Crossing over

In the year's that you've been married, you and your wife have rarely spent a night apart, so you'd be telling a lie if you said you weren't somewhat thrilled about her week long business trip outnof town. You already had mental plans to drink too much, sit around in your boxers, maybe smoke a cigar or two and watch porn on the big television in the living room.

It was a far cry from your bachelor years, but as a happily married man, you would take what you could get.

You took the day off so that you could drive her to the airport...and of course she was running late and had to shower at the last possible minute. Susan barely made her flight and you got home just in time for lunch.

You drank your first three beer while watching ESPN in your boxers, then you headed piss. You quickly relieved yourself and as you turned to get back to your afternoon of beer and sports, you noticed that your wife had left her dirty panties laying on the side of the tub.

In the early years of your marriage, when you worked different shifts, that had been a thing between you. She'd leave her dirty underwear for you to sniff and jerk off. Most of the time they were just worn, but sometimes she'd even masterbate in them to get them really dirty for you.

You picked them up and held them to your nose. Your wife's familiar scent filled your senses. They say women give off pheromones from their pussy, and there is no doubt your wife's were made just for you. Of all the women you'd been with, her smell got you ever time. Your cock was already at full attention and sticking out of your boxers.

After a few minutes, you wrapped the panties around your cock and started stroking with them. They were cool and silky and felt good against your skin, which might explain what happened next. You dropped your boxers to the floor and slid into the panties, hard cock and all.

Catching a glimps of yourself in the mirror, you realized that you had a very nice ass, which filled out your wife's panties better than hers did. You suddenly found yourself stroking while looking at your own ass in the mirror.

You couldn't have explained what happened next if you had . After admiring yourself in panties for several minutes, you found yourself trying on a form fitting dress that just happened to fit you perfectly. If only you had boobs, it would have been a perfect.

Intrigued, you forgot about stroking and rushed to the bedroom to find a black wig Susan had worn for Halloween. You quickly pulled it on and hurried back to stare at your reflection.

What you saw blew your mind. You were completely gone. In your place was a very cute girl who shared some of your same features. If you had seen a photo, you would not have recognized yourself.

The only problem was the hard cock pressing against the front of the dress. You hitched up the dress, freed your cock from the panties and frantically stroked it, still admiring your reflection. A few moments later you had one or the most intense orgasms of your life and shot a massive load of cum all over the mirror.

You cleaned up, and suddenly felt very tired. You headed back to the living room and laid down on the coach. Within minutes you had fallen asleep.

Some time later you were awaken by the door bell. Having forgotten all about your crossdressing experiment, you hurried to the door and opened it. Luckily your wig stayed in place!