He took the filmy undergarments and closed the door. Although he had become accustomed to handling lingerie, and even to discussing the merits of his line, he felt embarrassed to be putting them on. They felt so different!

Since he had no choice, he slipped the panties on, and then struggled to get into the tight fitting panty girdle. It was quite an experience. His masculinity was threatening to expose itself. Very hesitantly he opened the door and walked out.

“Lovely. . . Russ honey. Just lovely. Did you notice that those pretty panties were made by Miss Vanity?"

"No I didn't" he admitted. "It took all I could do to put them on. I feel so ridiculous."

"You certainly don't look that way. Come on to me, and I'll get you all fixed up. You'll need to practive walking in heels for a while, before we leave."

He moved over to her side very slowly, as if debating whether to go through with it or not.

"Russ honey.. don't worry. It'll work out like I told you. You will make a convincing girl once you are made up and everything. Just let Janice do the work and you do what I tell you. Right?"

“Okay . . . But I won't tell you I'll relax. I wonder if I'll ever relax again!"

"Sure you will," she promised, as she wrapped a padded bra around his hairless chest, after slipping it over his outstretched arms. When she had it fastened tightly, she held out the slip. "Over your head, so bend over and extend your arms." As he complied, she helped him on with it, and smoothed the hem of it in place.

"Now your nylons", she commented, and led him back to the bed. "Sit there and slip them on. This was another emotional experience, to feel the hose slipping up his smoothly shaven legs. She helped with the garter tabs and then with the high heeled pumps.

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