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Date: Sun, 29 Nov 98 09:26:24 -0600

From: PC <witr@hotmail.com>

Subject: Shopping For Pleasure (Fdom, tg) by K. R. English

WARNING! This fiction is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains

strong sexual content. If you are under the age or 18 stop reading

immediately!!!

Title: Shopping For Pleasure (Fdom, tg) by K. R. English

By: Mr. K. R. English

Hope you enjoy this bit of fiction. Feel free to send your E-mail

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non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 1998.

SHOPPING FOR PLEASURE - Part One.

"I told you men wear things like this," she said. "See, look at

these catalog pictures."

Susan held open a thick department store clothing catalog. The pages

she had opened were from the women's undergarment section. They

displayed color photos of models wearing panties, girdles, body

briefers, corsets and other women's foundation garments.

Although he never admitted it to anyone, Pat had always enjoyed looking

at the gorgeous female models in such photos. She held open two

particular pages. Eleven out of the twelve garments displayed on those

pages were women's fashions, but Susan focused on one item.

It had all started out the day before. The two of them were working out

in their basement when she remarked, "You know, I bet a girdle would help

take pressure off your back while you exercise."

He replied, "only women wear girdles."

"Oh no, men wear them too," she answered. "I'll show you some

pictures." The conversation then shifted to another topic. During the

next hours however, Pat's mind kept drifting back to the words she had

said. He wondered what kind of pictures she was referring to.

Now she read out loud from the text while pointing with her index

finger, "Item H - Women's or men's posture belt. Lets you breath

freely, yet it stays in place while supporting your back."

Next she sat down next to him, very close on the sofa and continued to

read aloud from the same catalog paragraph, "Upper section is contoured

in back, overlaid and secured to lower section with accordion type folds.

Three rows of front hook and eye closures for a comfortable fit.

Measures 9 inches from top to bottom. Color White. Soft weave elastic

of nylon polyester spandex blend covered with textured nylon."

The picture showed the torso of a female model who wore the garment over

black panties, but sure enough, the text did say men could wear it too.

Susan put her arm on his shoulder and spoke with a gently persuasive

voice, "Granted, most things pictured here are for women, but I would

really like you to try some of them. It would be just for when we

workout together, privately in our own house. No one else will know."

Pat and Susan had been dating for a long time and were very much

attracted to each other. She was an aerobics instructor and he worked in

sales. To the outside world they looked like a handsome couple. She

the feminine beauty and he the masculine male.

"Well, I don't know . . ." he questioned as his voice trailed off.

"Let's face it, we're not young adults anymore," she replied. "I've

noticed that, like most men your age, you're beginning to show excess

weight around your middle. Also your posture is not a straight as it

used to be."

"You're right about that," he sighed.

"These could help you darling," she said with a convincing appeal in her

voice. "Look, the catalog pictures a firm control girdle, a long line

bra, a back support body briefer, and various waist cinching posture briefs."

Turning the page she went on to point out and explain, "Here's a long

leg panty girdle, some corsolettes and briefer. And look at this page.

The things pictured are described as smoothers and shapers." Her

fingers highlighted a headline at the top of page with four shapely

models in form fitting foundation under garments. His eyes were drawn to

the shimmering satin white panels on some of the garments, and way they

hugged and shaped the models. While it was true the catalog copy

indicated the posture belt could be worn by a man, all the rest of the

dozens of items in that part of the catalog were clearly for women. Many

of them had built in bras.

"Would you wear some of these if I bought them for you?" she asked.

Pat was obviously surprised and caught off guard by the question. She

paused briefly then continued talking while he groped for an answer.

"See how they mold the shape of the models." she said. "They would

work the same on you. Oh darling, it would make me very happy."

Her fingers drifted down to his right hand. Susan used her thumb and

forefinger to form a ring around his thumb. Gently she stroked it back

and forth in an obviously sexual suggestive manner. With a warm smile

they kissed, playfully at first then more deeply. Her hands drifted over

his body as she touched and fondled his chest and crotch. He reached out

to wrap his arms around her, but was surprised when her hands held his

wrists back for a moment.

"You know clients in my fitness program have had good results. They've

all been women. I'd like to try my techniques on a man."

"What techniques are those?" Pat asked.

"I have in mind some exercises I'd like you to work at. Some form

fitting foundations would help with your posture and mussel tone during

workouts," she explained. "In order for this to work, you have to put

yourself in my hands. Let me call the shots then you work hard at

following my directions. She looked right into his eyes and asked, "Do

you think you could do that?"

Pat thought back on the times when she was happy, and in turn made him

happy. Any man in that situation would answer yes and that's just what he did.

"Promise me you'll wear the things I get for you," she asked.

"Which things are those?"

"Trust me," she replied, still holding his hands back in a playful,

teasing manner.

He paused for a moment then tried to kiss her. She held back and again

looked into his eyes.

"Say you trust me," she purred with a sinister smile. "You'll love it

darling."

"Okay," he answered, "anything you say."

"Good. Stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." The two of them had

been sitting in the living room. She got up and walked into the bedroom.

"Take off your clothes so I can get some measurements."

Pat took off his shoes, shirt and pants but stayed in his underwear.

He could hear drawers and a closet opening, then about ten minutes later

Susan returned. She had in her hands a pad of paper and a fabric tape

measure like a seamstress would use. His eyes were drawn to the firm

control body briefer she was wearing.

"I slipped into this to show you what I mean," she purred. The white

undergarment had a front panel made of Acetate satin the reflected a

shimmer of light. The upper part was a bra and it extended over her

midsection onto the top part of her thighs. It was like an open bottom

girdle and had four attached garters. He could see white nylon panties

under the briefer. Nylons encased her legs and she wore pumps with

heels on her feet. The tops of the nylons were fastened to the garters.

She looked very sexy and he loved the way the power mesh fabric hugged

her feminine curves.

"No, take off everything," she directed. He removed the remaining

clothes and stood naked in front of her. Pat could not help holding her

in his arms, and he loved the feel of tight fitting fabric as he ran his

hands over her back and ass. She let him embrace for about a minute.

Once she noticed his cock was getting hard she stepped back away and got

down to business.

"Stand over here," she said pointing to a spot on the floor. "Stand up

straight and hold your arms straight out from your shoulders." She used

her hands to direct him into the proper posture and began to take

measurements. He felt a wave of pleasure come over his body as he stood

naked in front of her. His hands instinctively moved to cover his penis

as it pulsed and continued to be hard, but she playfully moved his arms

back to the position of extended out from his sides.

She started by wrapping the tape measure around his chest. After noting

the number of inches she proceeded to measure his waist then hips. She

playfully touched his nipples and penis as the tape moved lower. Next

she wrapped the tape around his left thigh then the right one. She

measured his arms and other parts of his body and even his neck size.

She could have gotten all the measurements in a minute, but she prolonged

the process in a thorough teasing manner. After about five minutes of

touching and teasing she announced she had all the required dimensions.

"Here's what we'll do," she announced. "I'm going to order some things

for you from a catalog. Some other things we'll get on a shopping trip."

Susan left the room to get a calendar then came back.

"Two weeks from now is Tuesday the 23rd. Let's each take that day off

from work." It was most erotic the way she kept her body close and in

nearly constant contact with him as she spoke. The steady contact had a

electrifying effect on him.

"I want to take you shopping to buy some things that were pictured in

the catalog. Now we'll be going into the women's department of some

stores. I know you can't do that around here so we're going to drive to

some malls on the far side of Milwaukee. It's a two hour drive away so

there's not a chance anyone in those stores could recognize us."

Pat had a surprise look on his face. His mouth started to open as if to

ask a question, but Susan just held a finger to his lips and smiled as

she looked deep into his eyes. "Trust me darling, it will be a fun,

relaxing day. Just the two of us. No one will know about our little

shopping trip."

The Tuesday they had planned was a beautiful fall day. Both Pat and

Susan were in a well rested, carefree mood. She wore pantyhose, heels

and a dress that came down to just below her knees. He was going to wear

jeans at first, but she talked him into wearing nicer clothes to dress up

the occasion a bit. The drive was pleasant and they arrived in the area

of the malls just before noon.

"Let's start in there," she remarked pointing to a large discount store.

Some men fantasize about shopping in boutique shops such as Victoria's

Secret. This store was a popular mass merchant, the kind of store where

women go to buy every day clothes.

"Here, take a shopping cart," Susan directed. Pat began to feel nervous

and was glad to have the handle of the shopping cart to place his hands

on. This being a Tuesday, there was little traffic in the store.

Susan understood his nervousness and suggested they first take a long

walk around the various departments within the store. "I know you may

feel uncomfortable darling," she whispered in his ear. "Let's just

stroll around for a while." After about 10 minutes she guided their

pace over towards the west middle part of the store. A large blue and

white sign suspended from the ceiling announced, in a classic script,

"Intimate Apparel".

Susan knew the management of this chain had always made women's intimate

apparel a key merchandising category. As with all the other stores in

this chain they had an unproportionate large amount of square footage

dedicated to that type of product. In this section of the store the

retail racks offered a wide selection of panties, bras, pantyhose,

bikinis, briefs, girdles, corsolettes, nylons and any type of

undergarment a woman could ever want. Pat's hands began to sweat. He

imagined a thousand eyes were watching this man being out of place in the

women's department.

She sensed his feelings and whispered in his ear, "Relax darling, no one

can recognize us here." Indeed, during the next minutes three store

clerks walked by, but they were so busy with their work they didn't give

a second glance to the handsome couple. Only one other customer was in

that department of the store and that was a much older woman.

After a few minutes went by, a sudden change overcame Pat. The

anonymity made him very comfortable. No one could recognize them and

they could shop at ease.

"You can't wear bulky men's underwear with the things I have in mind for

you. Let's start with some panties," she announced taking him by the

hand. Susan led him over to a rack with a large selection. The ones on

the left were on individual hangers while panties to the right side were

in see through bags of two and three.

They stood close and she spoke quietly in his ear. "Look", she said

reaching to lift a hanger off the rack, "These are made of a nylon with

spandex blend." Her finger traced the back part of the stretch fabric as

she read the words on the package: "the center back seam will give a

rounded back silhouette. I bet a size 6 would fit you. Like them?"

she asked. Susan didn't wait for Pat to answer, she just put them in the

shopping cart.

"Here's some more panties," she said speaking softly in his ear. The

package advertised them as being made of cling free nylon. "These

panties sort of remind me of the nylon brief trunks men swimmers wear.

See there's no lace on them. They are a full cut style and the material

stretches every which way so they should fit you."

As the couple walked down the aisle they stayed very close. At times

she would hold his hand, leaving him with only one hand free to steer the

shopping cart.

"We can't be sure exactly which size will fit you," she explained. "For

that reason we'll get quite a few pair. The ones that don't fit we'll

throw away." Since this was a mass merchant type store, the panties

were low priced. Being among all these feminine undergarments was

beginning to spark his libido. If they overbought a few items that

were the wrong size it was a small price to pay for the pleasure this

shopping trip was bringing to him.

They chatted quietly between themselves and selected a few more pair of

panties. Next they moved over towards the section of the lingerie

department that was stocked with waist cinchers, waist nippers,

torsolettes and girdles. Sizing for these was a bit trickier as the

labels referred to bra measurements. Susan and Pat consulted together

and picked a few things off the rack.

"Do you like shopping like this?" she questioned.

"This is a good time, Honey," he replied.

Let's try another store then head home," she said. They paid for their

purchases with a credit card and headed back out to their car. The next

place they entered had more of a traditional department store format. It

was a very large building however, where they could shop by themselves

as opposed to a smaller store which would have had clerks approaching

with suggestions. In this store they focused on legwear.

"Let's get a few pair of pantyhose for you darling," she pointed out as

they entered the store's intimate apparel department. "I think you'll

need a queen size. Here's a size chart." Pat looked closely at the

chart posted near the packages of pantyhose. Together they picked out

two pair, one dark and one tan.

"The pantyhose will energize your legs, darling," she explained while

standing very close to him and holding his hand. They massage and

invigorate your thighs and lower legs. I also want you to buy some

tights, nylons and a garter belt." Together they picked out a garter

trimmed with a smooth satin front panel. Then they spent another few

minutes slowly browsing around the intimate apparel.

"One other thing before we go," she said. I want you to have bras to

wear. Come on, I'll help you pick some out."

The there were two types of displays for bras. About half of the

inventory was in individual boxes and the other half was on plastic

hangers suspended on racks.

She spoke quietly to him so no one else could hear, "We don't want

something with lace. You'll like the feel of smooth satin side panels.

I figure a 42 should fit you. It has to be a B cup. Anything larger

will be too big."

Bras of various colors, textures and styles were on display. After five

minutes of looking together they found some they both thought would fit

him. They then made their way to the cash register. At that point

Susan stepped forward to talk to the clerk and make the purchases so Pat

could feel easier standing in the background. Once in the parking lot

Susan put the shopping bags in the back seat and they took a long casual

drive home.

SHOPPING FOR PLEASURE - Part Two.

They stopped for an early evening dinner on the way back and arrived at

home around 8 PM. As they settled in for a quite evening at home they

embraced and hugged a few times.

"Let's make sure there'll be no interruptions," she remarked taking

charge of the situation. "I'll take the phone off the hook, lock the

doors and make sure all the drapes are closed." She moved about the

house while he sat in the living room.

"I'm going to change into something comfortable," Susan explained as she

headed for the bedroom.

Pat sat back and watched TV. About fifteen minutes later Susan stepped

back into the living room. He could sense her sweet perfume and was

delighted to see she wore a romantic sleeping gown under a flowing see

through robe. Her panties and bra were visible under the flowing

garment. She had let her hair down.

"Would you like to get a little kinky tonight?" she asked invitingly.

Pat just smiled his response as they both new there wasn't a man on this

earth that would answer negatively to that question.

"Take your clothes off," Susan directed. She then laid a towel on the

floor in front of the sofa, near where he had been sitting. "Put your

clothes over here," she said pointing to the far end of the sofa. "Then

sit on the towel. I'll be right back."

Her gown flowed beautifully as she moved into the bedroom. It took him

only a few moments to remove all his clothing. He then sat naked on the

towel on the carpeted floor, with his back leaning up against the sofa.

She returned shortly caring the feminine clothes they had bought on

their shopping trip and a few other things. In her right hand was a

some kind of small black piece of cloth. Even though the light was dim,

he could see, as she got closer, that the cloth was a blindfold.

"I stopped at a dance supply store the other day and got you this," she

remarked. In her left hand she held up a long sleeve, black, scoop

necked woman's leotard. "That's why I wanted to have you get the tights

and pantyhose today. The next time we're just lounging around the house

I want you to wear this."

She knew he had a "thing" for leotards. This was the type of garment a

female dancer would wear. It was made of a shimmery spandex material.

At first it looked like it would be a bit small for him. As he ran his

hands over the fabric he could feel how it was very stretchy. She could

see his penis start to harden as he imagined how sexy it would feel to

have his body encased in pantyhose, then slip on the leotard.

"Before we get started I want you to wear this," Susan said as she held

up the black cloth. I got this sleep mask at the drugstore. It's for

people who have trouble sleeping at night. The elastic bands slip over

your head like this." All light was shut out from Pat's eyes as she

slowly slipped the mask over his head. She took a long moment to adjust

the elastic straps and carefully position it on his head.

"Notice how the inside lower part of it is padded. The sleep mask has

an extra fold of padded fabric under to your eyes so no light can get in

underneath or at the corners. If we get it adjusted correctly there

should be no pressure on your eyes. How's that?"

Pat moved his hands up to the sleep mask to make a slight adjustment in

its position. Instead of answering with words he just made a slight nod

with his head to indicate it felt as though the mask was positioned right.

"Can you see any light at all?" she asked.

"No"

"Good. Now I want you to promise you won't try to remove the sleep

mask. With the sleep mask on you can focus on the feel of the clothes

with no distractions. It will help you relax and I want to make you feel

that you're under my control. Is that Okay darling?"

Again he answered, not with words, but with a slight forward nod of his

head. He was still sitting upright on the floor, leaning with his back

against the sofa. He sensed she moved back around to be in front of him.

Now Susan was kneeling next to him. The next thing Pat realized was

that she was touching him. She was slowly gliding her hands over his

body in a most erotic fashion. A light touch to his left nipple was

followed up by a firm stroke on his thigh.

"Let's move the towel over here a bit," she whispered. "Now lay face

down on the towel with your arms folded in front of you."

Since he was wearing the mask, Pat had to feel around a bit for the

towel. He then stretched out. For the next few minutes she gave him a

luxurious message. Her hands rubbed his back and stroked his legs for

about five minutes. The sensuous message was beginning to move him into

a dream like pleasure trance.

"Now let's have you stand up." Her hands guided him up into a standing

position. He could feel her apply a gentle touch to his shoulders to

have him turn towards the right.

"We'll start with the panties. We bought six pair today. I want you to

try them on, one by one, to see which ones fit."

He could hear her open one of the shopping bags.

"Lift your right foot up, I'll help you get the first pair of panties

on," she directed as he could feel the fabric of the panties being

slipped over his ankle. "Now your other foot." The panties were slid up

over his thighs and were soon covering his penis.

"These panties are too high cut in the front so they don't fit you at

all," she observed. "Let's take them off and try on the next pair."

One by one she helped him slip the undergarments on and off. Some fit

him poorly so she set those aside. Others were more full cut and fit him

surprisingly well. Just as she had planned, the constant friction of

the panties on his lower body was beginning to have an powerful effect on

him. She could see his penis start to grow and become hard. Susan also

noticed his body reacted to her using the words "panties" and "penis."

The more he would hear her feminine voice repeat those keywords, the more

aroused he became.

"How do those panties fit?" she asked after an ivory colored pair was

slid up in place. Don't the panties feel good on your penis?" she

asked already knowing the answer to the question. "These panties fit,

but some of the other panties don't fit as well, darling so I'll put

those over here." She was making a point of using the arousing keywords

liberally as she spoke. She did most of the talking as he would make

only brief comments as to how each one fit.

After he tried on all of them, they both agreed the fourth pair fit the

best. He stood there naked while she took those and put them in his

hands so he could identify them by feel. He was becoming accustomed to

the blindfold so his senses were more attuned to touch and feel.

"These panties are a color they call rosewood. Remember we got them at

the first store?" she asked. The label says they are made of nylon/lycra

spandex. Remember this is the pair with the front panel made of the

shinny stretch satin?"

Pat needed no help in remembering. His mind vividly recalled the

picture on the package that held the panties. He loved how the full cut

garment hugged the model's body to accentuate her curves.

"Since these panties fit the best I want you to wear them as while you

try on the other things." she announced.

"In a moment I'll help you slip into the panties. I want you to put

them on so the panties hold your penis in an upright position, that is

pointed up. The tip of your penis will be pointed up towards you navel

along the underside of your belly. Do you understand."

"Yes," he replied.

"Good, now the best way to do this is I want to make sure your penis is

as hard as it can be before we slip the panties on you. Here's how were

going to do that," she directed.

"Kneel."

Pat went down to his knees and rested back so his legs were bent and he

was sitting upright.

"No darling, I want you to kneel up," she said. Pat had always had

erotic feelings towards stories that involved dominant women. While her

words were not overly dominant, that fact that she took control of the

situation turned him on. He rose up so he was kneeling in an upright

manner with his knees together.

"Keep your left knee where it is and move your other knee to the right,"

she said while touching his leg. "Hold still. There, that's

better," she paused. "Now here's what we're going to do. I'm going to

put a few pair of panties in your hands. I want you to use the panties

to stroke your penis until it gets very hard. The main thing however, is

you must not cum! Stoking your penis will bring you close to orgasm,

but you must not cross the line. I want you to stop right before you

feel the rush. We'll then slip the panties on while you're good and

hard. Do you understand?" she asked. He replied with a quick nod of his head.

"Good."

She took one panty and wrapped it around his right hand like a glove.

Another panty was applied to his left hand in a similar fashion. She

then took a third panty and had him hold it in both hands.

"Now promise me you won't cum," she demanded.

"Yes," he sighed"

"Good, now begin," she directed.

It took about five minutes of the soft fabric stoking his penis for the

blindfolded man to be hard as a rock. He was so aroused he thought he

would burst. Susan could see he was going into a trance-like erotic

arousal. Earlier, once his blindfold was in place, she had turned on a

brighter light. Now she could see a drop of pre-cum liquid forming at

the tip of his penis so she knew he was ready to orgasm.

"Stop," she said suddenly.

If the blindfold would have been off she would have seen he was nearly

in tears. His body was aching to cum, but she stopped him at the last

moment. Pat was so close to orgasm he thought the sperm would ooze out

of the pores of his skin. She had him stand, then slipped the best

fitting panties up his over his thighs. His penis was so hard it was

easy for him to point it upwards with his fingers, properly in place. He

felt a tingling sensation on his penis as his fingers touched it.

"Put your hands together behind your back," she ordered. "Palms facing

away from you with the back of your left hand resting in the palm of the

right." He then felt her firmly rub her hands and fingers over the front

satin panel of the panty, through which she could easily see and feel

the outline of his thickened cock. This went on for about two minutes,

but to him it felt like an erotic eternity.

She then had him slip on the tights, right over the panties. Next came

the leotard. She helped him put each garment on in a slow, deliberate

manner that involved her hands stroking over his bare skin, and then the

fabric as it covered his skin. He loved the feel of his body being

encased in the nylon tights and leotard. The garments seemed to hug him

in a most erotic manner, quite unlike any male garment he had ever worn.

"Tonight we're just going to see how each thing fits," she proclaimed.

"Keep the leotard on for a minute, then we'll try on the other things.

Here, I'll take your blindfold off for now and we'll take a little break."

Next she picked up a bra and carried it with her into the bathroom. He

could hear a light hissing sound. "Take the leotard off," she said from

the other room. Susan returned with the bra a while later.

"Hold your arms out in front of you," she directed. Susan stepped

around in back of him and slipped the bra over his shoulders. A

wonderful feminine fragrance overcame him. While she was in the bathroom

she had sprayed some perfume on the bra cups. He loved the snug feel of

the bra as it fit around his upper torso. His hands moved up to feel the

shimmery side stretch panels of fabric. The bra was like nothing he had

ever worn before and the smooth fabric gave a tingling feeling to his skin.

"Next time you wear the leotard I want you to have a bra on underneath,"

she said. Someday I may even get some artificial breasts to insert into

your cups, but that will have to wait for another day. Here let's have

you try on some other things," she said.

One by one he was fitted into a waist nipper, panty girdle, corsolette

and all the other feminine foundation garments. The panties stayed in

place under most of the things, but for some she told him to take them

off first. It took the better part of half an hour for them to go

through all the things.

"We're almost done now darling, and that's good as I can see you look

like you're overheated!" she laughed. "Here let me take those panties

down off your hips. Lay face down on the towel and I'll let you cool

down and give you a message." She brought him a drink which he sipped

through a straw.

Before he laid down Susan took a small hand towel and placed it in the

middle of the larger towel, right where his penis would be. He was now

completely naked. She started to message his shoulders. Next she gently

nudged his left hand indicating it was all right for him to slip it under

his body to stoke his penis. It was a heavenly experience for him. She

was doing everything a woman could do to successfully tease and arouse a

man, but he knew he must not reach orgasm without her permission.

As a final inducement to arouse him, she took a pair of panties and

reached under his side to place them in his left hand. He understood he

could use the panties to message his cock. Her hands moved slowly over

his legs, buttocks, back and shoulders while his left hand stroked the

panties over his cock. This went on for about five minutes.

"Would you like to cum?" she whispered in his ear.

Pat was so aroused he quickly let out a hiss like sound of the word "Yes."

"Then go ahead darling."

About a minute later Susan could feel his body quiver and his muscles

tense, which was then followed by his sigh of relief. She then left the

room to let him relax for a while.

In the end, the day was very enjoyable for both of them. Pat was very

thankful that Susan understood his peccadilloes. Everything they did

involved a bit of play acting. Susan prompted him into wearing the

women's undergarments. He protested at first, but latter "relented" and

let her have her way.

Many of the things they bought for him did not fit, so they threw them

out. What was left over was put into a special drawer in their bedroom.

It was understood that she controlled the access to that. If she was in

a playful mood, she would take out some panties or something else and

give it to him to wear.

Of course, deep down, he really enjoyed the feeling of the panties and

other things on his skin. She understood that. Many women would not

know how to react to learning their man enjoyed wearing panties. They

would think the man is gay, queer or perverted. She knew none of those

labels applied to Pat. The clothes were like a simple harmless stage

prop that would spark his sexual interest.

Pat appreciated the mature manner in which Susan handled their little

secret. Her mood during the day was light hearted and relaxed, but she

was careful to not laugh at him or make fun of his desires. Her manner

in dealing with the situation was more like a professional person in a

clinic. She took his desire to dress in panties seriously.

He had no desire to "dress up" in public. He also had no desire to go

further and wear dresses, makeup, wigs or jewelry. In fact most of

the time they would make love in a conventional manner. Only once in a

while would they go on a shopping trip to a distant city and pick out a

few feminine undergarments for him to wear in the privacy of their own

bedroom. Susan's attitude made the experience great for both of them,

and brought them together as a loving couple.

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