RELUCTANT PRESS

Well, I thought, nice of them to take my plans into consideration! Looks like the rest of the day was all decided. It really was getting to a point where I needed to put my foot down. But I said nothing and dutifully resumed my ironing.

I finished the dress and carefully checked it to make sure it was perfect. I took pride in my ironing skills. I was dreamily doing the soft silky slip when I heard Susie call me. I quickly finished and ran upstairs with the dress and slip. Susie was standing at her bathroom mirror with a towel around her head and another around her chest. Once again, the girdle kept my excitement under control.

I got her rollers and things from the closet while she sat at her vanity in the bedroom. She had picked up a magazine and waited for me to attend to her. Without a word, I removed the towel on her head and gently combed out her long hair. Using setting gel on each strand I worked efficiently rolling her hair on large smooth plastic rollers, making sure that every little piece of stray hair was secured with pins. Covering the set with a purple hair net, I adjusted the hood of the dryer over the rollers. Throughout all this, not a word was said as Susie continued to read. I had been through this enough times to know the procedure well. I got her shaving things and with a towel on the floor and a bowl of warm water, I lathered her legs and shaved them smooth. Next, I checked to see what color nail polish she wanted and proceeded to do her toes and fingers. This finished, I checked to see if she was dry and decided that she needed a few more minutes. This gave me a chance to clean her bathroom and pick up her discarded clothes. As usual, despite all my complaints, everything was dropped on the floor. Would she ever learn?

"Hey, I think I'm done," Susie called from the bedroom. No doubt she was "done" as it had taken me twenty minutes to get her bathroom in order.

She had tilted back the dryer hood and waited for me to check that she was dry, which I knew she was.

I went through the pretense of feeling the rollers and she was dry indeed. She would have been mad at me if I had made her sit any longer than necessary under the hot dryer. "Yeah, it should be all right. By the time you're finished

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

dressing it should be ready to take down. Your clothes are all laid out for you."

"Why don't you stay and help me dress. I'm really tired today," Susie urged quite casually, making me quite nervous. Sure, I had been around Susie while she paraded around in her underwear and there had been those times with the girls together, but this opened up a whole new experience. Susie had taken off her terry robe, dropping it on the floor of course, and stood before me wearing nothing but a head full of rollers and a hair net. I must have hesitated before I reacted as I heard Susie say, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I was not sure what the proper protocol was for such a situation. Did I start with the bra or the panties? Did it make any difference? I had already picked out her underwear and laid it on the bed. It was my favorite set, white with lace overlay. I found myself reaching first for the panties and with shaking hands held the waist open for Susie to step into and pulled them up in place. Next I did the bra, positioning the cups over her breasts and still shaking, had difficulty with the hooks.

"For crying out loud, Dannielle, don't make a big deal over this," Susie complained sharply. "You're only dressing me, for gosh sakes. It's not like you're getting laid or something!"

I was surprised at her outburst and language. Maybe this was not a big thing for her, but for an innocent boy like myself, albeit over eighteen, this was a big deal!

The bra in place and the straps straight, it looked like the next thing was the garter belt. This was relatively easy, just snapping it around her waist but, at Susie's instructions, I had to pull the garters under her panties and out the leg openings. And I sure fumbled with that procedure!

Susie sat on the bed while I very carefully rolled the sheer stockings up her legs and attached the four garters on each side. By this time, my shaking had stopped but I was as excited as hell, my enlarged cock straining uncomfortably against the confines of the girdle.

She stood while I guided the slip over her roller-enlarged head and, though it fell in place pretty much by itself, I could not resist the excuse to run my hands down her beautiful

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