Sandy's

I picked up a white thong that belonged to my future mother-in-law and held it up to my nose. A faint hint of her pussy odor still clung to the fabric. Sandy smelled a lot like her daughter, which was an odd turn-on, but it was à day for odd turn-ons. I slid the thong on and was surprised how confortable it really was. I had always thought wearing butt floss would be semi-painful.

The rest of the outfit consisted of a plaid miniskirt and a white blouse. The skirt fit well, but the shirt was à bit loose. Of course i didn't have the chest needed to fill it out. So i tied it just above the waist as i had seen girls do. The final piece hung on the bed post. A red wig that was à perfect match for Sandy and Amy's hair color.

I slipped the wig on and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't a ten, but i was an easy six. With some makeup and fake boobs i think i could be a seven.

"God you're beautiful," Charlie said from the doorway.

Guys never get compliments like that. The hot guys tend to know they are hot, but no one has to tell them. The rest of us go through life having to worry whether or not we look good enough to get a girl to agree to go out with us, but never really knowing. This compliment was real, and I felt an odd pride.