And it only served to show off how much effort I'd putinto keeping myself fit through the years.My eyes drifted to the rather noticeable outline of th... pecs pushingagainst the front of the dark blue t-shirt. I'd seen them enough timesin the mirror to know that they were more like what one would find on aguy in his mid-thirties, not one who was approaching fifty-five.I suddenly wondered what it would feel like to touch those hardmuscles. Sure, I'd touched them thousands of times before, but. Don't get me wrong,I'm not gay, in fact just the opposite, I like girls and I have agirlfriend. Her name is Kyren. I not only like girl, but I like to weargirl's clothes.This weekend is a 3-day holiday weekend and Kyren went home to see herparents for their 25th wedding anniversary. So, I decided I would spendthe whole weekend as a girl.I am fully dressed as a girl, from head to toe. My underwear consistsof a pink C cup bra and French blue bikini cut cotton panties. I thinkcotton is more. Next she pulled herpanties down to her thighs, showing her whole bum to meas well as the reflected image of her mound with its neatbush of black curly hairs. Again, she stood still with handsat her sides to let me examine her.This was truly a vision of beauty. Underwear pulled downfar enough to show me things that only her most intimatecompanion should see. Firm body, very well put togetherwith nice “bits”, on display for me to get my rocks offover. And she encouraging me to look. I’m a private investigator.’ ‘I beg your pardon!’ I was caught completely off guard. ‘Do you find that hard to believe?’ she challenged. ‘No … no … not at all, but … well this is too weird to be a coincidence. I’ll take you up on your offer to talk about it later.’ I got a big smile and a nod from her. I began to breathe again. When she shrugged her coat off her shoulders, I got a better look at the woman. I had already determined that she was in her early thirties. Her hair was flaxen blonde,.