It was black lace and had the size 34 dd on the label. Wow I thought, the sight of them made my cock jump in my pants.I then searched furiously for an... underwear that she might have changed out of, but couldn't find any. I had a quick spy at the other outfits hung up and then exited the room for the first time._________________________________I must have missed her returning to her room for the first time and just caught her from behind once again after her 2nd outfit change. This time she came. I totally stripped off and stood in front of themirror naked. I wondered if removing the clothes would have a reverseeffect and make me a man again. But I stood in front of the mirror andnothing changed. I remained female, and in all fairness, I was glad.Having become a woman, I certainly didn't want to change back.But I then went about the reason I'd returned to the fitting room: mymale clothes - but they had gone! All I found in their place was a lady'shandbag. It was full of everything that. She fucked me well that night. In the morning, both of us were aroused by the doorbell. It was the milkman. I asked for her forgiveness as I was supposed to rise much earlier. She ordered me to address him immediately. I started to change my clothes. She said angrily, “By whose permission are you doing that?” I said, ” but how can I go outside in this dress?” She said, “It seems that you need one more session.” I said sorry to her and quickly rushed towards the entrance door. The idea of. She just took off her shirt and shorts leaving her black lace front hook bra and black lace panties on and started to make her way slowly into the hot tub with us. As she was joining us, Steven moved over and sat beside me in the seat and my wife sat on the other seat, one on each side of me. We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn’t say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was.