The Invitation Part 5

"It's a bit early, don't you think? We're not supposed to be there
until 7.30 and it's only 5 now."

"It will take you a little longer to get ready than usual, boyfriend!"
she laughed. "Come on - upstairs."

Over the space of the next two hours more effort went into Jack's
presentation than had gone in over the previous 20 years of his life
combined. Sally led him into the bathroom and striped him slowly of the
schoolgirl costume, and not without some secret regret on Jack's part as he
was really starting to enjoy the sensation of the skirt, the stockings and
the heels.

First to go were the shoes. Jack stepped down from the unaccustomed
height he felt the muscles in his calves complain a bit as they were
released from their unfamiliar pose. Next Jack felt Sally reach for the
zip at the side of his pleated skirt. She smoothly ran the zip down and
then deftly released the hook in the waistband and allowed the garment to
drop to his feet. Jack studied the reflection in the mirror - the skirt
pooled around his feet, stockings rising from the puddle of navy blue
material and ending just beneath the white tails of the blouse. The blouse
itself being held clear of his stomach by the swell of his stuffed bra that
he was wearing beneath it, the straps just visible though the material.

Then Sally undid Jack's blouse, pushing it back from his shoulders and
revealing his bra, suspender belt and panties. Jack drank in the
intoxicating site and felt his cock begin to swell again.

"Turn around," she told him.

Jack turned away from her, still watching his reflection in the mirror.
Jack felt her hands unclasp the bra and push the straps off his shoulders.
Looking at this reflection, Jack could see the marks of the bra straps in
his skin. He swallowed. There was something peculiarly feminine about
those marks and while he knew he should be uncomfortable with seeing them
on his own body he was not. It felt weird seeing them, but it didn't feel
alien looking at them and Jack knew somewhere that it should have done. He
felt her hands go to the clasp at the back of his suspender belt and, with
a surprising spark of sadness, felt the tension release as she unclipped
the back and push the belt with the stockings still attached down his legs.