Caught by the Past

'I don’t.'

You cringe wishing you hadn’t asked.

'I got them for you. I thought you might appreciate them.'

'What?' you say.' You’re confused.

He scowls. 'Look I’ve no time for games. I’m a good judge of people. If I’m wrong simply tell me to fuck off.'

'But... but... I don’t understand,' you stammer.

James grinds his teeth with irritation. 'Men get off on fantasies. We're suckers for a stunning woman: big tits, tight arse and long legs. Why am I telling you this, when you know it already? Because the vital element in my fantasy is that the dream is incomplete if the pretty thing in a skirt isn’t a sissy man.' He pauses for effect but you’re shell shocked. ‘I assume you don’t get much chance and I thought you’d like the opportunity to experiment.' he smirks. 'What do you wear at home? Huh! Answer me that? Tight-ass hipster jeans and spiky heels or a body-hugging halterneck?' He grabs your bum, you shiver with uncertainty. 'Tell Daddy the truth. I bet you can wiggle you're cute arse in a sexy mini-dress.'

You’re agog. He wants YOU to dress in the pretty feminine things you're holding. Confused, you want to throw the clothes on the floor. You know you should tell him to fuck off and walk away but, but... It's not that simple. The blouse is so pretty and the sexy leather skirt smells so enticing and... You shudder at the thought - there's something about James that you find very attractive. You're not gay but the clothes and his suggestive behaviour throws you off balance.

As you ponder your predicament the lacy bra flutters to the floor. You stoop quickly to pick it up. As you straighten, his strong arms wrap around you like the tentacles of an octopus. They guide you towards the bathroom.

'I'm just not sure if you'd like to be a sexy vamp in a tight mini or a coy librarian in a long pencil skirt. But we will see.'

You try and look deviant. 'What do you think you can do, dress me up like a Barbie doll?'