Next day

I woke early, snuck out of bed, and dressed. I left the panties and bra on my bed and made breakfast. Leslie came out to the smell of toast and coffee. We had breakfast, logged into work by 8, lunch at noon, and by 5 I called it a day. Even in lockdown, exercising outside, alone, was OK, so I ran a few miles. Well back in the apartment, I showered and started to put on my boxers, and saw the panties. I switched to panties, secretly hoping for some of yesterday's magic. My hand hesitated a bit with the bra, but I left it. Back in the kitchen, Leslie had made dinner, and we ate in silence. In the end, I broke the silence with: "May we play dress-up tonight also?"

We cleaned the table. I put on the bra while Leslie gathered clothes and makeup. Keeping in the spirit she had another nice dress out, this one is a dark green fabric with an open back and a split in the side. I put on the dress and stockings and covered them with the bathrobe. Leslie started to brush my hair, braided it in a fancy braid, and fitted a flower in it. She worked her magic again on my face and hung a pearl necklace on me. I walked to the mirror and admired the results. Standing still, a girl was looking back at me. I almost could not stop admiring the result, striking different poses. My self-admiration was broken by the jingle from the show inviting me to the sofa. We relaxed there for a while before going to bed, again sharing her, insisting that I kept the bra and panties on. We chatted for a while about the dress up, and how much better the second was. Before falling asleep we had any intention of doing another the next night.

After work, we both went for a run outside. Well inside Leslie hit the showers first. When I entered the bathroom a fresh set of panties and bra were laid out. This set was in a light pink hue. I walked out and was met with the two dresses. I chose the green, it just felt right there and then. This time Leslie instructed me on the makeup. I made a mess of it, and Leslie had infinite patience, or maybe pleasure, in correcting me. Leslie fixed my hair, again in a fancy braid where she had integrated butterflies. On the previous occasions, she had left my hands alone, but not today. It was time for nail polish. She had chosen a dark red, kind of matching the hue of the dress and lipstick. After dressing, she almost drove me mad by making me walk around the apartment correcting my moves. In the end, she invited me to sit down on the sofa to watch another episode. I had to sit down repeatedly until she accepted my moves as feminine enough.

Tonight she sent me to my own bed, unknown why. Laying there in panties my hands could not stay away from my groin feeling my cock through the silky material. The feeling of the bra also was very distinct, and before long an orgasm hit home hard.

Just before falling asleep, I remembered there was a rumour that some of the restrictions were going to be lifted, I had a split feeling about this. I wanted a bit of freedom, but I also hoped the games with Leslie could continue. I drifted off to a sleep filled with strange dreams where the genders mixed together.