Drapes it himself

He took the sari out of the bag. After all, he had hours before Lauren would be home; where was the harm in trying to drape it himself? It could be funny--get some decent pictures of his attempts, work out the kinks, and then when Lauren got back, he could help her wear it and they could bond--and hopefully he could "help" her out of it as well . . . .

He grinned and separated the pieces. After taking the silky smooth sari off its hanger, he could see that it was a really long piece of fabric. How the heck did women manage to make so many ways to wear such a thing? It was so impressive, but he had a sinking suspicion that it was going to be more difficult than he had hoped. Still, first things first . . . .

He took off his shirt and pants and tossed them to the corner of the room, so he wouldn't step on them. Then, he took the top and the skirt thing out of the bag. Remembering what the woman had said, he stepped into the skirt thing and pulled it up. The cool cotton feel was amazing--while he had a little leg hair, it did nothing to stop his legs from tingling when the material brushed against them. Once he got it up to his waist, he noticed that there was a draw string on his right hip--since you had to tuck the sari into the waistband, he figured it was there to tighten it and keep the material in place. With a tug, he tightened the skirt as far as it could go; it felt like a second skin, and it was heavenly.

Next, he picked up the top; it was red and the smooth silk material felt wonderful in his hands. The top was open along its top, where he would have to reach back and tie the string to tighten it and keep it in place; otherwise, he could just put it on like a small shirt--though he was suspicious about whether it would fit. It seemed pretty small. Despite the doubts, he pulled it on over his head and much to his surprise, it slide over his wider shoulders with ease, and settled right above his stomach. Sticking his arms through the holes was a breeze and, with a few small tugs to adjust, it settled right into place. Without looking down, he felt for the strings in the back and, with a grunt that took the most of his flexibility, managed to grab both ends of the string and do a quick knot. He could feel the top tighten around his chest but, much like the skirt, it felt like a second skin.

He glanced down and gaped. Despite his suspicions, the top seemed to fit fine--the sleeves went halfway down his biceps, but managed to stretch enough that he had no problem moving his arms, and the front even had some cups in there to help smooth out and shape his nonexistent breasts. Of course, the cups were empty, but enough to still give a little definition to his chest and add to his shape.

Naturally, when he looked in the mirror, he saw that he looked ridiculous--his bearded face and beer belly really didn't help the illusion any, which he was surprised to find disappointed him. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound. . .

John began to pick up the sari itself, wondering how the hell he was supposed to put it on, when something surprised him--his hands seemed to know where to go. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it almost felt like something was guiding his hands along the thick border of the fabric until he found the starting point. Instinctively, he tucked the fabric into the skirt and began to tuck it around himself. After he had made one whole lap, it was like a spirit possessed him--One hand held the sari in place while the other found the other end of the fabric and, in what felt like a blink of an eye, had skillfully wrapped the remainder around himself. It was drawn over his chest and tossed over his left shoulder.

After that, John lost track of time. When he would think back later, his memory would be hazy; he'd distantly recall seeing his hands begin to pleat the excess fabric hanging from his waist and tucking it into the skirt, and then doing something similar to the fabric over his chest, but couldn't tell you at all how he had done it. But before he knew it, he was standing there, in his room, a completely draped sari over himself.