ransvestia

I was embarrassed, but I simply couldn't resist. I took the clothes to the bedroom and tried them on.

It was a mistake. Once I tried them, I was hooked. I was hooked by the puffy way the skirt spread out over my hips and down in a froth of soft folds, and the sharp contrast between the fullness of the skirt and the sleek, tight bodice. But what hooked me even more was the way I had looked in the girdle and bra. The girdle, as I had thought it would, gave me the gentle plumpness of a woman, but it was the bra that real- ly set me off. It had substantial pads but only in the bottoms of the cups. With a little coaxing, I was able to draw the natural plumpness of my breasts into two round orbs only partly covered by the lacy cups. It really looked as if I had a woman's breasts. Even without a dress, I had the figure of a woman. I put on the blouse, and found that by adjusting the drawstring right, I could bring the neckline low enough to suggest real breasts, like some well endowed country girl. I suppose I should have been ashamed to appear so feminine, but I wasn't. I was proud.

"My," she said, coming into the room, "that's a little more than I expected."

It made me blush.

"Here's what you're going to do," she said. "On Saturday, everybody from the front office is coming over here for a shower. It's for Ilse, who's Austrian. I thought it would be fun to have a Tyrolean motif. We'll decorate the apartment with travel posters and things. You can pretend to be a Tyrolean serving girl. None of these people know you, so they will think you have been hired for the occasion.”

I gulped. I did sound like a lot of fun, but even more, it would give me a chance to show people how I looked - people I wouldn't have to face again.

"What if I got caught again?" I asked.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," she chided.

"Do you think I could?”

She shrugged. I went back to the mirror and took another look. In spite of my experience with the boys, I found myself thinking that I could get away with it. My face was as feminine as her's was. My arms and legs were a little more muscular than her's, but not nearly as

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