Carrie Ann's Delight

Down the list I went. The white spandex high-cut briefs were closer to a girdle than panties. They had the additional duty of holding my CB6000 back between my legs. They were trimmed in lace and had breather panels down both sides. The bra matched the panties, was made of spandex and was front closure.

The blouse was of a very thin material with a larger open collar and three button sleeves. The details of my bra were clearly visible.

The gray trousers had pink pin stripes and were elegantly tailored in year-round wool with a side zipper. My waist is fairly small for a male at 32" and my caboose is a shapely 38". In most cases I wear a size 10T. These trousers had been lengthened in the crouch to provide additional space so my clitty stick cage wouldn't ruin their drape. The belt was thin pink leather with a delicate silver clasp.

I have a narrow foot for a male wear a size 9.5B or 10B in ladies shoes. The shoes for this outfit matched the belt. They were pink leather, open-toe, wedge sandals with I.5" heels. The strap between my big and index toes featured the same delicate clasp.

There was no jewelry and all my identification, credit cards, keys and cash were in a stylish pink clutch purse. Rachel had thoughtfully included a delicate lace handkerchief and a spare tampon.

I never really used makeup and while my hair was on the long side it was cut in a male style parted on the right.

When I entered the den, Rachel turned and took a long look. Pointing toward the fireplace she said. "Walk over there, turn a couple of times and come back. You know runway style."

When I had done as instructed. She said. "I want you to practice putting more up and down motion in your hips as you move. It will help if you try putting one foot down directly in front of the other. Otherwise, it just the look I wanted." She picked a lipstick up from the bar and said. "Put this on and we will be ready to go."

Go exploded in my head. I had reached for the lipstick, but I froze. I momentarily looked at Rachel, terror in my eyes. I quickly dropped my eyes, but the damage was done.