Ransvestia

"Well, when we were going out you suggested that I move in here so that we could make constructive use of the time. My vacation is next month, and if you were serious, I could talk someone into swapping with me."

"Now that sounds like a groovey idea. We could be together all day and all night long." Sue replied with interest.

It was with a good deal of regret that Barbara changed back into Bill. A slight smile touched his lips as he scrubbed off the makeup. “The hell of it is I thought that I'd be embarrassed or at least uncomfortable." he thought to himself. After the cool softness of the nylons and the freedom of a skirt, his pants seemed to inhibit every movement. With a couple of the pictures in his hand he kissed Sue good night and drove home.

Diane was asleep when Bill returned, so he went straight to bed. But not to sleep, for the memories of a tight girdle around the hips, of the nylons fitting like a second soft skin, and those of a million other things poured through his mind. Finally, quite a bit later, he dozed off.

The next morning did not find him looking and feeling bright eyed. Diane, however, was as cheerful as ever.

"Good morning, Bill," she said, smiling.

"Ugh. 'morning" he mumbled.

"What's the matter? You look like you should have been buried a week ago."

"You should see these eyes from the inside. Nothing serious, though. Just couldn't get to sleep."

“Here, drink some coffee, maybe it will wake you up.”

"Thanks, Diane, are the eggs ready?”

"Right here. What kept you awake? Worried about our little wager?"

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"Huh? Oh . no . . . not exactly. What kind of stakes did you say? Dinner for two at a restaurant of the winner's choice, wasn't it?”

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