Dresses..

Well, it was only in the house. I wasn’t going anywhere and probably only for a couple hours until she got to where she was going. It’s not like I could drive to her car and get the duffle bag. I didn’t have my ID. That and she only had the one car. No money for a taxi. I would have to wait until she got to where ever she was going. Perhaps she could order some clothing for me or something.

Regardless I had to have something on.

I looked at the skirts and dresses. Sundresses. Thin fabric the only thing that really covered me up was a pleated dress. It looked like a Japanese school girl outfit.

I shrugged. I slipped it over my head and pulled it down. The thick pleats came down mid thigh. The skirt was very tight against my waist but comfortable on my hips. The chest was a bit saggy.

I looked in the mirror. My frame looked natural in it, but the sagging chest area made me look like the kid brother trying on the big sisters clothing. I was mortified. How is it I was in this situation. This really sucked.

I looked in the closet to see if there was something else. The closet was those mirrored doors. I slid it opened. On the floor where shoes. All girls, all heels, nothing like normal running shoes that would pass as normal guy stuff.

Black thigh high boots with at least 4 inch heels. Like go-go boots kind, a five inch heeled princess like shoes that were mostly made up of Straps, pink, certainly not! White of the same kind, nope! Dark blue felt shoes with 2 inch platforms with another 2 inches on the heel. These covered up the ankles with zippers on the side. Nope, another black boot like shoe that came up just above the ankle with 4 inch heels. And a couple large shoe boxes.

“Oh how nice” I said sarcastically. “Total fucking snake eyes on the shoe rolls”

I knelt down to look in the shoe boxes that were tucked in the back of the closet. Had I not been kneeling over to look over the shoes I would have missed them as they were tucked in a bit where you couldn’t see them standing up as I pulled the boxes out I noticed a plane brown paper bag with string handles behind them. I grabbed that too.

I opened the first shoe box hoping for running shoes. “Please give me something nice.” I popped the lid open and it took a minute for my mind to comprehend the penis dildos in the box. One pink, one blue. Both about eight inches long and fairly thick, bigger then my cock detailed with veined and all, with large flailed heads. “Holy fuck.” I said startled almost dropping the box. I set it down, like it was radio active or something.

I looked in the other box it was heavy as well. Maybe too heavy for shoes. Black smooth odd shaped items. Not sure what they were. I picked one up. It had a flat base, had a thin two inch round space between the base and it went up at an angle to a wide round middle then at a slightly sharper angle went to a rounded point. “What’s this?” Never seeing one before. I glanced at the dildos. Same base on those. I dropped it in the box. “Oh.” Like a dildo soft rubbery smooth texture. It had to be a sex toy.

On the bottom of the base was a hole which looked like you placed a power cord into like with the cell phones.

I placed the boxes down on the bed. Apparently she used toys, where I masturbated only with my hand.

It turned me on for some reason. “Wow” how I would have liked to see those used she musta been nice to look at too.

I looked in the bag. Inside was some odd items. I reached down to grab a flesh colored very soft squeezable gel like thing that made my cock hard. Pulling it out it had a little bit of weaight to it.

Flat on one side, but pliable. I turned it around to the bulbis side and there was a nipple in the center of it. It was a fake boob. There was two in the bag. I held them squeesing them in my hands. Very soft. Very boob like squeezing them. God my cock was hard. Looking in the bag further and there was bottles of lube and something called spirit glue. Hmm. I knew what the lube was for. Not sure what the glue was for.

Strike out on the shoes as I put the fake boobs back in the bag and shoved the boxes back into the closet. On the other side of the closet was a tiered shelf thing with hair on each shelf. Pink, pastel blue, red, blond, and black. I knew they must be wigs,

I picked up the black one held it up so I could see the front. It was shoulder length in a Betty Page cut.

Out of morbid curiosity I put it on my head, I adjusted it so it fit properly and looked in the mirror.

The way it framed my face. I looked like a younger sister fitting into the bigger sisters clothing.

“Whoa” the way my cheeks where, I didn’t realize until I put the wig on that my facial features were feminine enough to actually kind of pass as a girl with the wig on.

I looked at myself and my saggy chest and looked at the bag with the fake tits in it.