RANSVESTIA

Joe entered the house but didn't see Ellen. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the bedroom getting dressed. Want to help me?"

This was the type of invitation Joe was waiting for as he felt it could lead to other things. As he walked into her bedroom he was surprised to see her sitting with just her pale blue panties on at the dressing table. "Where have you been the last couples of days?"

"Oh, bumming around, keeping out of trouble," he stated.

"I expected you would be back before now. Since you're here, help me get dressed, my pretty boy."

This embarrassed Joe a little but he said nothing. "Hand me the blue brassiere on the chest of drawers, will you?" Joe picked up the bra and walked over and gave it to her.

"Thanks, Joe, you're sweet. Now look in the top drawer there and pick out a slip for me. We'll see what kind of taste you have."

Joe began to look through the drawer holding those soft silky slips, recalling the one he had worn the other night. He picked out a short dark slip with lace at top and bottom and handed it to Ellen. "Good selection, Joe, this is one of my favorites and goes well with the panty and bra. Now pick out some panty hose from the second drawer."

Joe selected a pair of black sheer hose and handed them to her. "Come here and help me put these on," she commanded. More and more Joe was responding to her every demand, becoming more intrigued with this beautiful older woman.

"How would you like to help me today, Joe? I have a lot of cleaning up to do around here."

"I was hoping you would ask me to stay as I certainly enjoy being with you."

"Fine. Well, if you're going to help me I think you should dress for the part."

"What do you mean?" asked Joe.

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