themselves. After about a half an hour two skinny teenagers showed up and began splashing each other in another corner of the pool. Doug and Cindy decided they had better not press their luck so they got out of the water and dried off. With towels draped over their shoulders they headed back to the room and were just crossing the second floor lobby when the dance partners from the previous evening came up the stairway. Cindy saw the two men and smiled. "Morning," she said as she recognized them. The two men returned the smile and said "Good Morning" in unison. As Doug and Cindy passed by them, the husky fellow that had danced with Doug reached out and patted him on the ass as he walked by. Doug let out a gasp while Cindy just chuckled. "That's something I don't know how to handle." Doug told Cindy as he closed the door behind him. "You'll learn how to play the part." She responded while stepping into the bathroom and adjusting the shower. "How about we shower together?" Doug quickly joined her. When they had finished showering, Cindy laid out a complete outfit on the bed for Doug. Standing with the towel wrapped around himself, he carefully examined the items and then picked up the sanitary belt and pad. "That will probably be more comfortable than wearing tape all day. And it'll be a lot easier to remove when ever you need to go to the toilet." Cindy told him. Doug nodded in acknowledgement and slowly stepped into the contraption. Before pulling it up all the way, he pressed his testicles back and then wiggled the pad into place. The straps rode high on his hips, while the end of the belt disappeared into the cheeks of his ass. Next, he donned the light blue nylon tricot panties and admired the lace trim around the waist and leg bands. He marvelled at how the sanitary pad produced a feminine pubic mound. He quickly picked up the corset and was examining the garment while Cindy dressed. He noticed it had heavy boned stays. The corset laced and hooked in the back, so Doug slid the affair over his arms and positioned it in place. Cindy stepped over and drew the laces tight and then hooked the corset for him. He slipped the silicone prosthesis in each cup of the corsets brassire and then sat on the edge of the bed. While putting on the nylons and fastening them to the garters of the corset, Doug could feel an erection growing. He was thankful the sanitary pad held him secure. Cindy tossed him an embrodiered lace slip and he quickly fitted the sensuous garment to his body. "All of these clothes fit so nicely, and they feel terrific. How did you ever get the right size in everything?" "You forget, dear, I've been buying your clothes for a long time. It wasn't hard to convert your men clothes size to womens clothing." She said. Doug enjoyed the feeling of nylon swaying against his body as he crossed the room to the closet. "Which dress is mine?" He said. "Why don't you try the blue one hanging next to the outfit you wore last night." Doug removed a sky blue dress from the hanger and stepped into it. He pulled the dress on and slipped his arms into it. As he adjusted the puffy sleeves, Cindy zipped it up for him. He liked the mandrin collar and the way the garment clung to his curves. "It's beautiful," he murmered. "I thought you'd like it." Cindy handed him her braclet watch and he fastened it to his wrist. She motioned for him to set at the dressing table and then carefully began applying a light make up. "We'll skip the mascare for daylight wear. I think this blue will match your dress." She said as she dabbed a light powder blue to his eyelids. She blended on small amounts of Cover Girl foundation and said, "We don't want to over do it or that'll just call attention to you." He picked up the lipstick she had set before him and slowly traced the outline of his lips. Cindy was fastening a pair of dangling blue plastic ear rings to his ears and Doug sat patiently observing the process in the mirror. The illusion being created excited him and he could feel his rock hard penis straining at the cotton pad. When Cindy finished she handed him the wig and had him place it on his head. She took a small brush and teased the hair piece until confident it looked proper. "There, I think we're done." Doug slid on a pair of woven straw sandles and fastened the straps around his nylon encased legs. The feel of the nylons rubbing together as he moved his legs about was too much for him. He hoped Cindy did not notice as he shuddered and felt a warm liquid oozing between his legs. He was thankful for the sanitary napkin and made a mental note to take along a spare. When he stood up, Doug took one last look in the mirror and couldn't believe the picture of feminity that stared back at him. "Let's go." Cindy said as she opened the door and waited for him to join. "Where we going." Doug inquired as he stepped into the hallway with Cindy. "I thought we'd get some breakfast and then tour the art museum." She answered. They walked side by side to the stairs and then crossed the lobby to the front door. Again Doug noticed that no one paid any attention to them and he felt comfortable that he could masquerade so easily. "I'll drive." Cindy said as she opened the passenger door for Doug. They had not gotten out of the parking lot before discovering they had a flat tire. "Damn," Cindy said, "of all times for this to happen." She slammed the door as she started to walk around the vehicle to assess the situation. Doug was comming around the front of the car to join her when he heard, "Can we be of assistance ladies." V Doug and Cindy looked up to see their two dance partners nearing the dissabled car. "Hi, I'm Dave and this is Dan." Said the fellow Cindy had been dancing with. "We'll have that fixed in no time. Got a spare in the trunk?" He inquired. "Oh, thank you." Cindy said as she went around the car and placed the key in the trunk. "I don't know what we'd have done if you hadn't come along." Dave removed the jack and wrench from the trunk as Dan set the spare tire on the ground. While Dave began positioning the jack, Dan stepped next to Doug and inquired, "How's Darla this beautiful morning?" Dougs heart was pounding rapidly as he whispered, "Got a little case of laringitist." "Aw, that's too bad." Dan responded. "Maybe you'd like to join us for breakfast. We were just planning to go down the street here to the pancake house. How about it?" Doug shot Cindy a glance and saw her perk up at Dan's suggestion. "That would be wonderful, wouldn't it Darla." Doug nodded meekly and wondered how he would handle the situation. Dave had finished changing the tire and was putting everything back in the trunk. "Why don't you park your car and we'll walk down to the restuarant. It's only half a block away." He said. Cindy agreed and backed the car into the slot. Dan offered his arm to Doug and he limply placed his wrist in the crook of Dans arm. He was glad he still had the false finger nails on as they gave his hands a distinct female appearance. Dave escorted Cindy as the two couples strolled down the side walk. Doug began enjoying the attention Dan was showering upon him. He even appreciated the way Dan held doors open for him and treated him as a woman. He was glad Dan offered to order for him so that 'Darla' wouldn't strain her throat. Nearing the end of their meal, Doug felt Dan place his hand upon his nylon covered leg and his eyes went wide open. Cindy saw the look in her mates eyes and realized what must have happened. She smiled back at Doug and said, "Enjoying yourself, Darla?" Doug could only manage a week nod and continued to pick at the food on his plate. Dans hand had gotten bolder and was slowly inching up his leg. He could feel Dan toying with the top of his nylons and tracing the outline of the garter. Cindy saved him by announcing, "I need to use the powder room. Care to join me Darla?" Doug and Cindy quickly crossed the dining room to the womens rest room. Once inside, Doug looked around and saw they were alone. "He's putting his hands all over me. I don't know what to do." "Don't be so worried honey. He can't do anything as long as we're in a crowd. Enjoy it, and tease him a little. Surely you've been teased by some girl in the past." She made sense, Doug thought. "Well maybe," he started, "I just didn't expect anything like this to happen." "Have all the fun you want, 'cause when we go home we're the ones that are together. I love you and I don't care what I have to do to make you happy." Cindy stopped talking when another women entered the room. She checked her own make up in the mirror as she handed Doug a tube of lipstick. They both returned to the table and Dave and Dan stood up to hold the chairs for the women. Doug had not been seated for more than a minute until he felt Dans' hand once again on his nylon covered knee. As Dans fingers began creeping under the dress, Doug let his own hand rest upon the thigh of his partner. Dan accepted the touch as a signal and quickly slipped his fingers to the crotch of Dougs panties. Feeling the sanitary napkin, Dan momentarily withdrew his hand and then replaced it on the panty covered pad. Dan slowly began applying pressure to the pad and rhythmatically started rubbing it up and down. The feel of the moist pad against Dougs flacid penis caused him to get an instant hard on and he found himself becoming quite excited. As Dan continued to rub the pad, Dan let his own hand drift farther up Dans thigh until he felt a familiar bulge. Cindy and Dave had lapsed into small talk, while it appeared Dan and Doug were slowly finishing their meal. Doug heard Dave mention something about stepping outside for a cigar and Cindy agreeing to join him. Dan too quickly announced he would take care of the bill and Doug looked up to see Cindy departing with Dave. With the other couple gone, Dan increased the frequency of his movements and Doug was breathing quite heavily. He grasped Dans bulge with the tips of his false fingernails and pinched lightly as he began stroking the stiffening member in time to the movements Dan was applying to him. Doug exploded warm, thick juices as he felt Dan shudder and cease his activities with the pad. Doug squirmed slightly to allow the last few drops to drain from him into the awaiting sanitary napkin. For the second time today he was glad the pad was in place as he with drew his hand from Dans crotch. Doug had a contented smile on his face and noticed Dan was wearing a sheepish grin. Both glanced down and saw a small spot appearing as the tent shaped fabric of Dans trousers began to sink back down. "I guess I'd better head back to the room." Dan said meekly.