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                          The dream, part one
          .
                  I opened my eyes, still bleary with the
     last vestiges of sleep and reached to my left.  My hand
     met with only the blankets and the surface of the water
     bed.  It would seem that Sharon had already gotten up
     and left for work.  Damn, I had hoped to have a bit of
     time this morning, sharing the blonde delights that
     made up my latest girlfriend before she got out the
     door this morning.  After all, I did not have much else
     to do today it, though she had to work.  Fortunately,
     though, she had only a short work day.  She would be
     back about 4 I hoped, unless she decided to go home
     tonight instead.  I hoped she stopped here first, I was
     growing kind of used to having her long legged, blonde
     haired form, running around the place, not to mention
     the delightful bounce of her more than ample breasts.
     God that girl had some fine tits.  I loved her jutting,
     perky nipples too.  In fact she had one of the finest
     bodies I had ever seen, trim and firm, everywhere, but
     with all the right curves in all the right    places.
     I also loved the fact that she had as creative a mind
     when it came to sex as I do.  That can be a very
     difficult thing to find these days.  I was never sure
     just what she would want to do next.

                Finally, I knew that I might as well get out
     of bed and get something done, even if it was not wage
     earning.  I was tired of being "trapped" at home as I
     had been since my accident.  Well, soon, I would be
     back to the grind and then I might appreciate all this
     time off I have had.  Though it would be a lot nicer if
         Sharon were here to share it.  As I got up, I could
     see something hanging on the front of my closet in a
     plastic wrap like a cleaner uses.  It would seem that
     Sharon would be back, and she had some new games in
     mind.  What the hell, so far all of them had been as
     exciting to me as they had been to her, I was sure this
     one would be the same.  As I began to get up to stagger
     first to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for my first
     cup of coffee, I noticed a note hanging on the plastic.
     As I rose I made a grab for the note, plucking the tape
     loose, and then stumbled out of the bedroom to take
     care of business, the note clutched in my hand.

                I entered the kitchen and grabbed up my mug
     sitting on the counter, making a quick swirl under the
     faucet as I turned on the hot water, and then grabbed
     for the coffee, already hot, waiting form me, and them
     headed for the table and the first chair I could find.
     Sitting down with my steaming cup of coffee, I
     remembered the note I held and opened it to read it.  I
     could tell by the gentle loops that Sharon had written
     this note in no hurry.  Perhaps she had been planning
     this for a while.  If she had been planning something,
     then I knew from the 5 months that we had been seeing a
     lot of each other, that it should be something a bit
     off beat, but guaranteed to be exciting, and a lot of
     fun as well, or so all of her little games had been
     thus far.  I unfolded and      smoothed the note.

                 It said: "Ron, on your closet door is
     something I got for you, I hope that it fits, and on
     the floor of your closet is another bag.  Also some
     things that I got for you that I hope fit.  Please, be
     wearing these things when I return later.  I know it
     may seem a strange request, but I promise you that you
     will never   regret this, nor forget it either."

                Well, I was intriqued anyway.  This was not
     the way she normally did things, though she did often
     think out the things she wanted done, or wanted to do,
     in advance.  But this note business had me really
     curious, and very much in anticipation.  This should
     prove to be something interesting.  I sat there
     thinking about it, and wondering what might be in the
     dark plastic, and the bag, as I  drank my coffee and
     woke up completely.  I also decided that no matter what
     it was, the first thing was to get a shower and shave.
     I felt like I had sweated all night and knew my heavy
     beard must be looking like a weeks growth after last
     night.  But I would have all this done and still be
     able to check out the bags and stuff long before noon.

                Finishing my coffee, I put the cup on the
     drainboard in the kitchen and then headed for the
     shower.  Stripping off my robe, I reached in and turned
     on the water, then stepped inside.  The warm water felt
     good running down my shoulders and back.  It felt so
     good that I took my time about soaping up, scrubbing
     and rinsing off this morning.  Finally, stepping from
     the shower I reached out and took a clean towel and
     began to dry himself completely. Finishing that I hung
     the towel up to dry and wandered nude into the bedroom.


                I walked to my closet and opened it first,
     reaching in to take out the bag that was there as the
     note had said.  I took the bag and set it on the edge
     of the waterbed and closed the closet, then turning
     back to the waterbed, I slowly opened the bag.  What I
     saw inside caused me to pause for a moment thinking
     about the note I had read a bit ago.  Yes, this was
     very odd, even for her, for inside the bag, a fairly
     large bag at that, were things I had never really given
     any thought to wearing for any kind of sex games.  Oh,
     sure, I had done something similar to this for
     halloween, just to freak out my bosses, but not for the
     idea of a sexual fantasy.  I was not altogether sure
     that I knew the right way to put all of these things
     on.  Reaching in, my hand encountered another note
     which I slipped out and read.  It seems that she had
     even thought of this and had left him some simple
     instructions in case I was unsure about what was in the
     bag.

                Following the notes, I first took out a
     black, half lace and half satin cupped bra.  I looked
     at it and as I did, I imagined Sharon lush, firm tits
     filling it.  But, remembering her promise, I did as
     instructed and put it on.  It felt very strange,  but
     oddly not the least bit uncomfortable as I had thought
     that it would be.  The next thing I took out of the
     bag, in the order of the note was some hose.  She had
     called these suspender hose, and I began to see why.
     She had said in the note that they would be less
     uncomfortable, and easier to work around than
     pantyhose, and that they were a good color for me,
     suntan, whatever that means.  So, following her
     instructions I also put them on.
                Standing there, I felt a touch foolish, even
     more so when I moved.  I found that as silly as I may
     look, the sensations of the hose were incredibly
     arousing.  I could hardly wait for when Sharon would
     get home.  Next was a pair of black lace nylon panties.
     The nylon was stretchable enough to support my cock
     comfortably.  The soft nylon lace felt incredible
     against my skin, hugging it without being tight, and
     allowing the most freedom of movement I could imagine.
     Even the fact that they were high cut legged briefs
     rather than bikinis, which I normally wore in the men's
     variety, was not a major problem with the delightful
     way that they felt. I went on with the instructions,
     next removing what she called a full length black slip
     from the bag.  It was full length alright, the hem
     covered in black lace, the cups and upper hem also were
     soft nylon lace.  I put it on as she had instructed in
     her notes.  Then I moved to the closet to begin
     removing the plastic from what she said would be a top
     and appropriate matching items for the outfit she
     wanted me in when she got home.  As the plastic fell
     away, I saw a black shirt, and took it off the hanger
     and put it on.  I realized as I did that it was not a
     shirt, because the buttons were on the wrong side.
     Stopping for a minute, I looked at the label.  Hmmm she
     had planned this out, this blouse was silk, no wonder
     it felt so soft and silky as I slid it on.
                Under this was hanging what looked to be a
     very long, very light material, skirt.  Finishing
     buttoning the blouse, I stepped into the skirt, making
     sure the slip and blouse slipped inside the waist of
     the skirt, then buttoned up the side of it and fastened
     the belt that was already run though the loops.  I then
     went back to the bag, this time removing a strange box
     from it.  I opened the box, and was oddly not surprised
     to see a pair of black pump heels in there.  3 inch
     heels should not be too difficult I thought to myself
     as I tried them on and began to practice walking in the
     shoes.

                All in all, though I felt kinda strange, I
     found the clothing to be very comfortable, even quite
     exciting.  Sharon had chosen the sizes pretty close to
     exactly the right ones it would appear. But then, since
     I had no idea about if any of it was really fitting
     right, I was merely guessing at it.  I was trying to
     figure out what in the hell Sharon had in mind for
     tonight, but I could not really fathom what was in her
     mind.  This should prove to be interesting, or at least
     I hoped so after all of this preparation.  Now I began
     to understand just why she had been so curious about my
     reactions and comments when she and I had sat around
     one night looking through some catalogs she gets
     regularly in the mail.  She  had wanted to know if I
     liked them, not if I thought they would look good
     on her.


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                    The dream, part two

           All in all, though I felt kinda strange, I found the
     clothing to be very comfortable, even quite exciting.
     Sharon had chosen the sizes pretty close to exactly the
     right ones it would appear. But then, since I had no idea
     about if any of it was really fitting right, I was merely
     guessing at it.  I was trying to figure out what in the hell
     Sharon had in mind for tonight, but I could not really
     fathom what was in her mind.  This should prove to be
     interesting, or at least I hoped so after all of this
     preparation.  Now I began to understand just why she had
     been so curious about my reactions and comments when she and
     I had sat around one night looking through some catalogs she
     gets regularly in the mail.  She had wanted to know if I
     liked them, not if I thought they would specifically look
     good on her, but did I just like the appearance of them in
     general.

           I walked back into the kitchen, poured myself another
     cup of coffee, the last in the pot.  I set the cup on the
     table and walked back into the kitchen to make a new pot.
     When I opened the cupboard where the filters and coffee
     grounds were kept, I found an odd looking bag sitting in
     there with another note.  Now what, I thought to himself, I
     was already dressed from the skin out, what could she
     possibly have left to spring on me?  I reached up and took
     the bag out of the cupboard, it was not really heavy, but it
     did weight 3 or 4 pounds.  Strange, I thought as I took out
     also the things I needed and fired up another pot of coffee,
     then took the bag to the table and sat down with my coffee.

           Taking the note off the bag that was taped to the
     side, I opened it to read.  It had lines with separations,
     sort of like some step by step instructions.  I read the
     first lines...

           "Ron, please follow these instructions as I have put
     them down, or later undoing this might hurt a bit."

           "Step 1, unbutton and slip off the blouse.  Slip the
     straps of the slip down so that the top of it slides down
     the belt of the skirt.  Do not unhook the bra, just slip the
     straps off of your shoulders and move the cups down toward
     your stomach a couple inches."

           "Step 2, now take the items in the bag out, there are
     three things in there, two, as you will notice right off are
     shaped, and look like breasts, set them on the bag, the
     third is a little bottle of liquid, be careful with that."

           "Step 3, and this maybe the hard part, go into the
     bathroom and grab that old makeup mirror, the one that props
     up for use, but before you come back, take your clippers and
     trim all the hair on and around your own nipples, in fact,
     most of your chest just to be safe."

           I was not to sure about this, but, not wanting to
     disappoint her, and whatever she might have in mind, I
     unpacked the bag and went into the bathroom, digging out the
     clippers and the mirror.  With some reluctance I slowly used
     the clippers to remove the hair from my chest. Slowly and
     carefully, making sure that none of it fell down into the
     bra or the blouse.  I knew how much that might itch.  When I
     finished, I put the clippers away and returned to the table
     and the note.

           "step 4, open the bottle and apply a small amount of
     the liquid on the flat parts of the breast form, then
     carefully, so as not to get the liquid all over your hands,
     and using the mirror so you can see that it is right, place
     the form against your chest so that it hangs like the real
     thing.  Repeat this for the other side.

           "Step 5, then put the bra, slip and the blouse back
     on.  Now you will know how I feel, only without all of the
     sensations I get from my own breasts.  Walk around some to
     get the feel and weight of them.  By time I get there
     tonight, you should have a pretty good idea of what it would
     feel like to have real ones of your own.  Too bad that men
     don't, or this could be even more fun than it is going to
     be."

           I did as the note said.  It sure felt strange to him
     to have the extra two or three pounds, perhaps more, on my
     chest.  I had noticed that the detail of them had been
     pretty exact.  I figured that these were the kind that women
     got for themselves after things like mastectomy surgery or
     something.  I was sure that they were not cheap.  Whatever
     Sharon had in mind, I hoped that she felt it was worth the
     expense, the breastforms and the clothes had to cost her
     something.  The last part of the note was simply that I
     should just relax around the house, but do everything as she
     might dressed like that, things like do not cross your legs
     like I normally do, but more like she would.  In other
     words, that I should practice being what I was now looking
     somewhat like. I thought, well, I had come this far, and all
     for a special time with my lady, so, I figured playing along
     a bit further could not hurt.  Besides, the feel of the
     skirt as I moved about the house was thrilling, the soft
     fabrics rubbing gently against my skin was also exciting.

           I picked up my coffee and went into the living room,
     and sat down on the couch.  I found trying to cross my legs
     like Sharon did in a dress was too strange, so I tucked my
     legs under me like I had seen her do.  That was much more
     comfortable.  I picked up the remote and turned on the
     television.  Might as well watch the news while I waited for
     her to get home.

           As I sat there, the phone rang.  I reached over to the
     end table and picked up the reciever.

           "hello?" I asked.

           "Hello, Ron?" I heard a sexy sounding voice say back.

           "Yes, this is Ron.  Can I help you with something?"

           "Well, yes, Ron, you can, but I will need to come over
     to explain it to you.  You don't mind if I drop by in about
     20 minutes do you?"



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                         The Dream, Part 3
     .
           I hesitated, considering the way I looked right now, and
     knowing that the note said that I should not try to remove the
     breast forms during the day, as there was a special way to do it
     that Sharon would explain when she got there later.  I did not
     think I could hide them from anyone coming over, not even for a few
     minutes.  I was hard to embarrass, but I knew anyone seeing the
     breasts on me would turn me the reddest I had ever been.

           "Um, well, it might not be all that good to come over today.
     I.."

           "Ron.. I have a request to make of you, when I do come over,
     be in that black silk outfit you got recently.  I would like very
     much to see you in that.  No, don't ask how I know about it, I will
     tell you when I get there, just, please, go ahead and be wearing
     the long black silk skirt and the black silk blouse. I will knock
     three times then pause, then do it again when I get there so you
     will know it is me.  Can I come over?"

           This was getting real strange, had Sharon told some other gal
     of her plans?  Was this in some way a test by Sharon to see if I
     would step out on her?  Was there another reason for this?  Was
     this a part of the surprise she had in mind for him?  I did not
     know what to do, but since the woman already knew of the outfit,
     I supposed I had to find out how she knew, and what it was that she
     wanted of me.  And she did have the sexiest voice I had ever heard
     over the phone.  If she looked half as good as she sounded, this
     would be one hot looking lady.  Ok, I will admit it, I was as
     intriqued by the voice on the phone as I was about why my girl had
     asked me to dress up like this.  Though after spending a couple of
     hours now like this, I began to regret that it was not more
     acceptable in society.  The comfort and feelings were absolutely
     incredible.  I had never felt so nakedly free while fully clothed
     before.  I also began to hope that this went like she wanted, and
     that she might want to do it again.  I know that I would not mind
     doing this much again for her.  God but it felt delightful.

           "Ok, I will.  20 minutes?  Ok, I will be ready by then.  And
     I am curious how you knew about this."

           "I will explain everything when I get there.  See you in 20
     minutes." she said then hung up.
           I got up, refilled my cup and spent the 20 minutes pacing
     around the living room while I waited.  When finally I heard the
     three knocks on the door, I felt butterflies in the pit of my
     belly.  I had left the door unlocked, so I could just call out
     "come in" when she got there.  I surely did not wish for my
     neighbors to see me this way.  I knew that I would never hear the
     end of it, not that any of them really knew me or mattered to me
     anyway, but I did live in this complex.  The knock came again so
     I called out "come on in, the door is unlocked."

           The door opened and a gorgeous redhead walked in, carrying
     a fairly large metal suitcase with her.  She stepped away from the
     door and put the case down out of the way.  She had left the door
     open, and just as I was about to ask her to please close it another
     redhead walked in, also carrying one of the aluminum cases.  I was
     shocked!  She had said she was coming, not that WE are coming.  How
     many people did Sharon tell about this, or was one girl telling the
     other and so on?  Then I stopped for a second to measure the
     reaction of the two as they looked at me and noticed some thing
     about the two.  The two were almost identical.  There was only a
     few very minor differences to tell them apart.  The two women
     appeared to be about mid twenties or so, with almost waist length,
     darker red hair, full and soft to the look.  Both women were also
     gifted with the kind of figures that haunted men's dreams.  I could
     see this even though they both wore what looked like white women's
     suits with knee length skirts and very sheer and silky white
     blouses.  They were both gifted with full and more than ample
     breasts, the kind that really excited me.  I had always been a
     breast man, much more than a leg, or butt man.  And boy, did these
     two have them.  Not that either their legs or any part of them was
     less than my secret ideal of a woman.

           "Ron, I am sorry, I just realized  I forgot to tell you that
     my sister was coming with me.  Oh, and my name is Karen and her
     name is Margie.  I hope that you do not mind too much. I promise
     that you will not regret letting us come over."

           "Hello, Karen, Margie.  It is really nice to meet you two,
     and I hope you will not mind me saying that you are both very
     attractive young women.  I am curious to know how you knew about
     this outfit though."

           "Well, we were told that we would find you here about now,
     and in that outfit.  We were also told to bring these two cases
     with us, and the contents. It seems that some of the items in here
     are things that someone thinks you want or need."
           "And who told you, if I may ask?"

           "Well, we are not really supposed to say right now, just that
     we were told to come and that you would be dressed like that.  I
     am sure you will find out all about it very soon, and why all this
     elaborate scenario was set up like it was." Karen said, her face
     lighting up with a bright smile.  God this woman was gorgeous when
     she smiled, and even when she did not.  If Ron did not have Sharon,
     he knew he would be trying to take this woman to bed even now,
     perhaps, his luck taking a turn for the awesome, both of these
     visions of loveliness standing before him.

           "hmmm, curious.  Now, what is it I can do for you?"

           "Mind if we sit down to discuss this?  It may take a few
     minutes."

           "Not at all, please, sit down.  Oh, and can I get either of
     you anything?  Coffee, a drink, anything?" I said as I moved to sit
     down on the couch.  The girls shook their heads and mumbled
     politely about being just fine for now.  The twins each sat on
     either side of me.  For a moment no one spoke, just sat down and
     looked at each other.  As I sat there looking, I wished we had met
     in other circumstances because as I sat looking at Karen I felt
     desire rising within me like I had not felt in a long time.  The
     more I looked, the more I wanted to take her to bed and enjoy
     her charms.