It was April. "What did you lose" I replyed. " My you know". I did know what she lost but I played along . "No April I don't know What did you lose?" ... "My panties". said April. I wrapped them around my cock after the hot tube Oh they felt so good around my cock I wanted to sleep with them aroungd my cock so I did. " Jay my panties". April came over to me and sat down." Then what are you wearing now?." I asked as I turned on the light. Bam !!! There she was in a spaghetti string top knee high. A few minutes later Carol was looking at a fairly pretty young teenagegirl in the full length mirror. "Oh shit!" H exclaimed as he examinedhis reflection. "I look like a girl. I really do." See honey," his mother said, "I just knew that you could pull thisoff. However wearing girl's clothing does not make you a girl. You aregoing to have to learn how to walk, move your arms and hips in atotally different manner between now and Saturday morning when we go tomeet Beatrice. Come on back into the. My wardrobe consisted of a black maids uniform, two or three short skirtsof different colours and styles from pleated to pencil skirts, that wereso tight I could just about walk in them, blouses with long or shortsleeves, some with puffed up shoulders, some with just straps.My dressing table drawers had all different compartments. In them were myfrilly panties, which matched all of my bras. I had uplift ones, halfcup, full cup and my most hated one of all was made of a very stiffmaterial and. They both threw themselves into the music, and danced together as if they had been partners for years – their moves mirroring each other perfectly in time to the beat. Their bodies moved together as one, touching, sliding, and gyrating together as they lost themselves in the heavy rhythm of the music. It was effortless, as they danced on, song after song, working up a sheen of perspiration as their bodies worked out to the drumming beat. The music and dance energized Brooke, as did the.