You want to dress up in the bedroom.

You feel embarrassed: it'd be better to deal with the female dressing alone. "I'd rather go to the bedroom," you tell him in a low voice.

He walks over to a door, opens it and waves you in, "Here, you'll find everything on the bed." You go in and he closes the door behind your back.

You are alone in his room. A bag is on the double bed. You open it. You pull out a short burgundy nightgown, lace panties of the same color, white striped hold-ups, and a pair of very long gloves.

You look at those items of clothing and feel very puzzled. You are a man, a male, and you have never had any doubt about this. You feel these items as completely foreign to you. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

You think about it. Steve is very nice. You might want to take it all as a game. After all, all you have to do is to start some foreplay, then you'll take everything off and you'll fuck like two men.

You undress completely and look at the clothes you'll have to wear. What to start with?

You pick up the panties, look at them a bit and laugh: what a stupid idea to wear that stuff, it's so good to be male, why put on such ridiculous things? You shrug and slip the panties on. The front is quite wide, but it doesn't completely cover your soft penis. Behind, the panties narrow and become a simple string. You pull it up to get it between your butt cheeks, and when the string touches your anus... you feel a jolt of unexpected pleasure.

You start to slip the hold-ups on and you feel them like a new skin on your skin. Their softness makes your body feel softer, it makes your soul feel softer. You feel an excitement you've never felt before: your penis sleeps in your panties, but your skin quivers as if hungry to be touched.

Now those strange clothes no longer seem ridiculous to you; on the contrary, you feel the need to wear them. You slip into the nightgown; it is very short and leaves your whole bottom exposed. You look at yourself in the wall mirror: you might say that you don't recognize yourself dressed like that, but you might also say that you recognize a person you've never seen but that you feel roaring inside you, demanding with great power to take possession of you and free you.

You slip on the gloves, they are soft and long, reaching past your elbow. You feel your skin as if it was boiling, as if it was exploding with excitement. It is the skin of a female, it is skin that yearns to be explored by a male to rise to the sky and envelop a new world.