The Invitation Part 5

And while he had always enjoyed playing with girls' knickers ever since he
had borrowed a pair from his elder sister many years previously that didn't
make him gay or a tranny. He had never wanted to dress up as a woman. It
wasn't who he was and he took no pleasure from it. Except he did.

He tucked his genitals back into the boyshorts and let the navy blue
pleated skirt fall back into place. Jack raised his eyes. There, gazing
back at his from the mirror was, at least from the neck down, a young
woman. It looked right and, although he didn't want to admit it to himself
let alone to anyone else including Sally, it felt right too. more confused
than ever, he turned away from the mirror and, skirt swirling around his
stocking encased thighs as he moved, he got on with the chores that Sally
had asked him to do.

After an hour or so Jack heard Sally's key in the lock. While she was
away he had sorted the clean laundry and tidied the downstairs of their
house and as he did so he had become more comfortable with the unfamiliar
heels, modest though they were. Jack saw her look of approval as she
glanced around the lounge.

"Thanks for doing all that clearing up. Did you have a nice time while
I was away sweetheart?" she asked. "I hope you were a good boy and weren't
playing with yourself while I was gone."

"Don't worry," he replied. "I haven't been playing with myself."

"Good, because we want you all full charged for later," she laughed.
Clearly she was referring to after the party, but why did she keep bringing
it up? Maybe the thought of dressing as a man and having him dressed as a
woman was turning her on, Jack mused. If, then so much the better! When
she got really turned on the sex was simply out of this world and if the
price to be paid was a few hours in a dress with all his mates, then it was
a price worth paying!

"OK," said Sally. "We had better get you ready."