RELUCTANT PRESS

"Danny, we've gone this far so I don't understand why you won't let me do just a few more things to make you look nice." Ignoring my protest, she distributed the lather over the length of my leg and began removing the foam, and my leg hair, with slow, steady strokes of the razor from my ankle to my knee. When she was done she invited me to feel my legs and I was shocked at the smooth feel of the skin and the somewhat feminine look of my legs.

Susie told me I needed a few more minutes and left the room. It was at least ten minutes later when she returned and I saw that she had changed into a very pretty, light blue dress and even had a string of pearls around her neck.

She shut off the dryer and reached under the bonnet to check if I was dry. In so doing, she pressed up against me and I had all I could do to keep my erection down, fearing that it would spring out from the loose robe.

"All set," declared Susie and removed the bonnet. "Let's leave the rollers in until later. Dinner is ready."

"Ah, shouldn't I get dressed before we eat?"

"No," was all that Susie said, taking my hand and leading me to the dining room. Along the way I passed in front of a full length mirror in the hall. What I saw was what should have been a young man about to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. Instead, I saw someone that resembled me totally, in pink, literally, from head to toe. I must have paused just a fraction of a second too long.

"Pretty," said Susie with a hint of mockery, or so I thought.

The dining room table was set formally with linen tablecloth and napkins and two lighted candles. Mrs. Wales too had changed into a pretty dress and stood behind her chair at the head of the table. Under any circumstances, and in any place, I would have felt strange sitting down to eat with my hair in curlers and wearing just a terry cloth robe. So now, in this setting, with the women looking so splendid in their good clothes, I felt like I had entered the twilight zone.

As we were about to sit, Mrs. Wales gently reminded me that a gentleman always held the chair for a lady and so, even though I did not feel anything like a gentleman I walked around the table and held the chair first for Susie and then for Mrs. Wales.

RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

There was a tureen of pea soup, my favorite, on the table and Mrs. Wales ladled portions into our bowls. There was a silver covered dish with a small candle underneath in the middle of the table and when we had finished our soup, Mrs. Wales removed the cover to reveal my favorite food, lasagna. I had expected something much more fancy in this setting. The incongruities continued. For dessert, Susie carried in a birthday cake with eighteen candles. It had pink frosting and roses, which I thought was strange for a boy. It was angel food, another of my favorites. I had not remembered ever telling Susie about what I liked to eat and suspected that Mrs. Wales must have talked to my mother.

I wondered what else they had talked about.

Like a gentleman, I offered to help Mrs. Wales clear the table and do the dishes but she declined, saying that this was my birthday and besides, we had to get ready to go out.

Susie left the room and came back with two gift wrapped boxes. They too had floral patterned paper with pink ribbons. I figured that this was probably normal for two women without a man in the house. I had not expected gifts and was taken aback by their generosity. The top one was from Susie and contained something very light, wrapped in tissue paper. "Oh, how lovely!" I blurted out without thinking, lifting up a pair of the most feminine panties I had ever seen. They were pink satin with several rows of white ruffled lace across the bottoms.

I realized my blunder and turned a deep red. A boy should not have been excited to get panties for his birthday. "Ah,...who are these for?" I asked, trying to recover. "For you, silly," said Susie, hugging me from behind. "Don't you just love them? See what else is in there."

Oh boy! There was a matching bra and garter belt. "They're all very...ah...nice, but I don't understand why you are giving me girl's things for my birthday."

"Just be patient, you'll find out," said Susie.,"Open my mother's present!,"

That box contained a half slip which completed the set. There was also a pair of white, textured nylons under the slip. Now I truly felt that I had entered the twilight zone. "Bring your gifts and let's go get ready," said Susie excitedly.

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