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THE POWER OF SEXY
By Flygirlxoxox

My name is Alan Ambrosio and this is my story. As it happend.

Yes I am a boy and a typcal one. I have always been fascinated by girls. Their hair, their smells, their curves, their clothes, the way the walk, the way they talk....

At age 15 I have been involved in sports. I am quite good and very competitive. My problem...girls. Girls to me are like kryptonite to superman. I can be doing something confidently, intently and-- a pretty girl comes up to me and look! Its captian corky....

I have started going to the gym and my plan is to do so all summer long. I am trying to bulk up a little for upcoming football season. I am having pretty good luck for my age...but I wish I could do a little better. I have always been a little on the thin side my dad says its because I take after my mom. I don't see it...But whatever....

Even though the best part of my story began about two years ago, I remember it as vividly as if it were today....

While at the gym, I had been working out extemely hard and as I was walking up to the drinking fountain, there was one of the absolute hottest girls I have ever seen( in or out of print) drinking from of it.

You know the type -- long toned legs, perfect ankle to calf ratio...dark tanned skin,long dark hair with just enough highlights, a cute round butt in pink short short shorts with white sporty sripes--

Her long legs seemed to reach out forever toward white and pink shoes, further emphasizing her perfect skin. Her eyes, and eyebrows were the type that... oh no she caught me staring at her through the mirror...

"Ya, know" she said with a smirk as she turned around, "I only go for guys with long hair and a tan" she winked.

I felt small under my recently buzzed crewtop and invisible with my pasty white skin.

Then she added "I can't help you with the first, but here is my card if you are interested in improving the second." "My name is Ell, by the way."

Before I could stammer a word, she handed me her card, spun on her heel and was gone out the front door. Ijust stood there like an idiot while she walked -- no glided away--you know the way some girls have that ability to be art in motion no matter what they are doing?...

Finally I came to my senses and looked at the card she gave me. It said "GLAMOUR TAN where we bring your darker nature to the surface." -Ell Victorian - Sales Associate. 25% off your first tanning package.

I knew GLAMOUR TAN. It is next door to the gym. 'long hair and tans' I thought. Long hair and tans are for girls. Well at least the long hair part. She must have been messing with me. She must have been just trying to get an easy tanning sale. -At least that is what I told myself...

I quickly smelled the card -- it smelled heavenly. I sighed and put it in my pocket and went back to my workout. As I continued to work out I couldn't seem to concentrate on what I was doing. All I could see were Ell's dark eyes and the all knowing wink.

Thinking of her was intoxicating My heart was still pounding, but not from the workout. My hard earned money for a tanning package? I don't think so. I will get tanned playing football later this summmer. For now I really need to concentrate on bulking up for the season...

Still, 25% off sounds like a pretty good deal to me... Over the next day and a half, I couldn't stop thinking about Ell. The image of those long perfect legs were haunting me. The next two times I went to the gym, It was like a magnet was pulling me towards Ell and Glamour Tan.

I walked in the gym and once again I couldn't concentrate. Those dark legs and those eyes were calling out to me. Without realizing what I was doing, I found myself walking back outsideof the gym and towards Glamour Tan and Ell.

I stood there outside kicking the ground for a few moments. I could feel my heart pounding.... What would I say to her? She is going to think I'm just another sucker buying something I don't need based on thinking with the wrong head.

Yet, I knew I had to see her agin no matter what! Finaly I got up the nerve to walk in the door....

Of course a loud bell goes off to let everyone in the world know you are there for some fake and bake... oh well-- no turning back now.

There she was putting some type of lotion in cups. I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly colored skin and the way she moved her body doing such a simple task. "Be right with ya" she said without looking up.

A moment later she said with a wicked grin"Mr. Drinking fountain-- you decided to stop buy!"

My face went bright red as I stammerd , "Hi, My name is Alan, I thought I might try out this tanning thing."

"You are going to be so glad you did, you are going to look totally hot with a tan, much better than that Redface." She winked again and laughed playfully. She was enjoying this.

"Have you ever been tanning before?" She asked.

-"uh." I started to reply...

"Didn't think so" She said teasingly. "Here I need you to fill out this form, And here are a few pointers: "number 1 always go naked...except cover your business with a sock. He won't like the sunshine....Number 2 always use lotion" (She waved to a display with about 5 dozen different types) "Number three always use eye protection, and number 4 if you really want to get the most of your tan and tan quickly, use the special dark tanning, skin softening excelerator tablets. You get them free with your first tanning package."

"Sounds pretty good" I said. "What do you recommend"

"Glad you asked. Here are two tanning excelerator tablets and here is bronzer 1 lotion it is for beginners." Oh, and you only want to go for about 5 minutes to start."

"Thanks" I replied.

"The bed will come on automatically in 5 minutes, so go get started!"--"Bed # 7"

I grabbed the lotion, and took the tablets at the drinking fountain by the desk.

She smiled mischieveously as I swallowed the tanning tablets and said "sweet dreams" as I walked down to room #7.

Quickly I locked the door and stripped down. I coverd my entire body with lotion as quickly as possible, wishing I had a certain someone to put the lotion on my back for me.

A few moments later the bed came on. I put on my goggles, put a sock over my package laid down on the bed and closed the lid.

The gentle humm and warmth of the bed felt wonderful. I can't remember the last time I was so relaxed. The five minutes went by way too fast and the next thing I knew the lights were off and a bell went off.

As I climbed out of the bed, I looked in the mirror and didn't notice any tan or anthing. I stuck out my chest, flexed my abs and biceps. Not bad I thought. I put my clothes back on and headed back toward the front desk.

"How was it" Ell aked.

"Relaxing" I smiled.

"Great -- I am glad you enjoyed it. She said. Now one more thing, here are a couple more tanning tablets I want you to take them before bed. Now these are brand new on the market so don't tell anyone else you are getting them. We only give them to 'special' clients.....Now don't forget to take them and I will see you tommorrow for round two!"

I walked out the door on cloud 9. It was worth it to to have to buy a tanning package to be able to talk to Ell. I knew I had to keep things cool so I didn't freak her out, but I couldn't help thinking about her every second.

The day was rather uneventful. Daydreaming about Ell and getting ready for school and football season to start. It was barely the beginning of summer vacation, so I had a long time to get ready. And hey if I never got anywhere with Ell, maybe my new tan would help me get some other chicks once school started back up.

As I got ready for bed, I rememberd to take the tablets. Strange I thought.. but anything for Ell. ....

As the next few weeks went by my routine was pretty much the same. I would sleep in, go tanning and work out.

My tan was slowly getting darker, and Ell seemed to really like it, she always complemented me on how good I was looking .

Slowly we began having small conversations about the weather, school, her job, the gym any excuse I could get to stare at her.

One thing that was starting to concern me was my gym time. Lately I felt like I was getting weaker. It seemed like the weights that I was lifting a few weeks ago were starting to feel a lot harder. This was supposed to be getting easier.

Also I noticed that my body, although still very lean, was gaining a softness to it. I figured I just wasn't doing enough cardio and started increasing my cardio to one hour instead of 20 minutes and started spending more time lifting....

After another few weeks, I walked into the tanning salon and Ell said, "hey, I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie with me instead of the gym today... your hair is starting to get a little longer" She smiled and winked.

"Sounds Great" I said!

"Wonderful, now here are your tanning tabs, your lotion and I believe you are up to 20 minute-- Go jump in the bed and I will be gettin ready to go."

I Gulped down the tanning tablets and bolted for the room #7. 20 minutes already? That was the full tan time! I thought to myself.-- This must all be working.

I quickly began undressing and as I started putting the lotion on I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was looking really tan already. Not as dark as Ell, but way darker than I have ever been before. Also I noticed that my muscle was really looking small and my butt seemed to be getting a little bigger. I also kind of found myself liking what I saw...in a wierd way...

Anyhow I will worry about that later. Just need to do more squats and lunges to get my butt back, more arm work an I will be back to normal in no time.

I hopped in the bed and drifted away with thoughts of Ell dancing through my head. I couldn't believe we were going to go anywhere together. I was such a stud...

...as the lights went dark, Ell grabbed my hand and quickly moved it onto her knee... I froze in delight as I felt the warm silky smoothness of her knee. My fingers slowly began corressing it and my hand started to slowy climb from her knee to her thigh. I felt the hem of her skirt and slowly slipped my fingers underneath and began inching my way up...she grabbed my hand and encouraging me to move faster the slight moan she wisperd in my ear with a quick nibble to my lobe found us quickly in a tight lip lock...just as my tongue started to slip my way through her teeth, of all things, the fire alarm went off in the movie theater...

..No it was just the tanning bed going off. It had been 20 minutes. Part of me groaned to be interrupted from such a sweat fantacy dream...and the other part was overjoyed with the prospect of my dream becomming a reality over the next few hours.

As I got up to change back into my clothes, I couldn't help looking at myself in the mirror. I was really starting to get dark my skin was looking great, but I really seemed to be losing the definition of muscle I had worked so hard to gain.

My body looked slightly different but I couldn't quite put my finger on it...As I pulled on my pants, I couldn't help but notice how tight the butt was getting, yet around my waist I had inches to spare...

No matter, it was time to go see Ell.

Ell was waiting at the front desk when I came out. "My, My, you are look'in good!" "That tan is really bringing out your true self, Allie!" Ell said with a beaming smile.

"Allie"? Only my mom calls me that--when I am in trouble I thought. Ell can call me whatever she wants though, I don't mind.

"So what do you want to go see?" I asked.

"Well...there isn't much playing, but I have to be back to work in 2 hours, the only thing that would work is WHITE CHICKS..." --"Is that OK with you?-- My treat."

In my mind I was trying to remember if I knew what it was about...in reality I didn't care...maybe I should have-- but the thought of going anywhere with Ell was more than I could imagine.

"Sounds good" I replied.

Luckily for me, the theater was in the same parking lot as the gym and the tanning salon... My mom and I were at ends about driving and I didn't want to look like a car-less loser in front of Ell. Especially on our fist -date- I am excited.

When Elll stepped out from behind the counter, I was a little dissapointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of a short mini. -- I would survive.

As we began walking over to the Theater, She said, "Thanks for going with me today."

She slipped her arm through mine, -- a safe move for her but exhillerating for me, although it was nothing more than two girl friends, or a brother and sister might do.

"So, getting all buffed up for football season"... she winked and pinched my upper arm "ohh, niiicccee" She overemphasized much like a mom would trying to please her kid."

"Yeah, trying" I replied. "But lately it seems like I am not getting anywhere and I don't seem to be as muscular as I was a few weeks ago...I think I have even lost a little weight"

"Really" she stated with a questioning look on her face, She glanced me up and down at me and said "I think you are looking extremely hot compared to a few weeks ago."

I would have frenched her right there, but for some reason I wasn't feeling quite as manly.

"Thanks I replied I'm trying" I said.

"Besides" she added "I don't really like those giant boys pounding on each other-- what makes you want to do it anyway."

..Ok warning how do I reply to this...the obvious answer to me was to get chicks but here is a hotter than hot chick clinging on my arm telling me she could care less about football players...

"Most guys just do it to get the chicks" she said knowingly..."But it seems to me that if they wanted to spend time with chicks --cheerleading would be a better option" She said with a sarcastic laugh and smile.... "Anyway you were telling me WHY you want to play football..."

She stopped turned me to her face staring me in the eyes.

"Um...because of my Dad I guess. He played football, and he says it will toughen me up, build character and turn me into a man." I said, staring at my toes.

"Into a man...how sad." She whispered, as if to no one in particular.

"What do you mean"? I aked.

"Oh, nothing.......(she paused)...........I just don't see what is so great about being manly, fighting wars, smelling bad, stressing, Body hair--gross." She stuck out her tougue..." I guess I am just Sooo0 glad that I am a girl." She emphasised. " I get to pamper myself, look pretty, stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and nylons, do my nails, make up,long hair, ahhhh? she sighed....

She continued "that is really why we are the stonger sex you know... the power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man do anything we want" She was beeming as if she had given this much thought.

I couldn't argue...Ell could truely get me to do anything that she wanted me to..............

The movie was uneventful. Ell played extremely hard to get durring the movie. The movie was strange...the story of two cops who dressed up like girls...whatever--

I really didn't pay much attention. All I was thinking about was Ell...She seemed totally into it. Laughing and on the edge of her seat.

Other than sharing a popcorn that was about the extent of the excitement of physical contact.

As I walked Ell back to her work, she seemed very lively --talking about how much she like the movie and how she thought it was cool that those guys had to go through all that to see how difficult, and fun it is being a woman..blah, blah, blah-whatever.

"Thanks for the movie" I said as we stopped at the front door of the Salon. "Next time it will be my treat andI get to pick the movie." I added.

"Sounds great" She said "gotta go". With that she spun on her heel and headed into the salon. But not before blowing me a kiss with wink... "See ya tommorow Allie" She said and was gone.

Girls are wierd I had decided. I also knew I was madly in love.

That night back at the house... Oh, by the way I have an older sister Tammy who is going to be a snior this year, and a baby brother John. My folks have been married for 20 years and seem happy. My Dad is a hard nosed police officer, and my mom works at a jewelry store. My grandparents babysit John until about 6:00 pm every day when my mom gets off work, And my Dad Works odd hours. Tammy and I are typical brother and sister. We fight a little and get along a little, but we really don't have that much in common. She is about my height, 5' 7" but is built like a stick. She is pretty in her own way I guess, although she tries even harder. People say she resembles my father. I don't see it.

... Anyway back at the house that night, we were eating dinner when my dad said "So Al, how is the weight lifting going....you are looking kind of skinny....Honey pass the boy another steak...better eat up if you don't want to lose your position this year."..."Have you been swimming you are looking really tan..."

"Um yeah, I have been swimming...over at a friends house and um yeah I have been working out at the gym almost every day." I replied.

"Thats my boy" My dad said.

He was sure I was going to go pro so he could retire from the police force...I guess all fathers dream that their sons will gro up to be a better version of themselves.

That night I had a strange dream....very strange dream. I was at home alone and there was someone trying to break into our house. For some reason I felt the only way I could sneak out was as someone else. I decided to disguse myself as a girl...

I went to my sisters room and began looking though her clothes for something to wear... I couldn't help the words of Ell kept flashing through my mind as I looked through her closets and drawers...'I guess I am just Sooo glad that I am a girl. I get to pamper myself, look pretty, stay clean, smell good, remove body hair, wear skirts and heels and nylons....that is really why we are the stonger sex you know... the power of Sexy --Sexy can conquer armies, steal hearts, make any man do anything we want"

I woke up in a sweat. Although I hadn't tried on any of my sisters clothes...for some reason I really wanted to in my dream... That was too wierd. I went back to sleep.

The next day for some reason I couldn't get that dream out of my head as well as the words of Ell. What is it like to be a girl? To be pretty? All of the strangely wonderful clothes that they wear?.... I shook my head. What is wrong with you Al?

I just needed a little weight lifting to clear my head. After going to the gym and pumping iron for a while I decided I need to clear my head further by not going tanning. I didn't want to think about Ell, or girls or girlie things for the rest of the day. I know Ell said I should go every day. But I think some X-Box is just what the doctor ordered.

After about a half hour playing Fight-night Round 3 (What more manly of a game is there) the phone started ringing. Probably another telemarketer....I'll let the machine pick up.

"...Hellow you have reached the Ambrosio residence, we are unable to make it to the phone right now, so please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible...beeeeeeeeeeep"....Click. The caller hung up.

About 5 minutes later, the phone rang again. I thought maybe it is someone important and I had better answer. I picked up.

"Hello" "Is Alan there?" "This is he" I said.

"Al! This is Ell--Where were you today? I missed seeing you at the salon. Is everything ok?"

"Yeah" I blurped.

"So why didn't you come by today?" Ell asked.

"I don't know. I guess I have just been feeling kind of strange lately and needed to clear my head." I said.

"Did I do or say something wrong" She asked.

"No....I've just been having some strange dreams and thoughts lately." I reluctantly replied.

"Like what" She said.

"I'd rather not talk about it." I replied.

"I can respect that I guess. But I am very understanding." She shot back.

"Thanks" I said, "It is really not that big of a deal."

"Ok" She said, "....Hey I was wondering what you are doing tomorrow?"

"Why" I asked. "Because. My parents are out of town, I am extremely bored and I want you to come over and hang out." She said.

"Bored huh?" I said cautiously.

"That came out wrong" She said. "I really like hanging out with you and I think we are getting to be good friends, and, well I want to become even better friends, so will you please, please come over tomorrow"?

--That sounded a little better --I am a stud.

"How do I get to your house?" I asked

After she gave me the directions, we said our goodbye's and hung up. What is going on, I thought. This girl is so freaking hot.... Maybe my movie dream is about to come true. That night, luckily no more wierd dreams.

The next day we had predetermined to meet around 10:00 am. Ell said that she had a swimming pool and a pool table, big screan tv, home theater, and we could just hang out or do any of the above, so come prepared.

Not wanting to look too desperate, I waited until about 10:15 to knock on her door. Her house was HUGE. They must have a lot of money.

Mid knock, the door sprang open and Ell was standing there tapping her toe. "You're late she teased....I was beginning to think you had changed your mind." "Well come in and make yourself at home." " I have warm cookies and cold milk in the kitchen. Park youself infront of the big screen. Here is the remote. I will be right with you."

I flipped on Giant TV and started flipping through channels. I have never seen so many TV stations in my life. I stopped briefly on MTV-2 where the pussycat dolls were dancing ....I wanted to watch, but I didn't want Ell to think I was a perv. so I turned to Sports Center to see what was going on in pre-football season.

A couple of minutes later, Ell walked out (she was wearing short shorts, a lace cami top... must have been a push up bra. She was barefoot and her toes were pink. She was killing me.

"Pussycat dolls eh Alan? They're HOT. You don't have to change the chanel on my accout. I know what boys really like and I don't mind...remember the power of sexy."

She sat down and crossed those long tanned legs towards me and 'sexily fed me a cookie'.

"Now on the subject of music vidieos, what would you say is your ALL TIME Favorite music vidieo? And it better involve a hot chick or I will think you are weird."

Wow on the hot seat. I guess I better be honest. "Ok, fine in all honesty, I would have to say 'These Boots are Made for Walking' By Jessica Simpson" I said.

"Very HOT" Ell smiled. "One of my favorties as well." She added.

"So what is your all time favorite of all time and it better include some sexy guys." I shot back.

"In all honesty?" She sighed.

"All honesty" I replied.

"How about if I show it to you...I think you will like it as well." She said.

She uncrossed her legs (killing me) and padded up to her room wher she came down with a DVD. "Here it is" she said.

"WHat is it"? I asked.

"Just wait." She replied. A few moments later, Gloria Estefan was dancing on the screen

"......Everlasting Love." I watched in facination. My mind was racing. This music video has nothing but hot chicks in sexy outfits dancing and girating, as well as Gloria Estefan done up with different sexy hair styles...Not what I was expecting. This is the kind of video I REALLY like. But no sexy guys. Maybe the truth is Ell is Gay and I am just like her bud. That kind of sucks.

"So what do you think"? She asked.

"I like it, very sexy, but...I didn't see too many guys."

She had paused it at the end where 5 versions of Gloria Estefan were locked arm in arm.

"Witch one do you think is the hottest?" She grinned.

"That one in the middle with the red shorter hair-- she is a hottie." I said. I felt myself opening up a little more and more to Ell. She is really fun to talk to. "No guys though"? I said again questioningly.

She grabbed the remote and skipped back to the pre-video interview with Gloria Estefan.

Gloria Estefan was talking: "...This is one of my favorite vidieos, probably because I am not in it....I was very pregnant at the time so we used 5 female impersonators...."

Ell paused the DVD. "Wrong she said....all you saw were guys...dressed to kill. Remember the power of sexy." She grinned as if she just showed a poker hand of all aces.

"No way" I said. "Let me see it again."

She hit play again, and I watched the music video again from a different point of view. I couldn't believe that all of these sexy creatures I was watching were acutually guys.

"So, now what do you think"? She asked.

I paused to collect my thoughts. What is up with Ell. She likes guys who dress up as girls? This is kind of wierd.

"I guess it is hard to believe all of them are guys -- especially to admit that I think they are hot."I said."But what is it you see in this? Why is this your favorite video of all time."?

" I Thought you would never ask!" Beamed Ell.

"Because it is the key, the secret. You see, guys seem to think they are superior to us women. But really all they have over us is physical strength...but with the power of sexy, they can control much more." She said.

She continued "Lets take you for example. You -might- be able to beat me up, "she said sarcasticly leaning over in front of me until her lips were almost touching mine .."But, I could seduce you in half a second and get you to do almost anything for me" she gently rubbed my her nose against mine and pulled a way quickly with a wicked smile.

"There is no denying you are hot, and the power of seduction is something else, but...I don't think there is any doubt here who would win if we were to fight." I said defensively.

"Is that a fact?" Ell replied doubtingly.

"Thats a cold hard fact." I smiled back confidently.

"How sure are you"? She asked? "That you could take a little girl like me down?"

"100%" I said cooly.

I liked where this was headed, wrestling and finishing with Ell being pinned and with a long lip lock to finish.

"100% eh? Well how would you like to make a small wager"? Ell said half seriously, half teasingly.

"Just tell me what you want to lose." I replied.

"Anything"? She said.

"You name it!" I said.

"Well, you are a big strong guy, so I would say the odds are definately against me....So. Hows this: If you can pin me on my back in less than two minutes, I will make out with you for two minutes....Buuut if I pin you on your back in less than ONE Minute, You have to...she paused thoughtfully..Shave your legs." She smiled triumphantly, as if she had been planning this.

She was setting me up for this. No matter, I haven't told her that I won state wrestling my freshman year, and I have never been pinned. Making out will just be the icing on the cake. Becides, maybe I will toy with her a little, make it last the whole two minutes, she is so hot, it will be a pleasure watching her squirm while I pin her.

"Pucker up!" I said. With a wicked grin.

Quickly we cleared the table out of the way and made space not to break anything.

"Give me your watch" She said. I am setting your timer for 2 minutes. Mine will go off in 1. Are you ready."

We were facing each other, she was giggling and dancing side to side like a school girl, and I was ready.

"Go!" she yelled and moved in.

She was kind of fast for a girl, but I dodged her first move, or so I thought, her leg swung back powerfully and caught me behind the knees. I bent over backwards just enough for her to throw me over her bent knee. I hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind out of me... before I could regain myself her knee was in my stomach...

.. I couldn't breath now my arms were completly pinned somehow. I've never seen this hold before...must not be legal...

I was on my back gasping for air with her right knee on top of me, I thought I would be enjoying this, but the pain... just then her alarm on her watch went off.

1 minute was up and I had been pinned.

Before she let me go, she reached down and whisperd in my ear..."Consolation prize" and licked my cheek."Now let me get my razor!" She squealed in delight as she let me go.

I was still gasping for air, and as she headed for the bathroom she turned and said, "I thought you played football" Teasingly.

What had just happend. I have never been pinned before, and now I get pinned in less than a minute by a hot girl who weighs less than me, and now I have to shave my legs?

Ell trotted out with an electric hair buzzer, a safety razor, shaving gel, and a big bucket of water. not to mention the huge smile on her face.

"I think you wanted to lose." She said sarcasticly.

"Right" I replied still trying to catch my breath. "How did you do that"? I asked.

"Once again, you underestimated the power of sexy....you were thinking I am just a poor weak girl and that you could have a little fun with me. You didn't stop to think what my back ground in martial arts might be, who my partents are, what I do in my free time...only that I am a weak little girl....I used that to my advantage, leverage to get what I wanted...to see those tanned legs of yours hairless." She smiled.

"Are you ready"? She added.

"I guess" I said hesatantly.

" OK strip down to your boxers, and we will get started. I will do your right leg for you, but you have to do the left!" She said.

With that she turned on the electric hair trimmor and started buzzing away. "Bye, bye, curly hairy boy legs hello sexy legs" she said with a big sexy grin.

What was going on. A few seconds ago I was supposed to dominate in wrestling, now I am getting my legs shaved by a girl I would much rather be making out with.

After she finished buzzing the right leg, she said, " that is looking much better, but (she grabbed my hand) "feel that" she said and ran my hand up my leg. It was very prickly. "That just won't do she added, only the razor gets it smoothe...now you buzz the left leg and we will get to the fun part."

I took the razor and began cutting the hair upwards. She seemed to really be enjoying watching this. I can't help but think I am a bit curious as to what they will feel like completely shaved but even more curious to find out what she gets out of all this. After I got done buzzing, Ell took the trimmor for inspection and a little touch up.

"Good job, you are a natural" She said teasingly.

"Now, lets acutally head over to the bathroom, it will make this easier" She said, and with that, She turned on the bath tub and began filling it up, she poured in some vanilla smelling bubble bath.

After the tub was almost full and nearly overflowing with bubbles. "Get in" She commanded.

"The warm water and bodywash will soften up the hairs and make them easier to shave. We don't want any cuts or ingrown hairs for our fist timer."

She walked out of the bathroom and shut the door. This was my que to get in the tub. I wasn't too sure about this. But I wasn't going to be a sore loser.

How bad could it be? Bodybuilders, swimmers, and bikers shave all the time. I would just wear pants until it grows back-- and avoid any more situations that could cause further humiliation for me.

I stripped down and climbed in the tub. The water was perfect it was so warm and relaxing and although the scent of the bubblebath was extremely feminine, I have to admit I kind of liked it.

I still couldn't believe what was ging on. I was in a hot girls house, who just happend to be infatuated with guys who shave their legs and dress up like girls.

What would be next I asked myself. Nothing this is where I draw the line.

After about 10 minutes of soaking, Ell, knocked on the door. "You should be about ripe" she chimed. "Go ahead and climb out, and wrap youself with a towel. Let me know when you are decent."

I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself. "Ready" I said.

Ell came in all smiles.. "How was it" She asked.

"Not as bad as I thought." I looked and she was holding up a pink and white babydoll cami with matching garter, stockings, and panties... I stared...

"NO!--These aren't for you, but for being such a good sport I will try them on for you after we are done...now lets get started" she exclaimed.

OK, that sounds good I would shave my legs on my own free will to see Ell in that outfit.

Ell reached her hand in the warm tub water and quickly ran some water all over my right leg. Than she grabbed the shave gel and put a bunch in the palm of her hand. With grace she spread it all over my right leg, up to mid thigh.

Then she grabbed the razor and started down on the toes. "hairy toes are for hobbits" she said, then she worked her way over the ankles carfully "always be careful here to avoid cuts and nicks" she added.

Every so often she would rince off the hair in the water. "Always use upward strokes, and remember to rince the razor frequently to get the best results." she directed.

After about 10 minutes she was finished with my right leg, she spent a lot of time around the knee cap and was extra careful behind my knee on on my thigh. After the last of the gel was gone, she ran her hand under warm water and spread it out over my leg to get rid of any traces of the gel.

Her hand sent tingles up my body in a way I never expected.

"Feels nice huh" she looke up smiling.

"Uh, yeah not bad" I replied, trying to downplay how every nerve ending in my leg was screaming in extacy when she touched it.

I could feel myself starting to harden under the towel.

She glanced at the towel, "Oh you do like it" She said as she winked.

"OK your turn. I will help but be carful!" she added.

After about another 15 minutes of instruction from Ell, and a final touch up inspection, we were done. I had shaved legs.

"Now, it is important to put some lotion on them right away so they don't get all dry and scaly." Ell said, and grabbed a pink bottle off of the sink.

"Sorry, I don't have any boy smelling lotion." She added.

She poured some lotion into her the palm of her hand and then rubbed them together then, she grabbed my leg and started rubbing the lotion in. "It is called Love Spell by Victoria's Secret, and will make your legs feel very smooth, and sexy!" She exclaimed.

The lotion was very smoothe and felt heavenly as she rubbed and massaged it into my feet, ankles, calves knees and thighs. "Glad to see you are enjoying this" Ell said as she glanced up and saw a pitched tent through the towel.

"I..Uh"-

She cut me off. "Dont worry, I understand. I like how it feels too. The problem now is, you probably won't be able to stop shaving them. It is addicting."

She smiled, and tossed me my boxer shorts, "now time for me to go try a lttle something on for you...go back and watch some TV while I get ready." She said teasingly.

Ell headed out to her room. I dropped the towel and put my boxer shorts back on, but not before I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror....

Holy crap! My legs look almost as hot as Ell's...no maybe even hotter!. What the crap!

I turned around a looked at myself from the back--From the back, I seriously looked like a girl, and a freaking hot girl. What was going on? Looking at my tanned long legs, hairless was giving myself wood.

I quickly put my boxers on, and couldn't help but notice how tingles shot up my legs when I pulled them up. I couldn't hardly stand it.

While I walked back out to the tv room. I noticed how when my calves bumped into each other, it felt smooth. I liked it. I turned the tv on, and couldn't help but keep rubbing my hands all over my legs. They felt so sexy...they wer mine!

Why hadn't I tried this before. I seriously was about to explode from how sexy my legs felt.

What seemed like a forever, but was really about 30 minutes, Ell, finally came walking out...She wasn't wearing the pink outfit she had showed me earlier, but I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

She was Wearing a black push up bra, with a red and black pleated ultra mini skirt. She had on thigh high black stockings with garters that were peaking out from the bottom of the skirt, and the stalkings were pulled so tight they looked like they could pop. She had on 5 inch baby doll spike heels, and I noticed that the heels were silver.

She walked seductively towards me. I also noticed that she had put on some secuctive make up making her eyes look even more amazing. She hit the CD player, and it was the Pussy Cat Dolls "Dontcha"

She started dancing around me seductively, and girating her hips towards me in beat with the music. Then she stripped off the mini skirt and was wearing a very high cut thong.

I Stared in disbelief. The heels made her legs look impossibly long, all I could think about was how bad I wanted to tackle her down and make passionate love to her....

She kept dancing and lip syncing to the song. She moved her body to the music in a way that I only dreamed was possible. I was so hard and out of my mind as she then climbed on my lap and started giving me a lap dance.

Just when I was about to blow, the song ended.Ell cooed seduvtivly, "Lay on your stomach, sexy and look the other way."

I had no Idea what was going on, but I wasn't going to argue with a hottie in lengerie. I could feel her breathing in my ear.

"Did you like it?" She wisperd gently.

"Yes" I wisperd back.

"Feel this" she said.

She had something very soft and sexy feeling, and began rubbing it up and down my shaved legs. I have never felt anything so good in my life. She kept going. I seriously thought I would blow my wad. IT felt so amazing-- shocks were going up and down my whole body, I have never felt anything so fantastic before before in all my life.

"Do you want to know what it is"?She wisperd gently in my ear.

"Yes" I half answered, half moaned.

"Open you eyes and roll over" She commanded gently. I rolled over and she had in her hand the pair of long white and pink stockings she had showed me earlier. She had a huge smile on her face.

"I saw the way you looked at these when I held them up before, and I thought maybe you might want to try them on...what do you think"? She said with a sultry pouty voice.

"But...I am a" I started to say.

"..A BOY!...FINE." She said defeatedly. "It is probably best if you get going soon anyway. My folks will be returning soon. And my dad will kill me if he finds that I have a BOY in the house. I am going to go change out of this outfit, get dressed, and wait for me I will be just a minute."

What just happened? I thought to myself, as Ell dejectedly model walked back down the hall way to her room. I couldn't help but notice how hard I was and I knew If I didn't relieve myself I would be walking funny tomorrow.

Still, though nothing I could do about that now. I Put the rest of my clothes on and sat there contemplating the last few hours.

Should I have said yes and tried on the stockings for her? What would have happend. What do they feel like on? Is it really that strange for a boy to wear them?

...yes of course it is- I told myself...what is she doing to me?

About 5 minutes later Ell, walked out of her room. wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She still had the seductively hot make up on, but everything else was toned down a lot.

"Sorry I didn't mean to be upset" Ell said. "I just don't see why guys are so afraid of girl clothes. Really I didn't mean to try to make you feel uncomfortable. They just feel so amazing to wear, that I thought you might like to try."

Ell had her hands behind her back.

She said "here I have a little something for you." It was a present wrapped in a blue ribbon. I was about the size of a tissue box.

"Now don't open this until you are at home alone in your room tonight. This is a special gift from me to you I hope you like it."

She smiled again and I felt relieved. She has some interesting ideas, but she is so amazingly hot that I would deal with them.

"Yeah, me too." I said. "I guess I am a little worried about what people would think if they found out."

"I know" ell said. "But everything else that happend to day will be our little secret." She winked, smiled and said, "You had better get going. See you tomorrow at the salon"?

"Of course" I said.

With that she gave me a quick hug, and I was out the door.

As I walked home that evening, I put the present in my back pack, and couldn't help reflect on the events of the afternoon. Mostly I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to try on the stockings, and what Ell's next move would have been if I had...and If I had would I still be there, and what if I liked wearing them as much as I liked shaving my legs.

Confusion. What could be in the package?

THE POWER OF SEXY PART II

When I got home, I went straight up to my room and locked the door. I had to find out what was in the package.

Quickly I untied the ribbon, and opened the box. There was a card on top of something wrapped in tissue paper.

I picked up the card it read: "Hey sexy legs, thanks for the best afternoon. You are such a sport for going through with it, I had the best time with you today, and you seriously have some of the Sexiest legs I have EVER Seen, and I know sexy ;). ....Anyway I am a little sad that you weren't able to pin me, because I was really looking forward to making out with you...but since I can't just let you without proving yourself, here is the deal:

I think secretly you really wanted to try the stockigns on, but your *manhood* prevented it. So, here you go, I will never know if you try on these items on or not. But...If you wear everything in box tomorrow to the salon (under your jeans of course) I promise I will make out with you for at least 5 minutes!!!;)" xoxox,

Ell PS dont dissapoint;)"

I unwrapped the tissue paper to find a brand new package of white stockings with little pink bows on the front and back of the tops, there was a sexy photo of long legs wearing them on the front.

Also in the box, there was a g string thong, and a matching garter set. I put the items down on the bed. There as kind of a sick feeling in my stomach. I felt nervous all of a sudden as if people were watching me do something evil.

I walked to the door and made sure it was locked again.

I turned around and stared at the lingerie on the bed.

Dared I? No one would know.... I walked back over to the bed. Slowly and carefully I opend the package of stockings My hands were trembling and I didn't know if it was fear or excitement or a little of both.

I noticed that there were two pairs instead of just one. I began slowly rubbing the delicate material of the stockings in my fingers. I felt myself slowly begin to harden.

I unbuckeled my belt and let my pants drop around my ankles. I stepped out of them and began rubbing one of the stockings up and down my leg. My whole body was shuddering in extacy.

What was going on? I had to try them on I decided.

Just then I noticed that there was another note in the bottom of the box. I said:

"If you've made it this far you are at least thinking about it...:) Here are instructions so you don't get any snags or runs:

1. Put on the thong. It will be a little tight in front espicailly if you are really liking things....
2. Put on the garter belt. Clasp the two inner hooks together in the front, and then turn it around so they are in the back.
3. Bunch the stockings up so you can get your toe all the way in, slowly pull up from the bottom, tightening ever so gently as you come up. Do one leg at a time, and attach the garters. The back garter is a little tricky, but be patient and you will get it!

Enjoy XOXOX, Ell.

I put the items down on the bed and walked over to the full length mirror in my room. I took a deep breath in and looked at myself.

As I sighed out the air, I couldn't help but look myself over. What was happening to me I thought. I looked smaller than ever, my tummy was tight, and smooth, but lacking the deep six pack I had had earlier this summer.

My skin was golden brown from the tanning, and there was somthing different about my face as well. It was still me, just a softer version...

I looked back over at the items on the bed. I couldn't help but be giddy with antisipation... I had to know what they felt like on.

I dropped my boxers and looked at myself again from the back. I seriously couldn't believe that was me in the mirror. My legs were long and tanned and perfectly shaved. I seriously looked like a hot chick from the back ..what was going on!? And how hot would I look in the lingerie!?

I walked back over to the bed and sat down. I was really hard and my breathing was sparatic. I grabbed t he g string thong. It was sexy just to look at.

Slowly I lowered it down and put my fet in. It was so small that it was hard to tell the front from the side from the back. I soon figured it out, and pulled the panties up and over my throbbing manhood.

It felt a little strange as I pulled it tight, I love the way the tight smoothe material seemed to sink deep into my ass, and the smooth front tantalized my manhood who couldn't help but peek his head over the top.

I grabbed the directions, and did as they said, clasping the garter clasps in the front and then turning it around to the back.

As I was observing my work, I couldn't help but notice how much my hands were shanking. Why was I so nervous?

Also the thought crossed my mind that if I was to wear this again -- again did I think that? If I was I would need to trim some more hair around -- well down there.

But surely this would be a one time thing. I would tell Ell that I wouldn't try that stuff on and that only wierdos would do a thing like that.

She would never know that I am trying these items on, and if she asks I will deny it.

I quickly walked back over to the door to double and triple check to make sure it was locked. I also put my ear to the door to make sure that no one was near by.

I knew that It was almost time for dinner, so I had better hurry.

As I walked back to my bed to put the stockings on, I caught a glimpse of my backside in the mirror again.. Holy crap...is that me. I couldn't believe how the thong and the garter framed the roundness of my -- dare I say perky butt.

I stared in disbelief. It was so hard I could hear the pounding of pumping blood in my ears....

I walked back over to the bed, and followed the instructions Ell gave me to put the stockings on.

I bunched them up to the end until I was able to put my toes in. I couldn't believe how good it felt on my feet.

It felt amazing feet are so sensitive, but it was if the stockings and my feet were communicating with each other, nerve endings were firing and the return signal was silky smoothness.

I slowly and carfully pulled the stocking up my leg, passed a rather thin ankle, over my rounded calf, and finally over my knee.

Before I tried to attached the garter, I held the stocking up with my left hand and ran my right hand down my leg, feeling the message my brain recieved was one of confusio:

my hand loved feeling the delicate material , and my leg loved being felt, but somehow it felt like the boy in me was loving running my hands all over the newly shaved, and stocking clad leg, much like any eger male would fondle a hot babe in lingerie for the first time, but it was someone elses leg, and that someone else, another part of me I have never known before was in extacy screaming to be satisfied!

I slowed down the process before I blew my wad.

I actually had to close my eyes, lay back on the bed and think about all of the football plays I was supposed to be learning in order to calm myself down enough to continue.

Finally after a couple of minutes, I felt as if I was in controll enough to continue. I pulled the top of the stocking up towards the garter attachment and the garter attachement towards the stocking. The stockings were a white color with thick pink bands around the top where the garters attached, there were also smalll pink bows on ther front and back of the stockings.

I noticed that the garter had a very strange clasp that attached to the the stocking....after several moments I finally figured it out...

It is amazing that the stocking pulling against the garter is the only thing that keeps the attachement working...also how easy it really is to pop that attachment off.

The back side was much trickier, but if another few minutes, and after a few failed attempts, I was able to clasp it in place.

After I was certain I wasn't going to come un done, I once again started running my hands up and down that leg.

I loved the mixed confusing signals that my body was sending to my brain, alnd the way the delicate material was clinging to every screaming nerve ending in my shaved leg...

I wanted to continue, but I also knew I must see and feel how the whole out-fit felt on my body.

I reached to grab the other stocking, and when I did, the stocking clad leg rubbed against my naked shaved leg, once again i felt like a young child experiencing eating candy for the fist time...

the feeling of my naked leg so smooth, rubbing against the stocking clad leg was unbelievable I rubbed them together, and began slightly moaning in ecstacy.

I felt so strangely wonderful-- what was going on, i thought!?

Once again I had to lay back on my back and concentrate hard on those football plays...finally I was able to settle down enough to continue.

When I finally settled down a little, I sat up and began repeating the same process of putting on the other stocking. Once again I was in total amazement of how good it was feeling, and I love the constant light pressure the stockings were putting on my legs. It was almost as if I was just adding a sexy new layer of skin to my legs.

The second stocking went on a little easier, and after attaching the garter attachment, I stood up and, instincively did a deep squat as if to stretch everything in position.

I loved the way the stockings pulled against the garters and the garters pulled against the stockings. It felt like I was neatly wrapped in a beautiful package. I was also amazed how well everything seemed to fit.

The lacy garter belt rested on my hips just below my belly button, and the garter straps, pulled extremely tight attached to my thighs about three quarters of the way up my thigh.

I grabbed the package that the stockings came in, glancing at the photo of the model wearing them on the package. I wanted to see how I compared when I looked in the mirror.

I stood up again and walked over to the mirror, I wanted to see myself from the back first, so I turned around before I looked up.

When I looked up at the mirror and finally saw myself--I couldn't believe my eyes--surely this wasn't me I was looking at--it looked just like the photo--no better than the photo! I slowly raised up on my toes like the model in the photo was doing and immediatly felt a rush--

uncontrollable I dropped the package and reached for my manhood trying to apply pressure--

It was too late...

Milky whiteness shot from the top of the panties violently sending sticky fluid flying across the room in several powerful bursts.

Crap! How did I lose control so quickly -- I wasn't ready!!!

Knock, Knock, Knock! on the door Click, Click, Click of the door knob, Click...

"Alan, it is time for dinner! What are you doing in there? And why is this door locked!!"

Crap! Crap! Crap! It was my mother!!

"Alan, open this door right now, I need to talk to you!" My mother said through the door with an elevated voice.

Panic was in my face I almost passed out...

"Um... hold on, I am changing." I said, and frantically began fumbling with the garter attachments trying to get them off my hands were shaking violently and I couldn't controll them.

" I just got back from the gym, and I don't want to be smelly for dinner" I stammerd. "I'll be down in a minute."

"Thats a first" My mother said "Hurry or dinner will be cold! We are all waiting!

Satisfied with my answer, my mother walked away down the hall.

I realized that I was not about to get busted, but that was an extremely close call.

-- Never again with anyone home I thought to myself.

I looked down and realized that i had soiled the front of the panties!

"Crrraaaaap!" I exaggerated out loud what would I do now?

I needed to get this stuff off quickly, clean up my mess, appear clean, and head down stairs for dinner quickly.

Slowly my heart rate started to return to normal. I was still extremely hard, but I bgegan taking off the stockings carefully.

I unhooked the front right stocking followed by the back, and carefully rolled the stocking off of my silky smoothe leg. It felt fantastic coming off as well, but I had no time to enjoy it, if I didn't hurry, someone would be pounding on my door again and I didn't want to have to play 20 questions again.

Carefully I folded the stocking and placed it on the bed, and repeated the process with the left.

Then I rotated the hooks on the garter belt from the back to the front, and then unhooked them.

I folded the garter on top of the stocking and then slid the g-string panties down and off. I felt sick as I realized they needed to be washed.

I grabbed some tissue from the dresser and tried to wipe them off as best as possible, and then went quickly hunting for the comets that launched in all directions earlier.

I found a few and wiped them up as much as possible.

I grabbed the garter, panties and stocking, wrapped them in a towel, and quickly tucked them under the mattress.

Then I quickly put on some jeans and a sweatshirt and ran down stairs.

When I walked into the dining room, it seemed as if everyone was staring at me...even the baby. Did they know?? Not possible.

"What is going on Alan"? My mom asked.

"Why are you keeping us waiting!?" My Father Barked. He was not known to be a patient man.

I quickly sat down, and shrugged my shoulders. I know I must have had that deer in the headlights look, but I tried to play as normal as possible until...

"You smell like a girl" My sister blirted out sniffing me... "Is that Victoria's secret?"

My face went beet red as everyone began staring and sniffing my direction...

I realized that the smell of the lotion Ell had put on my legs was strong enough to be noticed even under my pants....

"NO!" I said, "It is probably just some sunscreen from swimming today." I defended.

"Well, smells kind of girlie to me" my sister giggled and shrugged and went back to her dinner. I sent her a mean look...

"Speaking of Girlie" my father said "someone is looking like it is time for another hair cut. I will get the trimmer after dinner."

My dad, with the permanent flat top, had always thought it was nesicary for boys to have a buzz cut from age 3 until death -- 'anything longer was for hoodlums and hippies.' -He had said on more than one occassion.

"I thought I might grow it out a little, Dad" I replied

"Why in SamHell would you want to do that?!" He said staring right through me. I played the only card that worked on my Dad...

"Well, all the other guys are doing it this year for football. It is a team thing." I lied ...but how could I let him cut my hair?

I couldn't .... Ell Loved it too much and I loved her too much.

"Hmmmph" my father said, beaten for the moment. "When I was your age. Blah blah blah....."

I tuned out, I was beginning to think of the lingerie up in my room, and that I needed to clean the panties so that Ell wouldn't know what had happend to them.

I would wear them again tomorrow...under my pants, and only because I craved Ell's lips like the desert flower craves the rain -- the thoughts caused almost immediate increased blood flow....

"Are you listing to me?" My dad said. "What has gotten into you lately?"

"huh"? "I said

"How is your weight training going? You are looking thinner by the week, and you hardly have touched your dinner. If you lose your spot on the team because you have been hanging out by the pool all summer I will be very dissapointed!" My Dad said as a matter of fact.

"Yes sir" I said and took a big bite of meat loaf.

He was right though, I was getting thinner. I barely was weighing 125 now and was trying to wear baggier clothes around the house so no one would say anything. Although I was still going to gym, I definatly wasn't getting any bigger or stronger.

The time I was there all I could think about was how soon I would be done so I could go and see Ell at The tanning salon. I was starting to wear sweats even in the gym as well -- I wasn't filling out the muscle shirts like I had been earlier this summer and didn't want to look weak there, even though I was beginning to feel weak and a little vulnerable physically.

The truth is, the more I hung around Ell, the less excited I was about all of the time that football was going to take up. And with all of the trouble I was having putting on weight, I would be lucky to be able to stay on the team let alone have a starting position.

The rest of dinner was uneventful except for a few strange looks from my sister. I pulled a face at her and she looked away. I noticed that I didn't have much of an apetite, and asked if I could be excused.

"I'm not feeling well, may I be excused I need to get some rest for the gym tomorrow." Once again exploiting the only avenue that held any ground with my Dad.

"Ok" he said, " I want you to start writing down all of you exercises so I can go over it later this week and help you." He said.

Without response to that I stood up and began heading to my room. My heart began to pound loudly as I anticipated my return to my bedroom. I was careful howerver not to run...that would have caused suspision.

"Goodnight, I think I am going to bed early" I said.

When I reached my room, I quickly jumped to where I had hidden the *unmentionables* Under my mattress. I grabbed the panties that I had wrapped in some tissue, stuffed them in my pocket and went to the bathroom....

Oh! No! I thought when I unwrapped the panties....they were a mess. I quickly began running them under some cold water hoping they would clean up. It was embarrassing enough, what Ell had asked me to do...now what is goning to happen when she sees them all cum-stained!

I turned the hair drier onto them, under cold air of course....luckily they dried quickly, being such a delicate material...

When I was finished drying them out, I bolted back into my room and locked the door. I wrapped the panties and hoisery back into the towel and stuffed the whole thing back under my mattress.

Knock Knock Knock! The door again. Damn! Who is it now...

"Just a minute" I yelled!

I opened the door slowly...mysister pushed the door open forcefully! I was surprised normaly I could close it before she could get her foot in. Was she getting stronger?

"What the Hell Alan" she said. As she shoved her way into my room.

"What" I replied.

"You and I both know that is Victorias Secret Love spell lotion I am smelling!" So don't try to pretend it is some tanning lotion!!! And what is up with your face! Not a singe zit! I would die for that complection....!" My sister sounded distressed.

My sister was right, I had always admired her for her complection,with maybe one or two random zits here and there, but now she couldn't hold a candle to my perfectly smooth, bronze face..

"Please tell me what you are doing it just isn't fair!!" She pleaded.

"OK first of all-- my life is non of your business, second of all, get the Hell out of my room before I throw you out!"

I felt emotion steeming upand my face had flushed, normally my sister never challenged me, but today for some reason I wasn't as confident.

"Finnnneeee" she over emphasized, and marched to the door.....

She paused briefly, turned on her heel and said "But I am watching you" She pointed her fingers at her eyes and then one at me. With that she shut the door and went away.

Finally. Peace. I felt drained. It had been an 'emotional' day for me. I felt like I wanted to cry. What the hell is wrong with me I thought.

I went to the cupboard, grabbed a couple of tanning tablets and gulped them down. I pulled off my sweat pants and climbed into bed.

Another new uexpected sensation! As I climbed into bed I felt every nerve ending in my legs scream in extacy as they slipped into the cold sheets...

"Holy crap" I half said out loud....girls get to feel this every time they go to bed!? Holy crap! I thought to my self.

For a few minutes I moved my legs back and forth savoring the sensual feel of the cool sheets against my legs. I couldn't help but think back on the days events...

Ell, getting me pinned, being forced to shave my legs...the stockings, and most of all tomorrow....the pending make out session I know I have earned!

My heart skipped a beat as I thought of Ell, her dark eyes and perfect smile and pout of a mouth, perhaps even slipping her tougue into my mouth! Slowly I dozed off into a daze of a sleep. Mostly from exhaustion...

The next day I waited until around 10:00 to get up. I had no desire to eat breakfast with my family , and I knew everyone would be long gone...espicially my nosy sister who was in life gurading at the local pool...

My heartrate immediatly began to quicken as I realized what day it was and what was about to happen! I knew Glamour Tan opend at 9:00 and Ell was already there!! I could hardly stand the antisipation.

I quickly climbed out of bed,slipped into my sweats and went down stairs. I scanned the house, calling names of people I knew couldn't possibly be home, but I also wasn't going to take any more chances-- I wasn't getting caught in this game, I was so close to the finish line ( or so I thought) that Ell would be mine!

I half sprinted up the stairs and out of instinct locked the door. I almost lept over to the bed where the lingerie was safely hidden, reached under the mattress and pulled out the towel.

Carefully I opend it up and neatly laid the contents on the bed, unfolding the stockings, the garter belt and the panties.

Luckily my quick wash job had worked and only close inspection could see anything of a stain on the panties.

I carefully placed the stockings, panties, and garter belt on the bed. Without thinking I placed them in position they would be on my body. I glanced down at the sexy lingerie and wondered if I could really leave the house wearing this...

What if I got hit by a car or fainted...What would the ambulance think when they found me all dolled up underneith my jeans?...My heartrate increased and I knew I had to go through with it.

Yes, there is risk...But Ell, how often do mortals get the chance to make out with angels?!

I reached down and let my hand run up my leg starting at the out side of the ankle, and finishing just above my knee. Still completely smooth without a trace of stubble...I wonder how long it will take to grow back enought until no-one notices....

I pulled off my boxer shorts and began the careful process of putting the lingerie back on. I noticed although the sight of the lingerie cased me to become hard, it was nothing like last night.

Once again I followed the instructions carefully with the delicate, and oh, so sexy marterial. I placed the garter belt on backwards, clasped the hooks, and turned it around. Next I placed the panties up and over...well as much as possible my manhood. Next, one by one I bunched up the stockings and slowly rolled them up each leg.

The process was once again tantalizing. For some reason I felt so incredibly sexy.. I know I should have felt like a freak, but no, not in the comfort of my locked room, and certainly not with the approval of Ell.

After each stocking was carfully attached to the garter, once again I went over to the full length mirror to inspect....

Holy- I paused and turned, How could I look good in this? I seriously look like something I have only seen in my mothers lady magazines.

What the hell. I couldn't help but admire myself. I had lost about 20 pounds since I met Ell. It had been very gradual, but it only seemed to come from certain places.

A casual onlooker would probably have no Idea that I was..or ever had been a boy...unless my mind is playing tricks!

I shifted gears in my head. I don't know what is wrong with me. I am not a freak, I am not enjoying this--am I?-- It is all for Ell.

I grabbed my jeans, and stuffed some boxer shorts into my back pack. I pulled my jeans on and noticed that for some reason they were getting a little tight in the ass. Hmm I don't get it.

I zipped them up and grabbed my belt, and threw my sweatshirt back on. Then I grabbed some loose fitting socks, gently pulled them over my stocking- clad feet and slipped on my tennis shoes.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and there was the boy I had recognized. My hair was starting to get a little long, not much but longer than it had ever been. It was kind of unkempt and almost shoulder length, but still looked very boyish.

I blew myself a kiss in the mirror and wished myself luck as I headed down the stairs. The stockings pulling agaist the garters felt very strange under my jeans, as if they didn't belong there, but the sensation of the smooth stockings against my legs was somthing I can only compare to tasting your new favorite beverage for the first time I was in ectacy!

The walk from my house to Glamour Tan was only about 10 minutes, but I felt like a fish out of water the whole way. Every time someone waved or I heard a car honk, I felt as if my secret was up! Yet I contiued to walk casually-yet cautiously toward my destined, and much earned make out session with Ell.

When I was within 20 feet of the front door of Glamour Tan, my heart stopped, and I felt as though I would pass out...hyper ventilate or something...I paused briefly wondering if I should run back home as fast as I could and never come back....

I knew that was foolish. Ell had power over me like gravity. Once you fall you just keep falling until something stops you, and that something was nowhere in sight or mind.

I slowly opened the front door to Glamour Tan, but as expected, the door chimed letting everone know I was there.

As I walked in the door I couldn't help notice about three other people sitting waiting for their turn to tan.

Oh No, I don't want to have to sit and wait --I thought to myself. Then Ell, like a dream popped up over the counter!

"Hey Sexy" she said, she licked her lips in a way that seemed normal, to everyone else, but to me the message was loud and clear!

She continued "Glad you called and made a reservation, your bed is number 3, let me walk you back there and make sure it is ready!"

She was beaming I have never seen such a sparkle in her eyes before! She then asked a co-worker to watch the desk for a few minutes.

We were silent as we walked back toward the tanning bed, until we turned the corner out of view. She caught the back of my jeans playfully with her finger, peaking downward and said ," Well I hope you had fun last night!?"

My face went red as I turned to look at her......"What do you mean" I asked while we continued to room 3.

"You know exactly what I am talking about Alan!" she coyly smiled back! As we got to the room...

The power of sexy part IIIV

....Ell turned and said "gawd Alan! I thought you weren't gonna come!" Her voice was both seductive, pouting, and teasing at the same time (if that is possible).

She was looking ultra hot in an light yellow and orange sundress. It showed off her toned arms, and perfecly bronzed skin. The hem of the sundress was about 6 inches above her knees and her long brown legs seemed to go forever down to her wedge sandals.

She opend the door to the tanning bed room, pushed me in and quickly locked the door.

She spun towards and said, "Pants down Alan!"She commanded! With a huge smile.

"Com on, show me the goods"!:) She was forceful, yet-playful in her directions.

I stalled briefly, but she would have none of it. She confidently walked up to me, and seductively started to loosen up my belt.

"Need some help" she aked?

"OK" she said as if I had answered.

I was too stunned to realize this new fantacy was about to come true.

I could feel myself starting to harden underneith my jeans.

Ell carefully loosened my belt. While I watched. She smelled heavenly.

"You are such a good sport Alan" she said! " Most guys would never do something like this! --"But that is why I like you-- you aren't like the other boys."

She was looking down I couldn't believe this was happening.

My skateboard shoes were already loose, so sliped them off quickly while she worked on my button and zipper.

She carefully zipped my zipper down "would be a shame to 'snag' something "she giggled, and carefully pulled the sides of my pants open and down.

I was fully hardened by the time she slipped my pants from around my round ass. I loved the feel of the jeans as the seemed to slip down my legs, revealing my lower body, decorated in sexy lingerie.

"Holy Shit Alan! You look better than I thought!" she exclaimed!

I stepped out of my jeans and stood there in front of her in nothing but my t- shirt, and of couse the stockings, garter belt and thong.

Next she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it off. I raised my arms straight above my head and she pulled my shirt up and over my arms.

"Wow" was all Ell was able to say. Her eyes glanced up and down my body as if she was about to eat a feast!

"Turn around for me" She said. I did as Ell commanded. I slowly began to turn. When My back was facing her she said. "Stop for a second." ...silence and then she repeated "Holy shit!"

"What" I said finally. looking back over my shoulder.

"You have a smok'in hot super sexy body" And "Wow" , "I think I want to... "she grabbed my arm, spun me around and pulled my face within inches of hers. "....pay up!"

Her lips slowly pressed against mine. I hadn't closed my eyes yet, but she had. Her eyes lashes were so long and her makeup was dark and flawless. I noticed a hint of pink lemonande on her lips and began to drink from them as if I had just crossed the deseret with no water and now had found my well.

She began kissing me more and more passionately, her tongue worked its way through my teeth and I began to caress it with my own.

Somehow she hooked her leg around the back side of mine, and lowerered me to the floor. My back was on the ground and our lips had never left the caress of hers.

She placed her knees between min and used them legs, one of her hands was on the back of my neck pressing my face into hers, and the other slowly made its way down, slowly stroking its way across my chest, past my abs, and finally lightly grasped my shaft.

I was so hard and her hand felt so wonderful. So soft as smoothe as it began to work up and down on my manhood.

"Oh, Alan" she sais quietly- yet seductively as she arched her back and pressed her hips hips hard against my penis. "You are sooo sexy.!"

I wrapped my stocking clad legs around hers and couldn't believe how sexy I felt, how wanted and yet vulnerable at the same time. I also couldn't believe how awesome Ells toned body felt next to mine, even though she was still in her sundress and I was in some crazy lingerie.

I wrapped my legs around hers --and couldn't believe how awesome it felt to have her ultra smoothe legs press against mine with only a thin layer of sexy material between us!

I pulled her into my body tightly and we continued to kiss one another passionatly while lightly moaning in unison.

"This was so worth it" I thought to my self. My hands were moving franticly up and down her the back of her sundress. "Maybe we will go all the way......"

BeepBeep, BeepBeep, BeepBeep.

A watch alarm went off. And Ell pushed her self up and off of me. "Times up, Tiger" Or Tigress" I should say! She smiled teasingly.

I was still laying there she must have read my mind from the look on my face.

"Sorry sex," she said. "Although temping, a deal is a deal, and well you definatly earned that 5 iminutes!" ....

"But you would have to do WAY more than that if you wanted to go any further." She added with a wink.

"OK, I have to get back to work now " she said as I started to stand back up...

"But......." began to say and she cut me off.

She put her finger over my mouth and said. "Alan, I left something for you in the tanning bed, it is a present from me."

I glanced at the bed and noticed that the top was down so I couldn't see what was in it.

"Check it out, before you change and, enjoy your tan!" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then before I could say another word she was gone and out the door."

When the door closed I couldn't help but notice myself in the mirror that was on the door. " I really do look surprisingly hot. I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror. It was as if I was staring at a lingerie model, except without the boobs I thought to myself. --Where did that thought come from I wondered.

I glanced over to the tanning bed and walked over to in anxious, yet cautious to see what my next present would be...To be continued

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I glanced over to the tanning bed and walked over to in anxious, yet cautious to see what my next present would be...

TO BE CONTINUIED...........

THE POWER OF SEXY PART V
As I walked over to the tanning bed, it would be mild to say that I was slightly nervous and excited to see what my next "present" would be.

I opend the lid of the tanning bed, and there was a black box with a big pink stripe on it. Through the pink stripe in feminine writing it said 'Pleaser' and it had a large rubber band holing it closed.

As I picked up the box, and pulled the rubber band off, I felt a little faint as I realized what most likely was in the box.

As I opend the lid, I saw; to my surprised delight (did I think that): wrapped in plastic, as well as paper, a pair of pink womens shoes. (later I would learn that they were called 4 inch pink stiletto pumps)

I also noticed that there was note that had been folded and sealed with a kiss in pink lipstick.

I placed the shoebox down and opend the note.

It read:

"Hey sexy! Thanks for the make out! I have been secretly dreaming about it for weeks! Too bad we made the deal for only 5 minutes! Yet there can be more-- so much more enjoyment for both of us, if you play your cards right!;)

Heels:

Did you know that the part of your brain that controls sexual desire is located right next to the part of the brain that controls foot sensation? It is true!! And that is why so many women (and men) have a shoe fetish!

Some people will debate why heels were invented-- I really don't care-- I do know that they make legs look amazingly sexy! They cause the leg to look longer and slimmer, they raise the calf, and they show muscle tone in the calf and leg. All of which drive men mad!;)

Now, there are different heel heights and they all send a message:

1 inch heels say: I am too old to care about sex or too young to know about sex.

2 inch heels say: I am a woman and think that socitity says that I am supposed to wear heels, but I really hate wearing them, and wish I didn't have to wear them. (these women know nothing about the power of sexy)

3 inch heels say: I Like heels, but Know that working at the office all day will probably kill my feet- yet I still want to look sexy and get attention.

4 inch heels scream: I am sexy and I know it. I want sex but you are going to have to work for it! These are for confident women who understand the power of sexy.

5 inch heels scream: I love being sexy and I need some sex. So come and try to have sex. These shoes are for confident women, runway models, and hookers.

6 inch heels: advertise sex for sale, pay me for being sexy, these are for hookers, strippers. (Abuse of the power of sexy!)

7 inch and above are for total fetish freaks. I won't even go there!

~the note continued:

Here is a pair of 4 inch stiletto heel pumps. I thought that Pink would match your lingerie nicely! Go ahead try them on! (hope I got your size right)

XOXOX
Ell

PS every girl needs to learn to walk in heels of all heights so, meet me at my house at 4:00 pm today for your first lesson! Dont blow it or I might!!! lol "

"PSS if you want the photo back you had better show up!!!;)"

"photo" I thought to myself? I have no Idea what she is talking about....

I noticed that my hands were trembling as I placed the note down...I glanced at the heels with the utmost curiosity.

I must admit, I was always slightly fasicnated with heels. The way they make women walk so gracefully, almost as if they are defying gravity that always amazes me. I know my mom and my sister wear heels from time to time, but I don't think they understand the power of sexy very well....did I think that?

Curiosity took over as I carefully unrapped each of the ultra-femine shoes and placed them on the floor. As I set them down they teaterd lightly and I couldn't help but wonder how anyone could walk in them without falling down or breaking their ankle.

I quickly grabbed a stool from the corner of the booth and sat down on it.
"I wonder if they will fit" I asked myself.

At this point, all caution was thrown to the wind. Only Ell knows about this, and thankfully, I am inside a locked room!

I grabbed one of the high heeld shoes and carefully placed my toes in the opening, and pulled the heel back over my heel. I must have felt much like Cinderella with the glass slipper as a delighful sensation went through my entire body as my stocking-clad heel slipped right into the shoe...I carefully put my foot on the floor and was amazed at how sexy-yet-confining my foot felt in the shoe. I wobbled a little as I leaned over and grabbed the other heel, and repeated the same process.

Now that both feet were on the floor, I wondered if I could even balance in these things...how do women do it? Ell was right, it must take practice.....

I stood up carefully, and quickly learned that I had to reposition my center of gravity by pusing my hips forward. My knees felt a little wobbley and I took a small step towards the mirror with one had balanced on the roof of the tanning bed.

As I looked in the mirror, once again I was amazed at what I saw. Ell was right, the heels made my legs look even more amazing. The slight discomfort I was noticing having all of my weight forced forward on my feet disapeared when I saw how sexy my legs looked in them! My legs seemed to go on for ever and disapear into the floor thorough the spikey heel!

Carefully I turned around to inspect myself from the backside in the mirror... I couldn' t believe how sexy I felt, and when I saw my ass in the mirror the long stockings in the 4 inch pink heels, I once again began to harden ultil felt like I was goint to explode....

I sat there gawking at myself in the mirror, much like an adolesent teen viewing Playboy for the first time when all of a sudden out of no where.....CLICK!

A camera flash!? I almost fell over when I turned and looked up to see Ell standing over the deviding wall (tanning booth walls rarely go all the way to the cealing) she was holding an old school poloriod camera, and the film was making its way out of the front of the camera.

Ell had a sly grin on her face. "Mmmmm very sexy Ali! Can't wait to see more at 4!" With that she glanced at the photo she had just taken and began to wave it back and forth so it would develop faster.

"Enjoy your tan, and see you at 4 you sexy tigress" Ell said and disapeared............

TO BE CONTINUED

TO BE CONTINUED

The Power of Sexy Part VI

I stood there or should I say wobbled there stunned. I felt slightly betrayed. So confused and vulnerable. Surely Ell didn't need to do that... I wonder why.

I glanced back at myself in the mirror and wondered for a moment what it is like to be a woman? Not just any woman, but a sexy confident one...Is it a chore to be pretty as so many complain, or is it a priveledge? Am I pretty?

I looked up at the clock, it was barely 11:00am. Ell wanted to meet me at 4:00pm. I sat down and carefully removed the heels. My calves felt a bit tight as they lengthened back out on the floor, almost as if part of me was missing the elevation of the heels.

Carefully I wrapped them back up in the box the way they were. Next I removed the lengerie. For some reason I felt sad I took of the sexy clothing...almost as If I had taken a drug that I shouldn't have -- just to see what it was like and found out I want it-- and need it...

What am I thinking?! I am a boy!

Carefully I folded the stockings, the garter belt and the panties and placed them in the shoe box with the shoes. I sighed, closed the lid of the box and reached for my backpack with the tanning tablets and tanning lotion.

I grabbed a cup of water and downed the tanning tablets in one gulp....I had been taking them regularly as Ell directed, and they must be working, because my skin does have a very nice soft glow and deep tan, such that I have rarely seen, and makes me proud!

As began putting the tanning lotion all over my body as always, but this time, as I put the lotion over my shaved legs, I couldn't help but think of how sexy they feel, how smoothe, and how feminine.

Not a trace of hair, I thought to myself as I again felt the ectacy of shaved legs, running my hands up and down them applying the slick lotion.

I put on my goggles, and put the sock over my slightly less throbbing manhood, and started to calm down as I turned on the tanning bed, and looked forward to 20 minutes of relaxation.

The gentle humm of the tanning bed was quite relaxing, but I couldn't help wonder what was going on inside my head. I was supposed to be getting ready for football season, working out in the gym getting buff and tough-- but instead my weight has plunged down to 120! I have gotten very weak, and now I am prancing around in high heels? And liking it?!

A million thoughts and questions were going through my head, but most of all what the Hell, was up with Ell?! How could the most smokingly hot girl I have ever seen or met be interested in a feminized boy?! But if I stop doing what she asks...she might stop ....NO!....I can't! I must do it --whatever she wants. Only for Ell though, I am not crazy!

The tanning bed stopped with a click, and I was done with my fake and bake for the day.

As I climed out of the tanning bed, once again I was fasinated by my long lean brown legs! " I can't belive those are mine." I thought as I did a double take in the mirror...and My ass is getting rounder, and my waist -it is probably down to 26 inches by now-- what the hell!

I wonder...

My hands began to shake as I reached for the shoe box...
How would my tanned legs look in the heels?!

I had to know!

I unrapped the shoes again with a little more urgency.

Without the stockings, it took a little more effort to put them on, but the tanning lotion help them slip right into place.

Pink is probably the sexiest color against tanned skin I decided immediatly as I looked at myself in the mirror. My feet felt strangely at home in the heels, and my long very toned and tanned legs - to die for I seriously rival Ell for legs. Holy shit.

TO BE CONTINUED..............................

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The Power of Sexy part VII

The last 4 hours seemed an eternity. The lingerie and heels were burning a hole in my backpack…

I struggled to make eye-contact with anyone. I felt as if a whirlwind of emotion was clouding my judgment. On the verge of tears, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the strange feelings that I was feeling. It seemed as if those who did look at me knew my ~secret~.

I kept replaying the scene of Ell flashing her camera, and teasingly waving the Polaroid photo at me… “See you later tigress” she had said.

Why would she take a photo!?

I seemed to be on the verge of tears and I didn’t know why. I had never been a crier…

I stood there in front of Ell’s house for what seemed like an eternity. Although in reality it was merely a few moments.

For the first time, I began to wonder what her parents did to make so much money to have such a marvelously large mansion.

As I raised my hand to knock on the door, the door dramatically flung open, and there was Ell……

Ell stood there in the doorway with a mischievous grin on her face. One hand was high on the door jam, one clenched in a fist on her hip. Her other hip was cocked towards me in a sexy pose.

She was wearing a light pink lacy tank top with spaghetti straps, and I could see her white bra straps peeking out sexily below the spaghetti straps. She wore a tight chocolate colored ~pencil~ skirt further emphasizing her perfectly proportioned figure. Her long tanned legs seemed to shimmer forever down to a pair of rounded toe patent pink stiletto heels similar to the pair in my back pack.

“Hey Al–i” She said drawing out my abbreviated name sexily.

I stared at her, with strangely mixed feelings. I felt partially betrayed, I felt partially aroused, and I experienced a new feeling I would describe as competitive sexual jealousy…if that makes any sense.

Ell dramatically pulled the Polaroid photo into view. She held the photo out in front of her, towards me. But at the same time she looked at it longingly as if she had to hold the photo at arms length to completely appreciate the sexiness of it. She also appeared hesitant to actually give it to me as she had promised.

“Hey” I replied somewhat dejectedly… as I reached out to take the photo from her.

Just as my fingers closed on the photo, she snapped her wrist playfully pulling the photograph out of my reach…

As my fingers closed grasping only air, Ell’s arm which seemed to have been bracing her against the door jam shot out explosively, grabbing my wrist and jerking me inside of her house!

She slammed the door in a blur. “Not so fast sexy!” She said playfully….. “You have some lessons first!” She was speaking to me, but looking at the photo. She had one hand on my chest pushing me out of reach of the photo which she held at arms length.

For the first time I saw the Polaroid photo as Ell held it away from like one child would hold a toy from the grasp of another…

I couldn’t help but be shocked, embarrassed and yet proud of the image that I saw in the photo.

Ell had captured the photo at the most perfect angle, which made me wonder exactly how long she had been watching me before she took the shot.

I stood there in the photo with a bewildered look on my face, but she had also captured my reflection in the mirror. For the first time, I was able to see what I looked like from the front and back side by side.

I froze as I stared at the photo.

“Want a closer look?” She asked teasingly as she handed over the photo.

She must have read the expression on my face as I saw and grasped the photo.

“Holy Shit” I thought to myself.

Aside from the look of surprised shock on my face, it was quite a flattering photo. I stared at the photo in silence looking up and down the photo inspecting in with precision.

I was amazed at how sexy my body looked, even in the old school Polaroid photo. My legs, thighs, calves and ass looked as if they absolutely belonged in lingerie and heels! My stomach was nice and flat and my waist seemed to be quite waspish next to my ample rounded ass. The tanned tone of my skin seemed to match perfectly with the lingerie, and my long perfectly proportioned legs seemed to go forever down to the spiky shoes. I could hardly believe I was staring at a picture of myself.

“That’s hot hun” Ell said seductively as she snatched the photo from my grip in a lightning quick movement.

She looked at the photo again as if inspecting for any imperfections, yet knowing she would find none.

“Ell, why…….”

She put her finger over my mouth and shushed me.

“Ali, dear……..” She paused as if she was still contemplating the final touches on a prepared speech, one that she knew she might have to scrap and adlib anyway.

She seemed to pause for a moment, and then pulled me towards her. “I Think we both could use a hug.”

She pulled me into her tightly and held me.

She seemed tall in her heels but her body, felt warm and wonderful next to mine, and she smelled heavenly.

“Let’s go sit down and talk for a bit.” She said.

She grabbed my hand and guided me into a sitting room I couldn’t help but notice how her heels clacked on the hardwood and marble floors as she guided me.

As we sat down on a couch, she crossed her legs toward me. She placed the Polaroid photo on the coffee table in front of us and grasped both of my hands into hers.

She looked deep into my eyes. “Alan,…..” She began in a semi playful, but semi serious tone for Ell.

“If you interviewed a million people, you would find that most people in this world, Men or Women would love to have about 5 things in life:

Rich
Powerful
Sexy
Healthy
And Youthful
She continued…. “The problem is, most people either have no Idea how to get what they want, or simply go about trying to get what they want the wrong way.”

“Very few people ever find the ~secret~ to getting exactly what they want. They waste their lives struggling and hoping for things they will most likely never ever achieve.”

“Look around at this house” she continued. “It is beautiful, it is marvelous and for all but about 1 tenth of 1 percent of the population of this planet it is beyond their reach.”

I glanced around at the grandeur of the house. Before today It never really occurred to me to wonder what Ell’s Parents did that they could be so rich. Nor why it was that I have never actually met them. I was only interested in Ell for Ell, the marvelous, beautiful, unique character that she is.

Ell was still grasping my hands and staring into my eyes with her beautifully perfect eyes when she said. “Do you know that I am actually”….she paused and looked away briefly……. “Adopted?”

“I am so lucky, and blessed to have been pulled from a life where I may have had no meaning or direction into a family that understands the ~secrets~ to achieving those 5 things that most people want in life.”

“My adoptive parents are the creators of the Lingerie brand -Victoria’s Secret. - And it is strongly encouraged for me to prepare myself to one day become a model for them. It is so exciting.”

“Enough about me.” She said. “Alan, what do YOU want out of life??”

Up until now I hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise since I had walked — no was dragged in the door.

“All of the things you mentioned.” I replied. “But….”

“I thought so!” Ell Exclaimed as she hugged me giddily…..

Now, let us get ready for some walking lessons.”

Part of me wanted to scream in protest, but a larger part of me was ecstatic about the prospect of getting my feet and legs back into heels.

Ell grabbed my hand and led me down to a long hallway the hallway was about 6 feet wide and about 150 feet long. It was mad of different textures. I have never seen a hall like it before. Some of it was some of it was marble, hardwood, Astroturf granite, short and long carpet. I also noticed various rug textures and different types of linoleum. All of the flooring and wall décor was various shades of pink.

“This is Victoria’s Secret Hallway”…. Ell said. She was very proud… “Nearly all of the Victoria’s secret models have perfected their runway walk down this hallway. It has many different surfaces to allow the models to transition in heels very quickly without looking clumsy…Heels are beautiful and sexy, but they don’t call them stilettos for being forgiving!”

I looked down the hallway and noticed that there were also many mirrors, in different shapes and angles, and also many photos of different Victoria’s secret models throughout the years, both face shots and various modeling photos it was very sexy and very dramatic.

Ell grabbed a remote control and before I knew it very rhythmatic music was playing, to a beat that made you want to tap your toe in unison.

“Watch” Ell commanded and headed off down the hall gracefully strutting her stuff in her heels. She was fantastic to watch, her long golden brown hair bouncing as her legs moved so perfectly in those heels to make her appear to be floating. She crossed every surface in the hall without the slightest bit of hesitation or without the slightest change in her pace.

Once again I started to feel a strange mixture of desire, and jealousy.

Ell spun at the end of the hall and headed back. This time she stopped every few steps and did a model pose or turns and continued walking back.

“What did you think” She asked as if my opinion was actually important to her.

“Very Hot” I said….. “But why would you want me to learn to do this?” I asked finally trying to get some information out of her.

“Well” She looked up and bit the side of her lip. “Lets just say that if you can navigate ‘the hallway’ …………..She grinned at me seductively……. “I will definitely make it worth your wile!”

“Now come with me….” She said as she pulled my arm.

Elle pulled me through a semi hidden door in the hallway. Inside was a very spacious room which looked like a combination of a women shoe store, and a lingerie boutique.

“Now see anything that you like”? She asked playfully.

She must have seen the look of questioning desire and wonderment on my face as I glanced at the room of feminine sexiness.

I tried to sound indifferent……. “Well……I……” I stammered.

“OK. I am going to leave you here for a few minutes. All of the shoes you see are in your size. The hosiery and panties are all on that side of the room. Tops and skirts over there.” She pointed in different directions.

“I will be back in about 20 minutes” she said. “I know that a girl would take much longer to decide, but for a guy……” She stopped and winked…..with that she turned on her heel and walked to the door. Before she closed it she turned and said “have fun you sexy thing!” Blew me a kiss flirtatiously and closed the door behind her.

What have I gotten myself into I thought as looked around at the vastness of sexy that lay before me. I walked over to the shoes…there must have been 50 varites of heels in different styles and heel heights. There were some with more of a pointed heel like the ones ell had given me, some with more square shaped heels. There were some with open toe fronts, some with out backs, there were boots of all varieties… all looked very sexy.

I noticed the same pair that Ell had worn for me during her seductive strip tease weeks ago. They were black stiletto Mary Jane heels with a 5 inch silver heel. I had to try those on I decided.

I grabbed them and placed them on the floor. I began to take off my skateboard shoes and was about to put them on when the thought occurred to me….With your jeans you idiot?!

I stopped and walked over to the section where the panties were. I noticed some slightly larger ones labeled ‘boy shorts’. Perfect I thought I am a boy. I grabbed them and placed them on a padded bench in the center of the room next to the Mary Jane heels.

I noticed that my hands once again were shaking as I placed them down.

A growingly smaller part of me was fighting it now. I really felt I shouldn’t be doing this, but my curiosity was taking over. And besides, I wasn’t going to let Ell look hotter than me right now……Did I just think that?

Besides, I have never worn a skirt, and that looks like fun! I justified to myself….even though it made no sense at all.

I walked over to the section where the skirts were hanging. There were so many different types and they all looked sexy in their own way. As I looked at various skirts, finally I decided on a mini skirt. It was pleated, but had a wide top with 4 buttons. It was also plaid in black, grey and white.

I always had had a fetish for the school girl look, and thought it would be fun to try the plaid mini with Mary Jane heels.

I walked over and placed the skirt next to the heels and panties on the bench, and thought for a moment. Hmmm a top…

Just then Ell came walking back into the room.

She saw me still dressed in the boy clothes and the small choices lying on the bench.

“Not ready yet!?......You are a GIRL!” She teased overstressing the world “girl”.

When Ell saw the 5 inch Mary Jane Heels and the plaid mini, she laughed and said “Ha! Never mind you are still a boy!”

She was smiling ear to ear as she said, “Ali- let me help you finish this outfit!”

She walked over to the tops and found a long sleeve lacy white dress shirt. She grabbed it and laid it down next to the rest of the clothing. Next she grabbed a white cami, and a bra that looked very padded. She looked into the hosiery section, smiled mischievously and grabbed out a pair of opaque knee high stockings.

“That should do it” She said as she laid the rest of the items on the bench. “Now Alan, I am going to show you how to put on a bra.”

I stood there stunned as she stripped off her tank top, and was wearing nothing but a push up bra.

She gracefully unhooked the back of her bra, and before I knew it I was staring at her naked breasts…. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, and also that she seemed so comfortable stripping down in front of me….. Once again I felt attraction mingled with jealousy as I stared at her perfect breasts……. To be continued

Chapter 1: A Crazy Idea

Brett lounged on the plush couch, scrolling through his phone as Jenny burst into the room, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Her long, curly brown hair bounced with each step, and her bright smile could light up a room.

She was the epitome of elegance, from her designer heels to her perfectly manicured nails.

"Brett, darling!" she exclaimed, plopping down beside him. "I have the most marvelous idea!"

Brett raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "What's that?"

Jenny's eyes sparkled. "The office costume party is coming up, and I think it would be absolutely delightful if you dressed up as a sexy French maid!"

Brett's eyes widened in horror. "A French maid? Jenny, I don't know..."

But Jenny was undeterred. She leaned in, her voice taking on a persuasive tone. "Oh, come on, Brett! It'll be fun, I promise!

You'd look adorable in a little maid's uniform, and think of how surprised everyone will be to see the usually stoic Brett Harrison in a skirt and heels."

Brett shifted uncomfortably, feeling a twinge of reluctance. He'd never done anything like this before, and the thought of dressing up in such a feminine outfit made him feel more than a little self-conscious.

Jenny, sensing his hesitation, wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close. "Please, Brett? For me? I really want to see you in a French maid's outfit. It'll be our little secret, just between us."

Brett looked into her pleading eyes, and his resolve began to crumble. He loved Jenny, and if this was what she wanted, he'd do it for her.

But he needed a bit more... encouragement.

"Jenny, I'm not sure," he said, his voice low and hesitant.

Jenny's smile grew wider. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I'll make it worth your while, darling," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine.

"I'll help you get into the perfect outfit, and we'll practice your feminine mannerisms together. You'll be the belle of the ball, I promise."

Brett's heart skipped a beat as Jenny's words painted a vivid picture in his mind.

He could almost see himself, dressed in a fitted maid's uniform, his hair styled in loose curls, his heels clicking on the floor.

A flush rose to his cheeks at the thought, but Jenny's persuasive smile and the promise of her help made him feel a spark of curiosity.

"Okay, fine," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you have to promise to help me get everything just right."

Jenny squealed with delight, throwing her arms around Brett's neck. "I promise, darling! I'll make sure you're the most charming French maid anyone has ever seen!"

As she pulled back, a sly grin spread across her face. "Now, let's get this party started..."

Brett's heart sank at the thought, but Jenny's enthusiasm was infectious.

Maybe, just maybe, he'd find himself enjoying this unusual adventure after all.

Chapter 2: The Transformation Begins

Jenny's eyes sparkled as she gazed at Brett, her mind racing with the possibilities. "Darling, I think I might have been a bit too hasty with the French maid idea.

We need to make sure you're completely unrecognizable before we can even think about that."

Brett's face fell, his reluctance evident. "What do you mean?"

Jenny's voice was gentle, but firm. "We need to make you appear 100% female, Brett. No one can know it's you."

Brett's eyes widened in alarm. "Jenny, I don't know..."

But Jenny was undeterred. She took his hands in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "Trust me, darling. It'll be worth it, I promise. And think of how surprised everyone will be when they see you."

Brett hesitated, his mind racing with doubts. But Jenny's persuasive smile and the promise of her guidance made him take a deep breath and nod. "Okay, fine. But you're going to have to help me through this."

Jenny squealed with delight, throwing her arms around his neck. "I knew you'd see things my way, darling!"

The next stop was a posh salon, where Brett was whisked away to a private room. Jenny followed close behind, her eyes shining with excitement.

The aesthetician, a warm smile on her face, greeted Brett. "Hello, sweetheart. Let's get started on that wax, shall we?"

Brett's eyes widened as the aesthetician began to prepare the wax. He'd never had a wax before, and the thought of it made him feel a bit queasy.

But Jenny was there, holding his hand and whispering words of encouragement. "It's going to be okay, darling. You'll feel so smooth and silky afterwards."

As the waxing began, Brett felt a mix of discomfort and curiosity. The aesthetician was gentle, but the sensation was still unfamiliar. Brett's eyes met Jenny's, and she smiled reassuringly.

When the waxing was finished, Brett felt a sense of relief wash over him. His skin felt smooth and bare, and he couldn't help but feel a little more... feminine.

Next up was the spray tan. The aesthetician expertly applied the tan, working her magic to achieve a perfect shade of golden brown.

Brett watched in fascination as his skin transformed before his eyes.

"You're going to look stunning, darling," Jenny cooed, her eyes shining with admiration.

The plucking and shaping of his eyebrows came next.

Brett winced slightly as the aesthetician worked her magic, but the end result was worth it. His eyebrows were perfectly arched, framing his face in a way that made him feel... different.

Finally, the stylist began to work on his hair.

Brett watched in awe as she expertly applied the long, straight platinum blonde hair extensions.

The feeling of the hair flowing down his back was strange, but somehow... alluring.

As the transformation drew to a close, Brett felt a sense of wonder. He barely recognized himself in the mirror.

Jenny wrapped a soft robe around his shoulders, her eyes sparkling with pride.

"You look beautiful, darling," she whispered, her voice husky with admiration.

Brett's eyes met hers, and he felt a flutter in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, this was going to be okay after all.

With Brett gazing at his reflection, the robe wrapped softly around him. Jenny stood beside him, her hand on his shoulder, her eyes shining with encouragement.

"You did so well, darling," she whispered. "Now, let's get started on the makeup..."

Chapter 3: The Makeup

Brett's fingers trembled slightly as he fastened the buttons on his jeans, the soft denim caressing his newly waxed skin like a gentle lover's touch.

The silky smoothness sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but notice the way the golden brown hue of his spray tan skin seemed to glow against the stark white of his T-shirt.

But it was the weight of the long platinum blonde hair extensions that really caught his attention, the strands cascading down his back like a river of moonlight.

He felt like a different person, one who was both familiar and yet utterly foreign.

As they walked to the car, Brett's senses were on high alert, every glance from a passerby feeling like a caress. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet... exhilarated.

Jenny's reassuring smile and words of encouragement were like a balm to his frazzled nerves, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking a tightrope, one misstep away from disaster.

"You look stunning, darling," Jenny whispered, her breath hot against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Even without makeup, you're already turning heads."

Brett's cheeks flushed with pleasure, his heart racing with excitement.

He felt like a canvas waiting for the brushstrokes of an artist, and Jenny was the master painter who would transform him into a work of art.

As they reached the car, Jenny guided Brett to the passenger side of the car, eyes locked onto his, the sparkle in their depths like a promise of things to come.

"Sorry, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with seduction, "the arm candy never drives."

Brett's breath caught in his throat as Jenny's words sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

He felt like a prized possession, one that was to be pampered and admired, and the thought sent a thrill through his veins.

The luxury salon was a haven of opulence, the air thick with the scent of perfume and the soft hum of conversation.

Brett felt like royalty as he was led to the makeup station, the makeup artist greeting him with a warm smile.

"Hello, darling," she cooed, her hands moving over his face with the precision of a surgeon. "Let's get started on that makeup, shall we?"

Brett watched, transfixed, as the artist worked her magic.

Eyelash extensions were carefully applied, his perfectly arched eyebrows were darkened, and his face was contoured to perfection.

The Smokey eye look was ultra-glamorous, the layers of dark mascara making his eyelaskes seem impossibly long and is eyes larger, deeper and more mysterious.

But it was the lip plumping solution that really caught his attention, the burning sensation followed by a tingling that seemed to spread through his entire body.

His lips felt full and luscious, begging to be kissed, and the ruby red lipstick was the perfect finishing touch.

As the makeup artist worked her magic, Brett felt himself getting lost in the process, the sensation of being pampered and primped like a doll.

He felt like he was being transformed, molded into something new, something exciting.

Finally, the makeup artist stepped back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Voilà, darling," she said, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You're a vision."

Brett's eyes met Jenny's, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.

Jenny's eyes were shining with admiration, her face alight with excitement.

"Oh my gawd," Brett breathed, his eyes locked onto the mirror.

This most ultra-feminine, exotic, beautiful woman staring back at him was almost unrecognizable.

Jenny's voice was husky with emotion as she gazed at Brett, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. "You're stunning, darling. Absolutely stunning."

Chapter 4: Clothing Time

Jenny's eyes locked onto Brett's reflection, and for a moment, she felt a pang of surprise, of almost jealousy.

Brett, now transformed into Brittany, was stunning, rivaling her own beauty. The makeup artist had worked magic, accentuating Brett's features in a way that made him almost unrecognizable.

Jenny's determination wavered for but a moment, but she steeled herself, her reasons for seeing this through still burning bright, though unbeknownst to Brett.

"Let's go, Brittany," Jenny said, her voice husky as she grabbed Brett's hand, pulling him into the salon restroom.

Brett's eyes were still fixed on his reflection, a mix of awe and fascination etched on his face.

He didn't seem to notice Jenny's momentary hesitation, too caught up in his own transformation.

As Jenny dragged him into the restroom, Brett stole one last glance at the mirror, his eyes lingering on the stranger staring back at him.

It was then that he realized Jenny had called him Brittany, and a shiver ran down his spine.

In the restroom, Jenny commanded Brett to drop the robe, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Brett hesitated for a moment before complying, his eyes locked onto Jenny's as he revealed his newly waxed silky shiny skin and perfectly golden brown spray tan…

Jenny pulled out a denim mini skirt, a white cotton bra with built-in breast forms, a light pink belt, a light pink peasant-style top, and some pink flat flip flops.

"Get dressed, baby," she said, her voice soft but commanding.

Brett's eyes widened as he took in the feminine clothes, his mind racing with reluctance.

But Jenny's persuasive smile and gentle touch convinced him to comply.

She helped him with the bra, her fingers brushing against his skin as she adjusted the straps. Brett felt a jolt of electricity run through his body, his eyes meeting Jenny's in a flash of connection.

As Brett looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes went wide with lust, his mind in denial.

He couldn't believe the transformation, the way the clothes hugged his body, accentuating his curves.

He looked like a walking wet dream, the girl next door and every man's fantasy girlfriend.

Jenny's eyes sparkled with amusement, her gaze drinking in Brett's reaction. "You look stunning, Brittany," she whispered, her voice husky with admiration.

Brett's eyes met Jenny's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

Brett felt like he was drowning in his own desires, unsure of what was happening to him.

But one thing was certain - he was turned on, big time.

The denim mini skirt hugged his legs, showcasing his smooth skin, and the pink top accentuated his new curves.

Brett looked like a bombshell, and Jenny couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership.

This was her creation, her masterpiece, and she was determined to see it through to the end.

As Brett gazed at himself, he felt a sense of disorientation, like he was living in someone else's skin.

But Jenny's presence, her touch, her gaze, made him feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be. And that realization sent a shiver down his spine.

Chapter 5: The Drive Home

Jenny's gaze lingered on Brett legs, her eyes devouring the curves of his shapely calves and the sparkle of the ruby red toenails.

The denim mini skirt showcased his smooth skin, and Jenny felt a surge of pride and possession.

"Where did you get those legs, oh my gawd?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

She collected her train of thought, her eyes locking onto Brett as she smiled seductively. "Let's get going, baby," she said, her voice husky with excitement.

As they walked to the car, Brett/Brittany's senses were on high alert, his/her newfound femininity drawing attention from passersby.

The construction workers next door couldn't help but stare, their whistles and catcalls following them to the car.

Brett/Brittany's heart racing, his/her emotions in turmoil.

Fear and pride warred within him/her, unsure of how to react to the attention.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he thought, his eyes meeting Jenny's.

Jenny just smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"They like you, baby," she teased, her voice husky with seduction. "They all want to jump your bones."

Inside the car, the air conditioner blew cold air against Brett’s silky smooth legs, sending shivers down his spine.

Jenny reached over, her fingers tracing circles on Brett’s knee, the touch sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Brett closed his eyes, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Jenny's touch was like a spark of electricity, igniting a fire within him/her.

"Most guys would die to touch your sexy legs, Brett," Jenny whispered seductively, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Lucky me," she added flirtatiously, making a heart shape on Brett’s knee. Brett’s heart skipped a beat as Jenny, her words sending a rush of emotions through him.

As they pulled into their driveway, Jenny's eyes locked onto Bretts, her gaze burning with desire.

"You look more stunning than I expected, Brett ," she whispered, her voice husky with lust.

"I'm in lust, baby." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the words sent shivers down Brett’s spine.

The air was thick with tension as Jenny's eyes seemed to bore into Brett's soul.

Brett's heart racing, his emotions in turmoil. He couldn't believe the transformation, the way Jenny's touch made him feel. He was lost in a sea of desire, unsure of what the future held, but ready to surrender to Jenny's desires.

As they sat in the driveway, the silence was palpable, the only sound the soft hum of the engine. Jenny's eyes never left Brett’s, her gaze burning with an intensity that left Brett breathless. The moment hung in the air, suspended in time, as Jenny's desire seemed to wrap itself around Bret's very being.

PART 2

The night of the costume party had finally arrived, and Jenny led Brett into the house, the anticipation palpable in the air.

On the bed, the exotic, sexy risqué maid costume lay waiting, its sensual and alluring presence commanding Brett’s attention.

The silky black corseted French maid costume seemed to shimmer in the dim light, its white lace trim and lacy petticoats whispering promises of a night to remember.

Brett's eyes widened as he took in the intricate details of the costume, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.

Jenny's reassuring squeeze on his hand did little to calm the butterflies in his stomach, but he drew comfort from her presence nonetheless.

The corset itself was a work of art, its black satin fabric promised to the body in all the right places.

Brett's fingers itched to touch the delicate lace trim, to feel the texture of the fabric and imagine how it would look on his body as it caress his skin.

As he gazed at the corset, he couldn't help but wonder how it would shape him, mold him into the character Jenny envisioned.

Next to the corset lay the white lace apron, its delicate patterns and frilly edges a stark contrast to the risqué nature of the costume.

Brett’s eyes lingered on the apron, his thoughts drifting to the idea of donning such a symbol of domesticity, of submission.

A shiver ran down his spine as he contemplated the role he was about to play.

The black satin push-up bra with realistic breast forms seemed to gleam in the dim light, its curves inviting and provocative.

Brett's cheeks flushed as he imagined slipping into the bra, feeling the soft fabric against his skin, and the weight of the breast forms altering his silhouette.

The thought sent a thrill through him, a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The black Pop-Closet girdle with built-in butt and hip padding for plumping/shaping undergarments lay nearby, its sleek design promising to reshape Brett’s body into the epitome of femininity.

As he gazed at the girdle, he felt a sense of wonder at the idea of transforming his body, of surrendering to Jenny's vision.

The sheer black Wolford pantyhose seemed to whisper sweet nothings to Brett, their delicate texture and subtle sheen beckoning him to touch.

He imagined the feel of the hose against his newly silky skin, the way they would accentuate his legs, and the sensuality they would bring to his movements.

Finally, the 120mm black So Kate Louboutin red-bottom high-heeled stiletto pumps sat waiting, their sleek design and towering heels a testament to the power of femininity.

Brett’s eyes grew wide as he contemplated the shoes, the thought of balancing on such height and beauty was both exhilarating and intimidating.

As Brett gazed at the costume, a maelstrom of emotions swirled within him.

Fear and excitement wrestled for dominance, as he wondered what the night held in store.

Jenny's presence, her touch, and her gaze seemed to reassure him, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was stepping into the forbidden unknown.

With each item, Brett's resolve seemed to waver, yet Jenny's encouraging smile and gentle touch kept him grounded.

As he began to pick up the corset, his fingers trembling slightly, he knew that he was ready to embark on this journey, to surrender to the transformation and see where it would lead.

The question echoing in his mind was: what would he discover about himself in the process?

As Jenny helped Brett into the black satin push-up bra, the luxurious fabric caressed his shaved skin, sending shivers down his spine.

The realistic breast forms added a new dimension to his physique, and Brett/Brittany couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the transformation and the change to his balance .

"You're going to look stunning," Jenny whispered, her voice husky with excitement. "I just love the way the satin hugs your skin."

Brett felt a flush rise to his cheeks as Jenny adjusted the straps, her touch sending sparks of electricity through his body.

The bra felt snug and supportive, and Brett/Brittany couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the way it added and accentuated his new curves.

Next, Jenny helped Brett into the black Pop-Closet girdle with built-in butt and hip padded shaping undergarments.

The sleek design hugged his body, reshaping his silhouette into a completely feminine form. Brett felt a sense of wonder as he gazed at his reflection, the transformation already beginning to take shape.

"You're getting more and more gorgeous by the minute," Jenny teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I think I might just have to keep you all to myself."

Brett felt a flutter in his chest at Jenny's words, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of being admired and desired.

As Jenny rolled the sheer black Wolford pantyhose up Brett's legs, the delicate texture and subtle sheen added a touch of sensuality to his skin.

The hosiery felt cool and smooth against his silky smooth legs, and Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the way they seemed to enhance his calves and feel forbiddenly delicious .

"You're going to look like a million bucks," Jenny whispered, her voice full of encouragement.

"Just remember, the higher the heels, the closer to heaven."

Brett giggled at Jenny's teasing, feeling a sense of playfulness wash over him.

He was starting to feel more and more like a woman, and the sensation was both exhilarating and unsettling.

The corset was next, its black satin fabric hugging Brett’s body in all the right places pulling in his waist in a way that looked incredibly sexy but also hard to breath.

The white lace trim added a touch of elegance, and Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the transformation taking place.

"You're going to be the belle of the ball," Jenny whispered, her voice husky with admiration.

"Just wait until you see yourself in the mirror."

As Jenny fastened the corset, felt a sense of compression, the fabric molding his body into a more feminine form.

He felt a sense of wonder at the way the corset seemed to enhance his curves, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of wearing such a garment in public.

The white lace apron was tied around Brett/Brittany's waist, the delicate patterns and frilly edges adding a touch of whimsy to the overall look.

Brett felt a sense of playfulness, the apron symbolizing a submissive role he was about to play.

"You're going to be the perfect little maid," Jenny teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Just remember, dusting is optional, but flirting is mandatory."

Brett raised a sculpted eyebrow at Jenny's teasing, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of playing such a role.

He was starting to feel more and more like a woman, and the sensation was both exhilarating and unsettling.

Finally, Jenny helped Brett into the 120mm black So Kate Louboutin red-bottom high-heeled stiletto pumps.

The shoes felt luxurious beneath his feet, the towering heels adding a sense of drama to Brett’s stride.

Brett felt a sense of wonder amazement attraction and awe as he gazed at his reflection, the shoes completing the transformation to absolute sex goddesss status.

"You're absolutely stunning," Jenny whispered, her voice full of admiration. "You're going to turn heads tonight."

As Jenny finished the final touches, Brett felt a sense of anticipation building.

The costume party was just a step away, and Brett couldn't help but wonder what the night held in store.

Would he dance, flirt, or perhaps steal the show?

The possibilities were endless, and Brett felt a sense of excitement at the prospect of exploring this new persona.

The maid costume itself was a work of art, the silky black fabric hugging Brett’s body in all the right places.

The white lace trim added a touch of elegance, and Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the way the costume seemed to scream feminine sexiness is the ultimate power.

As Jenny led Brett to the mirror, a gasp of wonder escaped his lips.

The reflection staring back was almost unrecognizable, a testament to the power of makeup clothing and the touch of the master artists involved ….

As Brett practiced walking in the gorgeous shoes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the way the heels seemed to elevate his entire demeanor.

Heel toe, heel toe, wobble, wobble, trip – Brett giggled at his own clumsiness, feeling a sense of playfulness wash over him.

Jenny, meanwhile, was getting into her costume, a sexy Playboy bunny outfit that seemed to accentuate her curves in all the right places.

Brett couldn't help but steal glances at her, feeling a sense of admiration for her confidence and poise.

As Brett continued to practice walking and sitting, crossing his legs in a feminine manner, he found himself drawn to the delicate pantyhose.

He couldn't stop touching them, running his hands up and down his legs, feeling the smooth fabric against his shaved skin.

"I see you're enjoying the pantyhose," Jenny teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"If you think that feels good, wait till a handsome guy is doing it."

Brett’s eyes widened in shocked horror, his mind racing with the implications.

"Wait, what?" he stammered, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks.

Jenny just laughed it off, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Don't worry, darling," she whispered.

"You'll be just fine. You're going to knock their socks off tonight."

As Jenny helped Brett to the car, he teetered in his stilettos, feeling a sense of uncertainty.

Jenny, looking stunning in her Playboy bunny outfit, gave him a pep talk, coaching him on how to flirt with guys, not letting boys get too close, and relaxing.

"You've got this, Brittany," she whispered, her voice full of encouragement.

"Just be yourself, and remember to have fun. And don't forget to flirt – you're going to be amazing."

As they drove to the costume party, Jenny's hands wandered, rubbing Brett’s thigh and knees, playing with the hem of his maid's outfit.

The touch sent shivers down Brett's spine, and he felt a sense of wonder at the way Jenny's sensual touches seemed to awaken something deep within him.

The feel of the fabrics across his shaved skin was intoxicating, and Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of the night ahead.

He was still uncertain, but with Jenny by his side, he felt a sense of confidence that he hadn't felt before.

As they pulled up to the costume party, Brett felt a sense of anticipation building.

What would the night hold? Would he dance, flirt, or perhaps steal the show?

The possibilities were endless, and Brett felt a sense of excitement at the prospect of exploring this new persona.

Jenny's eyes sparkled with amusement as she gazed at Brett.

"You're going to be just fine, darling," she whispered.

"Just remember to have fun, and don't worry about what others think.
You're stunning, and you're going to knock their socks off."

With that, Jenny leaned in, her lips brushing against Brett's ear. "And don't forget, darling – you're mine tonight."

As Jenny pulled the car into the luxury hotel parking lot, Brett/Brittany's nerves began to flutter.

This was it – the costume work party for Jenny's office – and he was about to make his debut as a stunning French maid.

What if he tripped on his heels? What if someone recognized him beneath the hair extensions costume and makeup?

Jenny, sensing his unease, gave him a reassuring squeeze on the knee.

"You're going to be fabulous, darling," she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. "Just remember to own it."

The valet opened the door, and Brett slid out, his pantyhose-covered legs gleaming in the light.

He felt a thrill of excitement as the valet's eyes widened in surprise watching every move of his legs as if he was a supermodel stepping out of a limousine, the man’s eyes continued to follow Brett staring at him with a smitten smile.

As they walked arm in arm into the hotel lobby, Brett felt like a million bucks.

His stilettos clicked on the marble floor, and he swayed his hips in time with the music drifting from the ballroom.

Jenny's eyes sparkled with amusement, and Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

This was going to be a night to remember.

The music pulsed through the air, and the crowd seemed to part like a wave.

Brett felt like a vision in his maid's costume, the pantyhose and heels accentuating his legs and curves.

Jenny, in her sexy Playboy bunny costume, seemed to radiate confidence, and Brett couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

As they made their way onto the dance floor, Brett felt a sense of freedom.

The music seemed to take over, and he lost himself in the rhythm.

The pantyhose and heels seemed to become a part of him, and he moved with a fluidity that surprised him.

Jenny danced close, her eyes locked on Brett's.

The connection between them seemed to sparkle, and Brett felt a sense of electricity run through his body.

He was lost in the moment, the music, and the sensation of Jenny's presence.

The night was unfolding like a dream, and Brett was caught up in the magic of it all.

He felt like he was living in a fantasy world, one where anything was possible, and the rules didn't apply.

As the music pulsed on, Brett felt himself becoming one with the night.

He was no longer just a man in a costume; he was a part of something bigger, something that transcended reality.

The sensation was intoxicating, and Brett felt himself getting lost in the moment, lost in the music, and lost in Jenny's eyes.

Brett and Jenny slipped away from the pulsating crowd, their stiletto-clad feet aching for a respite from the frenzied dance floor.

The mini bar, a haven of tranquility amidst the revelry, beckoned to them like an oasis in the desert.

As they settled onto the plush stools, the soft glow of the bar's lighting cast a flattering radiance on their already-stunning features.

Jenny, resplendent in her Playboy bunny costume, turned to Brett her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I'm loving the way they're staring at your legs," she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. "You're absolutely stunning, Brittany."

Brett's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as he met Jenny's gaze, the air between them crackling with an undeniable chemistry.

The soft music and laughter of the partygoers receded into the background as they lost themselves in each other's eyes.

The bartender, a charming man with a quick smile, interrupted their reverie, asking for their drink orders.

Jenny leaned in close to Brett, her breath whispering against his ear. "What do you want to drink, my love?"

Brett's heart skipped a beat at the endearment, his voice barely above a whisper as he ordered a cocktail.

Jenny's eyes sparkled with amusement as she ordered something that sounded exotic and alluring.

As they sipped their drinks, the tension between them grew thicker than the fog that rolled in off the ocean.

Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness as Jenny's gaze roamed over him, her eyes drinking in every detail of his sexy French maid costume pantyhose covered legs and sexy stiletto heels .

Just as they were getting lost in each other's eyes, a tall, handsome, muscular cowboy strode up to them, his presence commanding attention like a magnet.

"Hey, Jenny-Penny, where's that nerdy dweeb husband of yours?" Erik asked, his voice booming across the room like a challenge.

"Too bashful to come to the party or maybe he just didn’t want me to steal you away from him in public?"

Erik's eyes landed on Brett, and his gaze lingered on the sexy French maid costume, his pupils dilating with interest.

"And who is this gorgeous creature?" he asked, his voice full of admiration.

Brett felt a surge of anger at Erik's remarks, his face burning with indignation.

But Jenny just laughed, her voice playful and flirtatious, as she wrapped her arm around Erik's waist.

"This is Brittany," she said, reassuring Brett with a glance and a wink. "And no, Brett who by the way is definateky not a dweeb or a nerd was busy with work tonight."

Erik's eyes sparkled with interest as he grabbed Brett’s hand and kissed it gently, his lips brushing against his skin like a whisper.

"Well, Jenny-Penny, since your not dweeb husband isn’t here, let’s dance," Erik said, his voice full of charm. "I'm sure he won't mind."

Jenny giggled playfully, her cotton ball tail and hips swaying to the beat as she walked arm in arm with Erik to the dance floor. Brett watched in stunned silence, feeling a mix of emotions: anger, jealousy, and a dash of humiliation.

As Brett stood alone at the bar, nursing his drink, he couldn't help but wonder what had just transpired.

Had Jenny really just abandoned him for another man?

And what was with Erik's flirting? Brett's mind was spinning with questions, but one thing was certain – this night had just taken a dramatic turn.

The music pulsed on, the lights flashing like a strobe light as Brett's emotions swirled out of control.

He felt like he was losing Jenny, like she was slipping away from him and into the arms of another man.

The thought was unbearable, and Brett's heart twisted with pain.

As he stood there, feeling sorry for himself, Brett couldn't help but notice the way Erik had looked at him.

It was a look of admiration, of desire, and it made Brett's skin crawl. He felt like a object, a plaything for guys like Erik to toy with.

But as he glanced over at Jenny, he saw the way she was laughing and smiling with Erik, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

She seemed to be having the time of her life, and Brett couldn't help but feel a pang of anger and jealousy.

Why was Jenny flirting with Erik like this? Didn't she care that Brett was standing alone at the bar, feeling hurt and abandoned?

The questions swirled in Brett's mind, but he knew he couldn't ask them. At least not now, not in this costume … not in these circumstances …

Brett stood frozen in shock, his mind reeling from the humiliation of being neutered in front of his wife by her coworker.

The stilettos pinched his toes, the heels cramped his calves, and the corset constricted his breathing, making him feel like he was suffocating.

He watched in helpless rage as Jenny danced and flirted with Erik, her laughter echoing through the room like a cruel taunt.

As he stood there, feeling like he was going to faint, a pair of strong hands grasped his arms, steadying him.

"Are you okay, miss?" a deep voice asked, concern etched in its tone. Brett looked up to see Ryan, another of Jenny's coworkers, gazing at him with a mixture of curiosity, desire and concern.

Ryan's eyes locked onto Brett's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Brett felt a jolt of electricity run through his body, and his heart skipped a beat.

"You look like you've seen a ghost or something," Ryan said, his voice low and soothing. "Let's sit you down before you fall down."

Without waiting for a response, Ryan guided Brett over to a black leather couch in a dark corner of the room.

The music and lights seemed to recede into the background as Ryan helped Brett sit down, his hands lingering a bit longer than needed on his arms.

" Now sit down before you fall down," Ryan repeated, his voice firm but gentle. "I'm Ryan."

Brett threw himself onto the couch, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"Brittany," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Nice to meet you, Brittany," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You look like you're having a rough night."

As they sat there, Ryan's presence seemed to envelop Brett, making him feel safe and protected if at least not alone and outcast.

For the first time in hours, he felt like he could breathe again, like the corset wasn't constricting his lungs quite so tightly.

Ryan leaned back against the couch, his eyes never leaving Brett's face.

"So, what's going on?" he asked, his voice low and curious. "You seem like you're having a bit of a rough time."

Brett hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But there was something about Ryan that put him at ease, something that made him feel like he could trust this stranger.

"It's just... I feel a bit overwhelmed," Brett said, trying to gauge Ryan's reaction.

Ryan nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine," he said, his voice soft. "This party can be a bit much for some people."

As they talked, Ryan listened intently, his eyes never leaving Brett's face.

He seemed to be absorbing every word, every emotion, and Brett felt like he was being truly seen and understood for the first time all night.

The conversation flowed easily, and before long, Brett found himself opening up to Ryan in ways he never thought possible.

Ryan's kindness and empathy were a balm to his frazzled nerves, and he felt a sense of gratitude towards this stranger.

As the night wore on, Brett couldn't help but notice the way Ryan looked at him, with a mixture of concern and interest.

He felt a spark of connection with Ryan that he couldn't ignore, and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, this night wouldn't be so bad after all.

Ryan's eyes sparkled with genuine admiration as he gazed at Brett.

"You look stunning in that costume," he said, his voice low and sincere.

"Your legs are incredible, and your eyes are captivating. I love the way your hair is styled, it really brings out your features."

Brett felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he looked down at his outfit.

"Thanks," he said, trying to sound casual despite the compliments making him feel a bit self-conscious. "I have to say, these shoes are sexy as hell, but they hurt like hell."

Ryan chuckled and nodded understandingly. "I can imagine," he said.

"Would you like a calf massage? Sometimes, it helps to relieve some of the tension in the muscles."

Brett hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"That would be great, thank you," he said, feeling a sense of relief at the prospect of some pampering.

Ryan's hands were warm and gentle as he began to massage Brett's calves.

The sensation was intoxicatingly pleasurable, and Brett couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment.

Ryan's hands worked magic, easing the tension in Brett/Brittany's muscles and leaving him feeling relaxed and calm.

As Ryan massaged his legs, Brett felt himself getting lost in the moment.

He closed his eyes and bit his lip, savoring the sensation of Ryan's hands against the nylons against his skin.

The pantyhose seemed to heighten the sensation, making his skin feel smooth and silky every nerve ending screaming in blissful ectacy.

Ryan continued to talk to Brett in a soothing, deep voice, his words weaving a spell of relaxation and calm.

As he massaged Brett's legs, he slowly worked his way up to Brett’s knees and thighs, the sensations growing more intense with each passing moment and creeping inch.

Brett felt himself becoming more and more relaxed, his worries about Jenny and Erik fading into the background.

He was getting lost in the moment, and more than a little turned on by Ryan's touch.

The combination of Ryan's soothing voice and gentle hands was having a profound effect on him, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to this stranger.

As the massage continued, Brett felt his senses come alive. He was acutely aware of Ryan's hands on his body, the sound of his voice, and the warmth of his presence.

It was as if time had slowed down, and all that mattered was this moment, right here, right now.

Ryan's hands moved slowly and deliberately, working out the kinks and knots in Brett’s muscles.

The sensation was almost therapeutic, and Brett felt himself melting into the touch.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Ryan's hands on other parts of his body, but he pushed that naughty thought aside, focusing on the present moment.

As the massage came to an end, Brett felt rejuvenated and relaxed.

He opened his eyes to find Ryan smiling at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Feel better?" Ryan asked, his voice low and gentle.

Brett nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this stranger.

"Yes, thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was amazing."

Ryan's smile grew wider, and he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Brett’s face.

"I'm glad I could help," he said. "You deserve to feel pampered and relaxed."

As they sat there in comfortable silence, Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Ryan.

It was as if they had known each other for years, not just minutes.

The chemistry between them was palpable, and Brett couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the night had in store.

Ryan's gaze enveloped Brett like a warm caress, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest and admiration.

As he leaned in closer, his voice took on a deep, hypnotic quality that seemed to wrap around Brett’s senses, making him feel like he was the only person in the room.

"You know, Brittany, you're captivating," Ryan said, his words dripping with sincerity. "I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about something that excites you."

With a confident air, Ryan's arm wrapped around Brett's shoulders, pulling him gently closer.

The touch sent a shiver down Brett's spine, and he felt his heart race with excitement.

He couldn't help but be drawn to Ryan's charismatic presence, the way he seemed to radiate warmth and genuine interest.

Brett’s responses grew more flirtatious, his words tumbling out without much thought as he found himself melting into Ryan's charming smile and captivating eyes.

Ryan's compliments and charm were intoxicating, making Brett feel seen and appreciated in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

As they talked, Brett caught himself gazing at Ryan's lips, his mind wandering to the thought of what it would be like to kiss him.

He didn't even realize he was sending Ryan a signal, but Ryan's eyes seemed to gleam with awareness, his gaze intensifying as he leaned in closer.

The moment seemed to stretch out in slow motion as Ryan's lips brushed against Brett's, the touch sending shivers down his spine.

Brett's eyes widened in surprise, but instead of pulling away, he found himself leaning into the kiss, his lips parting slightly for Ryan's tongue to slip between his lips and probe his mouth.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Brett felt a rush of emotions, his mind reeling with the realization that he was enjoying being kissed by Ryan, that he was craving more and more of the intoxicating sensations of their lips touching, their tongues entwining.

As they broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, Brett's eyes met Ryan's, and he saw a spark of attraction that mirrored his own.

"Wow," Brett breathed, his voice barely audible.

Ryan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned in for another kiss, his lips claiming Brett/Brittany's with a possessiveness that left him breathless.

The kiss deepened, their passion igniting like a flame that threatened to consume them both.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, their hearts pounding in unison as they surrendered to the chemistry between them.

It was as if the entire world had narrowed down to this one moment, this one kiss, and nothing else mattered.

As they finally pulled away, gasping for air, Brett’s eyes locked onto Ryan's, and he knew in that moment that his life was about to change in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine.

The realization sent a thrill of excitement through him, mixed with a healthy dose of fear and uncertainty.

But as he looked into Ryan's eyes, he saw a sense of calm and understanding there, a sense of mutual connection that seemed to transcend words.

And in that moment, Brett knew that he was ready to take a chance, to see where this newfound connection might lead.

Brett’s lips curled into a sultry smile as he whispered, "Don't stop, your lips are delicious."

The words spilled out like honey, rich and irresistible.

Ryan's eyes gleamed with desire as he leaned in, his voice low and husky.

"As you wish, my lady," he murmured, his breath dancing across Brett/Brittany's skin.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues entwining, hearts racing.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of passion. Brett felt like he was drowning in the kiss, like he was losing himself in the sensation of Ryan's lips on his.

It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

But the moment was shattered by Jenny's shocked voice.

"What the hell, Brettttt-Brittany!" she exclaimed, her words piercing the air like a dagger.

Brett and Ryan sprang apart, their eyes wide with surprise.

Brett's face burned with shame and regret as he met Jenny's furious gaze.

"I... uh... I can explain," he stammered, but Jenny cut him off.

"You definitely better be able to, because you have some explaining to do, babe," she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Let's go." Brett hesitated, feeling torn between his desire for the stranger Ryan and his obligation to his wife Jenny.

As he followed Jenny out of the room, he couldn't help but glance back at Ryan, who was watching him with an unreadable expression.

Brett felt a spark of attraction that refused to be ignored, and he wondered what the future held for him and Ryan.

Would he be able to reconcile his feelings for Jenny with his growing desire for Ryan? Only time would tell.

The tension between Brett and Jenny was palpable as they walked, their stilettos seeming louder than before against the marble surface. The air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Brett knew he had a long road ahead of him to tonight and Jenny's fury was imminent , but he wasn't sure if he was ready to let go of the spark that Ryan had ignited within him.

As they walked in stiletto clicking shattered silence, Brett’s mind wandered back to the kiss he shared with Ryan.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The passion, the excitement, the sense of freedom – it was all so intoxicating.

But at what cost? Brett thought, feeling a pangs of guilt and regret.

He knew he had hurt Jenny deeply, and he wasn't sure if he could ever make things right between them again.

But as he glanced backing last time for Ryan, who was now out of sight, he felt a sense of longing that he couldn't shake off.

What was happening to him? And where would this newfound connection lead?

Only time would tell, but Brett was ready to take the leap and find out.

PART 3

The car ride was a suffocating silence, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Brett’s gaze drifted to his thighs, encased in the silky smooth pantyhose that felt like a sensual caress against his skin.

The maid skirt and white lace seemed to mock him with their femininity, a constant reminder of the kiss he had shared with Ryan.

As he crossed one leg over the other, the swish of nylon was like a whispered secret, and the sleek black stilettos seemed to gleam with an air of seduction.

Brett's mind was a jumble of emotions, his thoughts consumed by the forbidden kiss and the shame that followed.

But despite the shame, Brett couldn't help but replay the kiss in his mind.

He remembered the way Ryan's lips had felt against his, the way his tongue had explored his mouth. He remembered the rush of excitement, the sense of thrill and danger.

His heart skipped a beat as he relived the moment, his skin tingling with desire.

Jenny's profile was a mask of icy calm, her stone-cold expression a testament to her anger and hurt.

Her jaw was clenched tightly, and her eyes seemed to bore into the road ahead, as if daring herself to keep driving without stopping to confront the situation.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice low and husky. "That was some kiss, Brett.

You like kissing men now?" Brett's face turned bright red as he looked down at his lap, the lace-covered fabric seeming to taunt him with its delicate patterns.

Jenny's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "Well?" she demanded, her voice rising like a challenge.

"It looked like you were about to head up to a hotel room and let him have his way with you. What the hell, Brett! Did you like the kiss?"

Brett's voice was barely audible, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Yes, Jenny, I liked it. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I liked it. And that's what's killing me. I'm so confused."

His eyes welled up with tears, and he felt a sob building in his chest.

Jenny's expression turned cold, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're confused? You're confused? You think you're the only one who's confused? I thought we had something real, Brett. I thought we had trust."

Brett shook his head, feeling a wave of despair wash over him. "I don't know what's happening to me, Jenny. I feel like I'm losing myself. And I'm scared."

Jenny's gaze seemed to bore into him, her words cutting deep. "Tears?" she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You know, Brett, maybe just maybe Erik was right about you you are a little pussyass-bitch ."

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and Brett felt a pang of even greater shame and regret.

The silence that followed was oppressive, the tension between them palpable.

Finally, Jenny spoke up, her voice low and even. "We need to talk about this when we get home. We need to figure out what's going on and how move forward."

As they pulled into their driveway, Brett felt a sense of trepidation.

What would happen next? Would Jenny leave him, or would they be able to work through this together?

Only time would tell, but for now, Brett could only sit in silence, his heart heavy with emotion, his mind reeling with the consequences of his actions.

The car door slammed shut behind Jenny, the sound echoing through the quiet evening air.

Brett sat frozen, his heart racing with fear and uncertainty. He could hear the audible sound of Jenny's stilettos clicking stomping up the walkway, up the stairs, and then the front door slammed shut behind her.

Brett felt a wave of trepidation wash over him.

He was afraid to leave the safety of the car and face Jenny's wrath inside the house. But as he sat there, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was also afraid of something more profound.

He was afraid that he would never again experience the thrill and bliss of wearing beautiful clothing, stilettos, pantyhose, makeup, and hair extensions. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

As he sat in the darkness of the car, Brett's mind began to wander. He thought about the kiss he had shared with Ryan, the way it had made him feel alive and desired.

He thought about the way the pantyhose felt against his skin, the way the stilettos made him feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

Brett couldn't believe that he was letting these forbidden thoughts cross his mind.

But as he sat there, he realized that he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the sensations he had experienced.

He longed to continue to feel the sensual caress of the pantyhose against his skin, to teeter in the beautiful stilettos, and to experience the rush of excitement that came with it.

As he sat there, Brett's thoughts turned to Jenny and the events of the evening.

He remembered how she had left him alone to dance with and flirt with Erik.

A spark of realization ignited within him. If Jenny hadn't left him alone, this would never have happened.

He felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that he might be able to use this as a plausible defense for his forbidden act of betrayal.

With newfound determination, Brett gained the strength to exit the car. As he swung his legs out of the car, he felt the sensual feel of the delicate pantyhose move with his legs, caressing his silky skin.

He stood up, his eyes fixed on the house, and wondered if he would ever again experience the powerful feeling of teetering in the beautiful stilettos again or if this was the end like a shooting star sputtering out into the reality of earths atmosphere .

As he walked towards the house, Brett felt a sense of trepidation. He didn't know what lay ahead, but he knew that he had to face whatever it was.

He took a deep breath, the cool evening air filling his lungs, and stepped forward, his stilettos clicking on the pavement.

The walk to the house seemed to stretch on forever, Brett's heart pounded in his chest.

He felt like he was walking towards his fate, towards a reckoning that would change everything.

As he reached the front door, he hesitated for a moment, wondering what he would find inside.

Finally, he steeled himself and pushed open the door, stepping into the unknown.

The house was quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock in the hallway. Brett's eyes scanned the dark room, searching for Jenny, but she was nowhere to be seen.

He took a deep breath and called out, his voice shaking slightly. "Jenny?"

There was no response. Brett's heart sank, and he wondered if he was alone in the house.

He took another step forward, his stilettos clicking on the floor, and called out again. "Jenny, can we please talk?"

Still, there was no response.

Brett felt a sense of desperation wash over him. He knew that he had to find Jenny, to talk to her and try to make sense of what had happened.

He took another step forward, his eyes scanning the room, and that's when he saw her.

Jenny was standing in the kitchen, her back to him, her shoulders stiff and unyielding she still wore the playboy bunny costume and had not removed her sexy stilettos her posture however seemed to even allow the fluffy bunny tail ti appear less perky.

Brett's heart skipped a beat as he approached her, his stilettos clicking on the floor.

He knew that this was it, the moment of truth. He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Jenny, I'm sorry."

Jenny didn't respond, didn't even flinch.

Brett felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him. Had he gone too far?

Had he broken something that couldn't be fixed?

He took another step forward, his heart pounding in his chest, and spoke again. "Jenny, please talk to me."

Slowly, Jenny turned to face him, her eyes cold and unforgiving. Brett felt a shiver run down his spine as he met her gaze, unsure of what lay ahead, but determined to face it head-on.

Brett's eyes locked onto Jenny's, trying to decipher the complex emotions that swirled within them.

The anger was still palpable, but there was something else, a subtle hint of mischief that Brett couldn't quite grasp.

Before he could further interpret Jenny's gaze, a deep, masculine voice cut through the air, sending shivers down Brett’s spine.

"Hi, Brett," the voice said, the tone playful yet serious, teasing yet confident.

Brett's head swiveled to the right, his eyes scanning the living room until they landed on the on the source of the sound of the voice.

His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of Erik, Jenny's coworker, sitting in an armchair, his shirt off, showcasing his chiseled, muscular upper body.

Erik's hands were crossed behind his head, his giant muscular arms flexing with the movement. His golden, dark tan seemed to glisten in the dimly lit room, and Brett couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the man's physique.

Erik's confident, "I'm the boss" manner was evident in his posture, his cowboy hat still perched on his head, his blue jeans, oversized belt buckle, and cowboy boots a stark reminder of Brett's vulnerable clothing and physical situation.

Brett's eyes widened in shock and confusion as Erik smiled, an all-knowing, amused smile that seemed to say, "I've got you right where I want you." Brett/‘s hyper-awareness of his own attire, the sexy French maid costume, made him feel like a fragile, delicate flower next to Erik's rugged, masculine presence.

As Brett stood there, frozen in fear and uncertainty, Erik's gaze roamed over him, taking in every detail of his costume. Brett felt like he was being undressed, his vulnerability exposed.

Erik's eyes lingered on the Brett’s sexy legs, the pantyhose, the stilettos, and the lace as if he was choosing a dessert.

Brett could sense a mixture of amusement and curiosity emanating from him.

Jenny, still standing in the kitchen, seemed to be watching the exchange with a mixture of emotions.

Brett couldn't quite read her expression, but he sensed a deep-seated connection between her and Erik.

It was as if they shared a secret, a secret that Brett was not privy to.

Erik's voice broke the silence, his tone low and husky. "I think it's time we took care of some business, Jenny," he said, his eyes never leaving Brett's face.

Jenny's expression changed, a look of determination crossing her features. "Yes, it's time," she said, her voice firm.

Brett’s heart sank as he realized that Erik was there for Jenny, to take her away from him.

He felt a pang of jealousy and possessiveness, emotions that he couldn't quite understand.

As Erik sat and motioned towards Jenny, Brett felt like he was watching his world crumble around him.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions and unresolved conflicts.

Brett didn't know what to do, what to say, or how to react. All he could do was stand there, frozen in uncertainty, as Erik and Jenny seemed to be drawing closer together.

Brett felt like he was losing control, like his world was spinning out of orbit. He couldn’t help but wonder ...what in the hell is happening …

Jenny’s eyes left their eye contact with Brett and turned her attention to Erik.

Jenny’s eyes locked onto Erik's, her gaze burning with desire as she confidently strutted over to him.

She sat on his lap, the confidence she displayed her playboy bunny costume and stiletto heels a stark contrast to the vulnerability Brett felt in his own sexy maid attire.

Jenny leaned into Erik's shirtless torso, her eyes locked onto his, the chemistry between them palpable.

Erik's gaze broke away from Brett's stunned face, his eyes roaming over Jenny's body before settling on her lips.

He took her chin between his fingers, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Jenny's eyes fluttered closed as Erik's mouth descended onto hers, their lips meeting in a fiery, passionate kiss.

Brett stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him.

He watched in stunned silence as Erik's tongue slipped into Jenny's mouth, her lips parting to accept him.

The kiss deepened, the chemistry between them crackling like electricity.

Brett felt like he was witnessing something intimate something out of a nightmarish dream , something that was meant to be private.

As they kissed, Erik's eyes locked onto Brett's, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and triumph.

He seemed to be savoring the moment, enjoying the fact that Brett was watching him claim Jenny in Brett’s own home no less.

As he passionately made out with Jenny and with Jenny hungrily sucking on his tongue, Erik's eyes roamed over Brett's sexy maid costume, lingering on the dark black pantyhose and shiny black stiletto heels.

He seemed to be taunting Brett, daring him to look away.

The kiss seemed to last forever, the passion and desire between Jenny and Erik growing with each passing moment.

Brett's mind reeled, trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

How had it come to this? Why was Jenny kissing another man, and why did she seem to be enjoying it so much?

Finally, they broke for air, their lips parting with a soft smack.

Jenny's eyes locked onto Brett's, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"You see, Brittany...I mean Brett," she said, her voice husky and confident. "The truth is, I can't live without your money, and I can't live without Erik’s cock."

She glanced at Erik's lap, her eyes lingering on the giant pulsating bulge in his pants.

She nuzzled in closer, her voice taking on a possessive tone. "Erik has things you don't, babe...and since you proved tonight that my well, mine and Erik's theory about you was right you are a little pussy...oh, and by the way, the hundred bucks we gave Ryan...well, he told Erik he would have done that for free, babe. I guess you make a pretty good kisser...for other guys that is , perhaps."

Jenny stood up, reaching back and grasping Erik’s hands as Erik stood up, he stood behind her briefly towering over her then with unbelievable strength and then with ease, he swept Jenny off her feet.

As he carried her towards the bedroom, his eyes locked onto Brett's, his gaze burning with desire and triumph.

He seemed to be enjoying the fact that Brett was watching him, enjoying the fact that he was claiming Jenny right in front of him and that there wasn’t a damn thing Brett could do about it.

As they reached the door, Erik's gaze lingered on Brett’s sexy costume, his eyes roaming over the dark black pantyhose and shiny black stiletto heels.

He smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You look good in that costume, Brett," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I think you're better suited for someone else's attention Jenny wants a real man not a sissy although pretty sexy one." He mocked in triumph.

With a final look, Erik's eyes locked onto Brett's, his gaze burning with passion and victory.

He smiled again, his grin growing wider as he closed the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking into place was like a punch to Brett's gut, the darkness closing in around him like a shroud.

Brett stood next to the door, his ear pressed against the wood, as he listened to the intoxicating sounds of passion and desire emanating from the other side.

The moans, the whispers, the rustling of sheets - every sound was like a knife to his heart, twisting and turning, making him feel like he was losing his grip on reality.

Erik and Jenny were lost in their own world, their love and desire for each other palpable even through the closed door.

Brett could almost smell the scent of their passion, the aroma of their love-making wafting through the air and taunting him with what he had lost.

As Brett stood there, he couldn't help but reflect on all that had transpired. The costume party, the kiss with Ryan, Jenny's revelation that she couldn't live without Erik. It all seemed like a blur now, a hazy memory of a night that had changed everything. Brett thought about the way Jenny had looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of contempt and pity.

"You see, Brett," she had said, her voice husky and confident. "The truth is, I can't live without your money, and I can't live without Erik’s cock."

The words still lingered in my mind, a painful reminder of my own inadequacies.

The sounds from the other side of the door grew louder, more intense. Brett could hear Erik's deep groans, Jenny's soft whispers, and the sound of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

It was like they were performing a sensual dance, their movements choreographed to perfection.

Brett felt a wave of emotions wash over him - hurt, anger, sadness, and longing. He was trapped in a nightmare, a never-ending cycle of pain and despair.

As Brett listened to the sounds of their love, he felt my emotions reach a boiling point.

Brett was overwhelmed with sadness, anger, and longing. He knew that he had lost Jenny, that she was gone for good.

And Brett knew that he had to accept it, to move on and find a way to heal.

But as Brett stood there, listening to the sounds of their passion, he couldn't help but feel like he was stuck in limbo, unable to move on from the pain and heartache that Jenny had inflicted on me.

The sounds grew louder, more intense, and Brett felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

He knew that I had to leave, to get out of there before he lost his mind. But his feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to tear himself away from the door.

He was trapped, trapped in a world of pain and heartache, and he didn't know how to escape.

As the sounds reached a crescendo, Brett felt his emotions overflow. He was consumed by a sense of loss, a sense of despair.

Brett knew that he would never be the same again, that this night had changed him forever.

And as the silence fell, Brett knew that he had to face the reality of his situation.

Jenny was gone, and he was left alone to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart.

Yet he still stood there, frozen in anguish, as the sounds of passion and pleasure from the other side of the door reached a crescendo.

The silence that followed was deafening, a stark reminder of the reality that had unfolded.

Brett’s marriage was over, shattered by the weight of deception and betrayal.

As Brett stood there, lost in his thoughts, he became acutely aware of the physical sensations that had been masked by my emotional turmoil.

The pain in his toes and calves from standing in the high heels, the silky pressure of the pantyhose against hus skin - it was a strange, disconnected feeling.

The door swung open, and Jenny stood before Brett , her appearance disheveled, her costume torn, and her hair and makeup a mess.

But it was her smile that struck Brett the most - a euphoric, glowing smile that seemed to radiate from within.

Erik stood behind her, his arm around her waist, a triumphant smile on his face.

Jenny stepped forward, her eyes locked on Brett’s , and whispered something that made his blood run cold.

"He's amazing, Brett," she said, her voice husky and seductive. "And he, unlike someone else I know, has already reloaded and is ready to go again, babe."

Without warning, she shoved Brett towards Erik, Brett stumbled in his heels, nearly falling into Erik's arms.

Erik swept Brett up off his stiletto clad feet effortlessly, his muscular body strong and powerful.

Brett found myself wrapped in Erik’s arms, Brett’s face inches from his.

Jenny's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity as she said, "Have fun, you two," and closed the door behind her.

Brett was left alone with Erik, his heart racing with anticipation and fear.

Erik's mouth descended onto Brett’s with a fiery lustful passion , his lips warm and insistent.

Brett tried to squirm, to turn away but he felt a spark of passion ignite within himself , a flame that he couldn't extinguish.

Erik’s powerful tongue forced its way into Brett’s mouth at first he tried to resist but the deliciousness of Erik’s tongue strength was intoxicating and Brett’s inhibitions were squelched as he felt his mouth watering to Erik’s tongue probing his mouth with passion …

Their lips moved together in a dance of desire, their bodies pressed close.

When we finally broke apart for air, Erik's eyes locked onto Brett’s , his gaze burning with intensity. "I've been wanting to do that all night, baby," he said, his voice low and husky.

With that, he tossed Brett onto the bed like a rag doll….

Brett felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear.

He was trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of what lay ahead. But one thing was certain - hif life would never be the same again.

As Brett lay on the bed, he felt a mix of emotions: shock, anger, and a hint of attraction. Erik's kiss had awakened something within him, something he hadn't expected. The physical touch, the passion, and the intensity of the moment had left him breathless.

Erik stood over him, his eyes burning with desire. "You're beautiful, Brett," he said, his voice low and husky. "You are mine now bitch ."

Brett's heart raced as he looked up at Erik. He felt trapped, caught between his anger and hurt over Jenny's betrayal and his unexpected encounter with Erik.

"What do you want from me?" Brett asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Erik smiled, his eyes never leaving Brett's. Erik unbuckled his belt , unzipped his pants and realessed a giant pulsating cock "I want to make you a real woman ," he said, his voice filled with intense lust . "I want you to need my cock the same way that Jenny does babe.

Brett's eyes grew wide as Erik climbed on the bed his giant cock was mere inches from Brett’s face

Kiss it Erik commanded you know you want to, slut … let’s see if you are as good as Jenny she thinks your too scared to taste me baby.

….

As Jenny leaned against the door, the sounds from the other side grew louder, a tantalizing mix of whispers, gasps, and moans. She smiled to herself, knowing that her plan was unfolding perfectly. The chemistry between Brett and Erik was quickly escalating , and Jenny could almost feel the tension building.

The sounds grew more intense, and Jenny's imagination ran wild.

She pictured Brett's eyes locked on Erik's, their bodies entwined as they gave in to their desires.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, and Jenny felt her own heart racing with excitement.

As she listened, the sounds reached a crescendo, and Jenny knew that Brett and Erik were fully immersed in the moment.

She felt a thrill of satisfaction, knowing that she had brought them to this point.

The room fell silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional whispered moan.

Jenny's mind was filled with possibilities - what would happen next, and how would Brett feel about what had just occurred?

As the silence stretched out, Jenny couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the three of them. Would Brett and Erik's encounter be a one-time thing, or would it be the start of something more? Only time would tell.

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The door creaked open, and Brett limped out, his movements stiff and awkward.

His eyes sparkled with a look of shocked bliss, as if he had stumbled upon a secret he couldn't live without.

The lipstick that had once perfectly adorned his lips was now smeared, giving him a delightfully disheveled appearance.

A subtle sheen clung to his lips, like the sweet residue of a secret pleasure.

His long blond hair extensions were in disarray, with a few strands tangled in the delicate lace of his French maid's costume.

The torn pantyhose revealed runs and snags, particularly around the knee area, adding to the overall sense of dishevelment.

Brett's stilettos dangled limply from his hands as he limped his way towards Jenny.

Behind him, Erik lay on the bed, a confident smile spreading across his face.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, as if he had unlocked a secret he had long suspected.

The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions.

Brett's eyes locked onto Jenny's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

The only sound was Brett's labored breathing, and the

soft rustle of his torn pantyhose. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, Brett spoke the words that would change everything: "I can't live without him either."

The words hung in the air, like a promise, a declaration of devotion that echoed through the room. Jenny's eyes widened, as she took in the depth of Brett's emotions.

She had orchestrated this encounter, hoping to spark something between Brett and Erik, but she had never expected it to go this deep.

As Brett's words faded away, Erik rose from the bed, his movements fluid and confident. He walked towards Brett, his eyes locked onto his, and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist. Jenny joined then in a theee way hug. The gesture was intimate, claiming, and Brett leaned into it, his eyes closing in bliss.

In that moment, it was clear that nothing would ever be the same again. The dynamics between the three of them had shifted, and a new reality had been forged. Brett and Erik's connection was raw, palpable, and undeniable.

As Jenny watched, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. She had set out to spark something, and what she had created was something much deeper. The connection between the three of was was a living, breathing thing, pulsing with energy and emotion.

The room was silent, except for the sound of Brett's ragged breathing, and the soft hum of intimacy that seemed to emanate from the very air itself. It was a moment of perfect understanding, a moment that would change the course of their lives forever.

In the end, it wasn't about the plan, or the orchestration. It was about the connection, the spark that had been lit, and the flame that would burn brightly for years to come. The love and lust was a force to be reckoned with, a force that would consume them, body and soul.

As the three of them stood there, suspended in the glow of that moment, it was clear that nothing would ever be the same again.

The world had shifted, and a new reality had been born. One that was full of promise, full of passion, and full of love.

But most of all that the former Brett was Dead, Erik was now a king Jenny and Brittany were his queens.

The End…

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