First Night
By Demi Jarnstoor
Next came the white sculptured top, and Mike looked down admiringly at the mounds on his chest. He stepped into the skirt; the waist was elasticated and very easy to adjust.
He tried it with just the last few buttons undone near the hem. He undid more buttons, two at a time, and tested the effect by walking up and down. He finally settled on about three quarters undone. Mike put the sandals on, and walked up and down some more. He was aware for the first time of the sensual effect of the skirt moving against his legs as he walked. But it wasn't complete yet.
There was a male hairstyle and hairy legs to be sorted, and make-up to be applied. The ever helpful Mandy said she would help with all that.
The night of the party came and Mike got his bundle out of the house without his mum seeing it. He drove the short distance to Mandy's flat, his heart thumping with anticipation. Mandy's husband Tom was out when Mike arrived. She ushered him into the box room and gave him her shaver.
"You'll have to do something with those legs." She smiled and left the room.
Mike stripped to his underwear and began shaving his legs. He decided to shave under his arms too, and then removed most of the body hair he could reach. Mike tingled inside as he slipped the stockings on. Everything that touched his silky smooth legs felt strange, exotic and exciting. Mike finished dressing and called Mandy.
She came in wearing just her French knickers. Mike was used to seeing Mandy less than fully undressed, but he had never seen her topless. As she painted his finger nails and set about restyling his hair, he pondered on the unusual relationship Tom and Mandy had. He wasn't sure they actually went wife swapping, but they both played the field independently. He was sure Tom wouldn't think anything of seeing Mandy half naked with a man dressed as a woman.
Tom arrived home at that moment, put his head round the door, smiled, and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. Mandy finished Mike's hair and applied hi make-up. He peered at himself in the mirror and. Who was that looking back? It wasn't Mike. But it was Mikki!
Mike watched the television for half an hour while Tom and Mandy got themselves ready. Mike couldn't settle. He practised trying to walk elegantly, with some success. Then Mandy and Tom came into the lounge, and demonstrated their Pantomime Horse costume.
They gathered up their bottles and cans, and left the flat, walking a short distance down the road to Tom's Car. The wind blew Mike's skirt open to reveal the stocking tops and suspenders. Some passers-by stared at his exposed thighs, and a rush of adrenalin surged through his veins.
He half turned towards them and the wind lifted high enough for them to see his lacy briefs: they whistled appreciatively. From that moment, Mike was hooked - he would have to do this again!
The party was a pleasant enough affair, teeming with pantomime dames but only one Snow White. Several people thought he was a girl: a testimonial to Mandy's skill with hair and make-up. Mandy danced with Mike several times, always when there was a slow, smoochy record on. She held him close, pressing her body against his.
Towards the end of the evening, Mandy took Mike upstairs away from the noise to talk. "Well Mike, how are you enjoying being dressed up?"
"It's great!" He paused. "The only problem I've got is when I get excited."
Mandy's brow furrowed into a question.
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