Lois' Clothes

The reporter flashed a wicked grin. Jimmie Olsen was about as tall as she was...slender build...girlish ass...

"Okay 'Jaimie'," Lois couldn't withhold her smile. "Strip."

"M-Miss Lane!" He protested weakly...but Lois was already stripping out of the remains of her clothes. Aisha walked over and locked the door, ensuring no one else could interrupt their private striptease-and-dress party.

Putting as much confidence and nonchalance as she could into the performance, she stripped off jacket and shirt, folding them neatly and laying them on the sink. Then the reporter reached around to unhook her black lace brassiere—Jimmy and Aisha both admiring her breasts as they bounced free from the dark cups, pert nipples announcing her excitement...but she played it cool and nodded at the photographer.

The message was clear: Your turn.

Wilting under the gaze of the naked, haughty reporter, Jimmy undid his green bow tie, and then his slim grey jacket. Lois whistled as started to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing a smooth, hairless chest. As he bent over to untie his shoes, Lois noticed his thin prick standing to attention...

"We'll have to do something about that," Aisha mused, as Lois took Jimmy's clothes away from him.

"W-what?" The redhead asked wide-eyed...but then Lois was handing him her panties.

"Put these on."

A little shakily, Jimmy stepped into the black lace and began to bring them up his legs...which smooth and hairless; Lois noted. Like a good metrosexual, Jimmy kept himself waxed. Or maybe he had other inclinations...

When the panties were drawn up over his knees, Aisha laid a hand on his shoulder. "Wait," she spoke in a voice of command, and Jimmy did.

A dark chocolate hand grabbed the tip of his dick...and began to bend it backwards.

"Spread your legs, baby," Aisha cooed. "That's it. Now bring those panties up...we gotta show you how to tuck, is all."

Uncomfortably, Jimmy felt his cock pressed against his ass cheeks, the balls drawn up under his crotch...and then the panties slid up, holding them in place, at least for the moment.

Lois' red pants were another matter. A tight fit on her, even Jimmy's skinny legs had a hard time squeezing into them.

"If you stretch those out," the reporter quipped, as she shuffled into Jimmy's pants and shirt, leaving the latter mostly unbuttoned to show off the swell of her breasts, "I might let you keep them, when this is all over."

Jimmy winced as he squeezed his ass into the pants, grateful at least for his girlish waist. There was a steady throbbing pressure in his balls now, but looking down at his front, there was no hint of a "package."

Lois' bra came next; stuffed with the redhead's socks. He felt an undue embarrassment as he fiddled with the clasp, and then Aisha had to lock it for him, the tight band around his chest seeming to cut into the skin. With Lois' which shirt slipped over it, he was **** to admit he looked like any other A-cup.

"There's no way this is going to work," he protested, staring into the bathroom mirror...which is when Aisha brought out the makeup kit. In the mirror, Jimmy saw Lois' grin grow wider.

"Good girl," Aisha mumbled as she pressed the lipstick gently across his lips, then pressed the paper between them. A dark finger smudged pink powder into his cheeks, ran a dark pencil around each eye. Teased the lashes with a little brush.

Lois and Aisha looked over the results. The Daily Planet's star reporter looked like a dyke to watch out for in her men's clothes, the suitcoat closed at the first button, shirt undone with no bra underneath. Jimmy—or Jaimie, as Lois was quickly thinking of her—looked pretty butch with the short hair and lack of real breasts, but the tight pants and makeup helped.

"Alright ladies," Lois announced. "Time to go down."