Accept her offer

You don't want to admit it, but she's right. Getting sick on vacation for "keeping your pride" would be a disgrace for you. And still, you don't lose anything by looking at her clothes at least. It's a fact that she has something that will look good on you. Women always have something comfortable and neutral, some basic t-shirt maybe, simple pants and some slippers or sneakers is enough, and there's no doubt Abi has something like that somewhere.

Even if you don't find something like that, there are still a few chances. First, you can just leave and stay with the towel and that's it. But the other idea doesn't sound that crazy, at least not when your balls are freezing and you can barely feel your fingers. Everyone has tried on something of the opposite gender for some reason at least once. In the end it's just clothes, if it covers your private parts, it's enough, so in case you don't find anything, you may already consider the option of trying on some leggings, shorts or some other garment. You just must make sure that Abi doesn't take pictures and doesn't tell anyone, and problem solved. Who knows, you might even make her laugh for a while.

"YES!" She exclaims while smiling as never before and taking your hands with strength.

Abigail doesn't hide her excitement when you agree, something you can't avoid noticing. For a big fan of fashion, she's supposed to be obsessive with clothes, to take care of them as if they were her children, but she wasn't just not **** at all, she was excited too. Even if it's weird for you, you don't say a word and you let yourself get carried by Abi to her closet. Your towel tries to escape a few times, but you manage to keep it in its place.

You would expect her clothes to have a large, dedicated place, but you definitely didn't expect something like that. Her closet is almost the size of your bedroom, and it's covered with shelves and clothes on every wall. A dim warm light illuminates each shelf, and at your feet, a huge rug covers the entire floor. To your left, the light highlights Abi's dresses. Placed in the middle, and at the sides, shirts, t-shirts, tops and all kinds of formal and casual clothes. At the back are drawers. According to what Abi tells you, this is where she keeps all her underwear, accessories and bags. To your right, her pants, skirts, jackets and long boots, and finally, next to you, a whole wall with shoes, boots, wedges, platforms, clogs and sandals of all kinds and heights. Each pair is perfectly placed and ordered. In the middle of the room there's a wide full-length mirror and a chair next to it. It's amazing how neat and tidy she keeps her closet; this is her place in the world and no doubt she has it as such.

"You can wear and try on whatever you want dear," she tells you proudly. "Remember it's just you and I so feel free to choose anything you feel like. The only thing I'm going to ask of you is to be careful and not break anything. Especially my high heels."

"Don't worry," you laugh, "I can promise they're gonna be safe."

"I'm saying, just in case," she smiles at them with pride, again. "Take your time and enjoy," she says out of the corner of her eye as she faces the door, but before leaving, she stops for a second. She goes to the bottom drawers, where she pulls out some gray panties. You feel your cheeks getting into lava instantly.

"You don't have to say anything," she whispers avoiding your gaze. "I'm sorry I don't have anything unused, but I don't want you to wear anything without underwear," she leaves the panties next to the door. "You can keep them of course," she finally tells you before leaving the closet, where silence invades you for once.

You take one last look around you. "Let's see what we find here," you say to yourself, taking off your towel, "although I suppose I should start with that," you remember as you look at Abi's gray panties.

Yes, panties worn by Abi.

"At least it looks like a speedo and not like sexy lingerie."

Without any choice, you put on the panties. They feel softer than anything you've ever worn. They fit you perfectly, snug, warm and comfortable. You glance down at them and see that they are a bit darker at the crotch, and the border is already a little worn. You imagine Abi with the panties on, her pussy perched inside them, her thick legs wearing them out and the sweat from her body soaking them. She's worn them for more hours than you can imagine, but now they're between your legs. Even if you try to avoid it, that turns you on a lot, and a bulge rises to the front of the panties.

You feel weird and a little guilty about the situation. You recognize how attractive Abi is, but you never really saw her from that point of view. Despite the age difference, you're both adults, but that was a line you had never even thought of crossing. You conclude that it's not necessarily her, it's the clothes, or rather, the fact that you're wearing panties. Worn panties. Fighting with your thoughts, you manage to forget about it for a bit, and you start with the search for the perfect outfit

The search takes some time, but mostly because of the size of the closet and the huge number of outfits, but eventually you find the one that convinces you the most: a pair of navy blue, stretchy, stylish and comfortable dress pants that, above all, don't look too feminine on your legs. On the bottom they're a little wider than usual like those bell-bottoms’ pants women like, but nothing serious. On top, a gray long-sleeved T-shirt with a round neck. It's a little faded and a little darker in the armpits so you assume Abi will most likely wear it for pajamas. The hardest part is finding something for your feet. Abi's feet are half a size bigger than you, so you can basically wear anything you want. Practically everything has heels, except for a pair of black ballerinas and a pair of well-worn green Havaianas. Logically you choose the Havaianas.

Once you get dressed you look in the mirror. Not bad. You could even go out on the street dressed like this. The pants mark your butt, although the length of the T-shirt covers your butt a little. Your thighs fit perfectly with the pants; you think that they should fit her even a little tighter. Your toes perfectly occupy the round holes left by Abi's on the sandals, the insole is very soft and flat, and despite being quite worn, they remain impeccable. You feel more comfortable than any other garment you have, the fabric of the pants and the tight fit allow you to move with total ease, and Abi's perfume on your body is strangely satisfying.

“It’s not that bad,” you think. “Maybe Abi was right all the time.”

Not cold and very happy with your chosen outfit, you walk towards the door. With your hand on the doorknob, your gaze turns to your side where something attracts your attention.

There at the distance you witness a dress slightly more illuminated than the rest, a long green dress with short sleeves and a plunging neckline.

It doesn't take you long to recognize it, it's the one Abi is wearing in her profile picture on her social networks. In that photo she's accompanied by her sister and with a big smile, modeling her dress with an impressive pose, her body slightly sideways, one arm under her breasts and the other taking her chin, and one foot back, leaving the heel of her shoe in the air. Abi is a beautiful woman, but why dent it, in that picture she looks stunning, hotter than ever. Her curves were even more pronounced than in person, and from the position of her arms, it looks like her breasts are about to pop out of her dress. Her hips look colossal, and on her feet peeked a black polish in the small hollow of her shiny black peep toes. You look at the rack and quickly locate the shoes, and you feel something inside you.

That something is a powerful urge to dress like her in the photo and take Abigail's place for a night, to become her. Maybe because of the clothes you’re wearing? Maybe because of some other feelings you have for the owner of the panties you have between your legs? There’s no answer, but you feel that urge. It's a new sensation, a chance to do something very unusual, and the thought of it turns you on like never before. Is that what Abi meant? The only certainty is that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.