Sundays were a Dodd.e as long as you did the occasional patrol of the largevsite which fronted the River Lea and posed a high fire risk and the piles ...f cardboard waste were always subject to spontaneous combustion especially in hot summer. One Sunday after I,d gone a couple of weeks with no sex with my wife as she,d not been well and then I,d been working long hours so unbeknownst to me Sarah had talked her parents into driving over to collect our two c***dren and take them back to their house. For the five months I stayed with him, I lived in the clothes that he bought for me any time I was in the home. He told me I was a good looker even though, when I looked in the mirror, I felt I looked like a guy trying out dresses for the first time, unconvincingly. We rarely had sex with me dressed in the clothes (excepting the odd blow job) but he loved to undress me and loved to have sex with me wearing one or two pieces of lingerie or any nightdress or nightshirt. He wanted me naked,. I was on the couch that night.Then next day we dropped our daughter off at the day care and went to get some of my things form our storage unit. We were kissing and touching each other like mad. When we had finished loading the car, we went to a buddy's place. He had given me the key in case things didn't go well with Jo.We raced to the bedroom stripping each other and ourselves as we went. We were nude when we hit the bed. It was a fast, hard fuck. It was only a few minutes before she started. "Are yes." He smiled. "I was expecting a new mannequin for the main floor. Lingerie I think best." Anything you say." A wicked smile appeared across the male face of Steve's real body as the mannequin was carried back to the elevator and the main floor. "You'll look lovely. EVERYONE coming in and out of the store will be sure to spot you."As Steve stood frozen and half naked while watching people pass by, his former self went to lingerie and picked out a bra. He then returned to Steve and.