Alex gets out of the dress

Alex sat on the floor behind the workshop table and started removing the French maid outfit. He pulled off the dress and the choker, and stopped when he reached the hose. They did feel nice on his skin for some reason. He was also rethinking cutting off the corset. After all, what if he needed to pass himself off as Alice again? Besides, it was feeling more comfortable as he got used to it.

And the panties... Well, they were their own thing. Alex didn't feel completely comfortable about walking around in them, but they seemed to be magically active still, and occasionally would tighten and stroke him through the fabric. Right then, they were building up the action, and his hose and corset were joining in occasionally. It was as though they were trying to change his mind.

Alex, being a teenage boy, was susceptible to this kind of persuasion, even when it was coming from a French maid outfit that had just cornered him into giving his friend a handy. He decided that he had reached an understanding with these items, and told himself he could remove them as soon as they were done. He pulled on the coverall over the top and stumbled over to the Porsche. The door was open. He crawled in and unzipped the coverall.

With the coverall over a corset, he looked like a mechanic girl saving a surprise for her man, like Kaylee Frye in seduction mode. The coverall was surprisingly form fitting, and its cap sleeves stopped right on the edge of Alex's shoulder, revealing his arms. They were too muscular, but he could imagine how this outfit would look on a girl. If he came across a girl fingering herself in this outfit, he would have a hard time staying away. He let his mind run away with the prospect of that kind of car sex as the outfit stroked him and he worked himself, his hands changed into dainty, painted things, and his voice changing from masculine grunts to feminine moans.

His load went across the form of the coverall, but he didn't even notice. The panties rearranged his equipment, tucking it away for aesthetics, but continuing to stroke him. The corset stroked his nipples, which turned him on even further. Somehow, it was going to get him to go a second time, just like a girl. But how? And why?

"Fancy seeing you like this again," said Sam.