Damsel In Distress

Duncan twitched nervously, 'On second thoughts I'm not sure if this is a good idea,' he said twiddling his thumbs. 'I feel ill.'

Helen laughed. 'You can't chicken out now I've told Paul to expect us. He knows all about you, Cindy and he's dy to meet you.'

Duncan winced convincingly. 'That's my name? Cindy, it's so girly.'

Helen nodded staring him straight in the eye. 'I know isn't it a lovely name. I'd love to be called Cindy it conjours up such a delicate, pretty girl.' Duncan agreed but he couldn't tell her that. 'C i n d y, C i n d y,' he said slowly over and over to himself. It was perfect. He imagined signing his new girly name. He pretended to be wearing a chain with his new name on it. He heard voices - girlfriends calling him Cindy, Cindy they shouted. His little cock stiffened and began to throb. He was away with the faries.'

'Look,' Helen shouted disturbing Duncan from dream, 'you promised to be a girl for the day so you can't expect to be called Dunk, wear overalls, talk about soccer and fast cars, now can you?'

Duncan smiled for the first time in about an hour 'I guess not,' he said nodding slowly as if his head had grown very heavy. But he didn't want to wear trousers and talk soccer. He wanted to glide about in a gorgeous dress, wear towering, strappy heels, talk make-up and clothes.

'Good, Good,' she tuts, 'now come on Cindy, be a good girl strip to your briefs and help me sort through my clothes for something suitable for you to wear. If you where a real girl youd love to do this with me.

'Sorry,' Duncan says.

'i don't want to do this first thing tomorrow morning.' She said leafing through her extensive collection selecting dress after dress, pushing them against his near naked torso. 'Let me see.' She pondered. 'The weather forecast is fine and as were going to Cambridge we should really dress as two irresistible débutantes all fixed for a lazy day on the river.' She giggled. 'Summer dresses, impossably high heels and parasols I think, what's your opinion?'