Hell, he wouldn't even get his nails painted. Howdoes it feel to wear your partners clothes?" It's just shorts and a t-shirt, so it's not that much di...frent fromguys clothes."She smiled. "Is it really just shorts and a t-shirt?"Before I could answer Wendy interrupted. "Come on ladies, what colournail polish should he have?"They all crowded around the tray of nail polish, picking bottles up,discussing them and then replacing them. Finally they agreed on acolour. Wendy returned to the desk and. I placed my hand on her inner thigh massaging slowly upward until I could feel the warmth where her legs met. She lifted slightly pressing against my hand. I was nervous and fearful not being one for foreplay and wondering how my lack of liking such things would help or hinder my ability to please a woman. I knew how I liked to be touched but new each person was different. Maybe the idea itself and the newness of this tryst could carry us through where experience was lacking. I'd. Fifteen minutes later, everything was ready and set out with three jars of mustard and paper plates. I opened three biscuits, spread a bit of spicy bustard on one side of each, and then placed a sausage patty on it. Closed up, it was good. We had a quick prayer after my father came in. We ate and I went to change into my church clothes. I didn’t wear a tie but did wear a sports coat. Morgan went to her room and came out just after me wearing a dress. It was one she had worn to church with me. .. My cellphone vibrated on the night stand beside my bed. I groggily felt around in the dark until I got a hold of it. Half asleep and blinded by the bright light of the screen my heart skipped a beat when I read the short worded text message sent from Mistress. “It’s on” was all it read. I knew that everything I knew about myself, and any morals I had were soon going to be altered and destroyed.Let’s go back to the start and allow me to elaborate on the situation that changed everything for.