Breakfast

The next morning, I found myself standing in front of a walk-in closet, surrounded by an array of feminine clothing. I felt a sense of excitement wash over me as I looked at the variety of outfits before me. Jack had given me free rein to choose whatever I wanted to wear, and I intended to make the most of it. I sifted through the clothes, discarding several outfits that didn't quite feel right. A ruffled pink dress was too frilly, a black leather catsuit too restrictive. I paused at a lacy negligee, but decided against it. Finally, I spotted a white tennis dress with a short pleated skirt that showed off my legs. It was sexy and flirty without being too revealing, and I felt my stomach flutter with excitement at the thought of wearing it.

I quickly slipped into the dress, admiring myself in the full-length mirror. The dress hugged my body in all the right places, and the skirt twirled enticingly around my legs. I felt undeniably feminine and desirable. As I made my way down to the kitchen for breakfast, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. Jack was already seated at the table, dressed in a crisp white shirt and navy blue trousers. He looked up as I entered the room, and his eyes widened in appreciation when he saw me.

"David, you look stunning," he said, standing up to greet me. I felt a flush of pleasure run through me, and I couldn't help but smile coyly.

We sat down to breakfast, chatting casually about our plans for the day. As we sipped our coffee, Jack's eyes kept flickering back to my legs, which were on full display thanks to the short skirt of the tennis dress.

"You know, David," Jack said, his voice low and seductive, "I love women's legs. They're so soft and shapely. And you look amazing in that dress."

I felt myself blushing, but couldn't deny the fact that I was loving the clothes, even as I struggled with the idea of being seen as a woman. "Thanks,"

I said softly, feeling my fingers tuck nervously at the hem of the dress. The conversation flowed on, but I found myself growing more and more distracted, unable to resist the tantalizing feeling of the dress against my skin.