.clothes she knew Patti would fit into sincehe wasn't too large...clothes suited perfectly to a budding sissy. Sheheld out a lacy half-slip and sugges...ed that Patti should put it on. "Itmight help hide that ugly lump in the front of 'her' panties!" She saidwith a snicker. With some firm encouragement Mary got him to step intothe short half-slip, which she pulled up around his middle. "Well ithides it a little!" She announced, then without saying another word sheslipped her hands under the slip. I’ve never been with a woman, yet she is my one fantasy. As I lay back on the bed, I picture her, her shapely legs, her nylon stockings, her breasts encased in her lace bra, her suit, in my imagination she unbuttons her blouse, her nipples standing hard in her white lace bra. I pull my skirt up, my hand touches my crotch, my pantyhose feel damp to my touch, my panties have slipped inside my wet pussy. I rub my finger along the line of my labia, they feel open and welcoming to my touch. She. It didn't really work in my case, some of the tougher guys from the big cities bullied me. It didn't help that part of the course meant performing a play and our director casting me as a teenage girl. I had to wear a dress, put a wig on and make up. The bullies could see I loved it. They delighted in pulling up my skirt and showing the others my erection. But I've never forgotten how I felt at the time. Wearing women's clothes just seemed right somehow."If you're really lucky your wife will. Fiona was dressed in a cream trouser suit, obviously a silkmix and very expensive, it really suited her and the flowing trousersclung to her hips sculpting her pert firm buttocks wonderfully, weslipped into our jackets and then went to the theatre for the earlyperformance, as we sat our arms were touching and the feeling of flesh,soft female flesh was quite a sensual experience, after the show, Fionahelped me on with my jacket, brushing her hand down my arms causing me toshudder; of course I.