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A Halloween Surprise (pt 1) 🎃
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 02:01:06 +0000 UTCLinda sneezed – so hard and so loud, Billy thought that if she’d been wearing a wig, it would have blown straight off.
“I'm sorry,” she said, through her blocked up nose and scratchy throat. “I just don't see any other way to do this.”
Billy thought for a second. What his mother was asking for was a last minute request, a desperate measure – but also something he’d have probably done without being asked.
“I guess I can do it,” he said, unable to stop himself from smiling across the living room at his mother. “Although, strictly speaking, we’re not giving them what they paid for.”
Linda chuckled, the best she could do without triggering coughing fit. “That's okay,” she said. “No-one is going to know anyway. Am I right?”
Billy smiled. “Well, when you’re right, you’re right.”
///
Five minutes later, Billy was alone, staring at his face in the mirror in Linda’s personal bathroom.
His face, he reminded himself. It was unusual these days for him to actually look at his own features in a mirror, to really examine them. He looked older, he thought. Not like, old-old, but still older than when this incredible experience with his mother (and Kate, and Mike and his newly-discovered stepbrother, Jonathan) had first begun. Perhaps being other people aged you prematurely.
“Or perhaps it’s all that adhesive you used to use,” he muttered, smiling at the memory.
Either way, his face was noticeably different to his eyes. Perhaps it was fake. He poked himself lightly in the cheek, as if he was checking to see it was real, not latex or silicone. It bounced back as he expected skin to, with the slight flush of blood beneath the epidermis he expected to see. It was a small, telltale sign, but enough to remind him that this was indeed his face. On many other occasions, even recently, the face he looked at in the mirror was not his own.
Tonight, it wasn’t going to be his either.
The thought of what he was about to do sent a tingle of excitement through his entire body. He turned away from the mirror, opened the door and stepped out into his mother’s adjacent bedroom.
As Linda was currently situated on the couch downstairs, swathed in her fluffiest nightgown and slippers, Billy had her bedroom to himself. He smiled; it had been a long time since he’d be able to do this.
‘This’ being, making the decisions on which of his mother’s clothes he would wear as he impersonated her.
As he opened the familiar drawers, Billy thought how lucky he was that Linda had come down with a terrible head cold the previous day. Normally he would never wish illness on his mother, but in this case, it definitely worked in his favor. That was because Linda Merrill was booked for an appearance that night, and there was no way she could turn up in her current condition. Clients wanted a fresh, fun Linda, not a down, sick Linda.
For anyone else, this would mean an apology, a cancellation, a potential refund. For Linda, she had an alternative option. It wasn’t an option she exercised often, but she had someone available who could fill in for her; a personal impersonator. Billy, her own son.
It wasn’t a job Billy had ever expected to fulfill, but he was extremely happy to be doing it.
///
That night’s event was a corporate Halloween party which Linda had been booked to attend a few months previously as a hostess and “glamour element”, to quote the company’s email request. At the time, Linda hadn’t thought much about it, assuming she would be asked to attend the event as “Linda Merrill, actress”.
As the event got closer however, the company in question asked her to wear a very specific costume – and in fact to perform as a very specific character.
Now that costume, representing that character, was hanging on the back of Linda’s bedroom door.
Billy glanced at it and smiled once more. This, he had to admit, was something of a dream come true. When Linda had told him exactly who she was going to be ‘playing’, he had a minor fanboy freakout. Later that night he’d been unable to resist slipping on Linda’s face, speaking in her voice about the upcoming event, fantasizing how it would feel to slip into the character’s signature outfit.
“God you will look so hot,” Billy told his mother’s face in the mirror, as she smiled and nodded. “Wait until I tell Kate about this. She’s going to be so excited.”
“I think someone else is already excited,” Linda’s voice replied, a smile appearing on her reflected face.
It was true. Even thinking about the idea of his mother being dressed in this outfit, as this character, was enough to give Billy an erection – so for him to now literally step into Linda’s shoes?
“Yeah,” he whispered to himself. “This is going to be a lot of fun.”
Before he could become any sort of character however, Billy had to put on the costume that would go below the costume; the components he needed to become his mother. He forced himself out of his fantasy recollections and refocused on the present; picking out clothing.
“What to wear, what to wear,” he murmured as he carefully looked through Linda’s underwear drawer.
Billy had already worn quite a lot of Linda’s underwear, both before and after his mother was aware of his secret skill to impersonate a woman over twenty years his senior. Before Linda had known, looking through her clothing had been a furtive, illicit, exciting thing to do. Now it was still exciting, but Billy didn’t have to worry about putting something back in the wrong place, or Linda discovering she was missing a favorite piece of night-attire because Billy was enjoying it too much. Now her rules were simple; ask before looking, don’t rip or tear anything and everything gets washed before it’s put back in its place. Those were Linda’s terms, and Billy was completely fine with them.
Deciding to start with the most basic layer of female clothing – underwear – he first pulled out a simple pair of black cotton panties and put them to one side. They weren’t exciting, but they were practical and importantly, the right color for the costume and character.
On second thought, he decided that plain cotton panties weren’t likely to be what this character would favor. Sure, he wanted to be practical to a certain degree and sure, it wasn’t exactly likely someone would see his choice of panties at the event – but then, he’d know what he was wearing beneath the other layers of his disguise. He looked deeper.
“Oh, yes, you’ll do very nicely,” he said, pulling out a Y-shaped thong panty, delicately created in black lace. While not being too gratuitous, they were also considerably sexier than the practical cotton pair.
With that choice sending another jolt of excitement through him, Billy found a matching lace-embellished bra that went with the panties and put it to one side.
It was time to move on to one of his favorite stops; Linda’s collection of hosiery.
Billy had plenty of his own hosiery supplies, but there was something much more exciting about wearing his mother’s own stockings and pantyhose. And pantyhose would be a must tonight, specifically black and more specifically, sheer to the waist. The costume required it. Looking through Linda's various plastic bags full of hosiery, he finally found a barely worn pair of black hose that looked on first glance to be exactly what he needed.
The last item he knew he’d need, apart from the costume itself, were a pair of appropriate shoes – and by appropriate, he meant sexy as hell. Towering heels were a trademark of this character, which meant they needed to be at least three to four inches tall, although Billy felt he could even go taller.
Looking through Linda’s shoe selection, he finally found a barely worn pair of black pumps, with what looked like a three inch heel. Not ideal, but they’d do.
Then he noticed a brown shoebox lurking at the back of Linda’s closet. He stopped cold. There was white, florid writing on the top which he could barely see in the dim closet, but it looked familiar. Could it be?
Reaching all the way back, he pulled out the box and found himself looking at the distinctive logo of Christian Leboutin across the box lid.
“Holy crap,” murmured Billy. “She actually did it? She treated herself to a pair of Louboutins?”
These were designer shoes. These were expensive designer shoes – but absolutely iconic, the kind of shoes that turned heads wherever they went. Billy had dreamt of wearing these shoes, hell, even just for a moment. To find a pair almost hidden in the back of Linda’s closet? He practically had to pinch himself.
With nervous, tingling hands, Billy took the box out and put it on the bed. Carefully opening it, he pulled back a sheet of tissue paper to find a completely fresh, unworn pair of Louboutin ‘So Kate’ shoes, known for their three-and-a-half inch heels and their fit, which tended to run small. Billy hoped desperately that they’d fit him, considering he had to squeeze his feet a little into Linda’s shoes. She had to be saving these for a special occasion, he decided, but what could be more of a special occasion than tonight? He was certain that the company employing “Linda” would appreciate this designer touch, especially when paired with the costume on the door.
Which, he realized, it was time to inspect. Everything else he’d wear beneath the outfit was picked out. He couldn’t delay it any longer; he had to confront his fantasy and make it real.
The costume had been provided by the company hosting the party, and it looked like they had spared no expense. From what Billy could tell, they had actually paid for a replica of the character’s original costume, which, while probably cheap in terms of raw material, would have taken a talented seamstress time to put together. Billy definitely appreciated that. He vaguely remembered seeing a similar costume in the costume shop where he had originally rented a Hooters waitress outfit, but that was cheap as hell and practically looked see-through to Billy’s eyes. This was the real deal.
The costume was on a hanger, under a sheet of clear plastic and consisted primarily of a long, almost floor-length, black dress. Deliberately styled with large slits up both legs, it also had a dangerously low-cut front that would display very generous cleavage. Even when Billy heard Linda would be ‘playing’ this character, he wondered if her own ‘assets’ would be up to par with the real thing’s. Now he was having to recreate them, he decided the bra he’d picked out would not do. Quickly he went back to Linda’s drawers, selected a bra that would help “lift” his fake bosom and returned to the dress.
“I’ll do my best,” he said, imagining the character was stood right before him, “but let’s not expect miracles.”
With a chuckle, he scooped up the other clothing he’d selected, grabbed the Louboutins and walked out of the room with the dress over his shoulder, humming softly to himself.
///
As Billy entered his own bedroom, shutting the door behind him, he could not deny the excitement starting to grow between his legs. Getting to become his mother was always a thrill, but tonight, getting to become Linda, then slip into the persona of this infamous ‘dark mistress’… it was a whole different level of excitement. He was going to layer a disguise over a disguise, and no-one at the party would know. The feeling of deception, of having a secret, was intoxicating as always.
Shuddering in anticipation, he began to strip down to his underwear. He felt lucky he’d shaved his legs and upper body recently – a habit his mother was now unconcerned by – because it meant he could get to his transformation so much quicker.
With the bedroom’s AC chilling him slightly, he stepped into his walk-in closet and found his foundational layer; a well-used corset and body shaper that went on top of it, recreating Linda’s curves. He set about putting them both on, a few minutes of exertion and constriction his payment for a truly feminine look. Despite being used to this level of restriction, he still had to stand still for a few moments after everything was in place, adjusting his breathing to be more shallow. The lack of air helped him maintain Linda’s breathier tones, but it meant he certainly wasn’t moving anywhere fast while dressed as her.
That layer complete, he went to find his old, reliable accessory, the practically magical ‘girl shorts’. When he had first acquired these latex silicone miracle makers, Billy could barely believe that they worked as well as they did; but they had been a faithful companion to him every time he stepped into the high heels of Linda Merrill. Now, feeling comfortable and relaxed about their application, he pulled down his boxers, allowing his semi-erect cock to spring free. Without pausing he doused his privates with talcum powder to ensure he could easily get the shorts on. Then he stepped into the shorts. One errant pull could easily rip them, so he took his time, slowly and steadily moving them all the way up his legs and over his groin.
While it was undeniably exciting, the novelty of the shorts had worn off slightly since he first wore them, so it was relatively easy to slip his cock into the specially built-in pouch which held it fast. It also wasn’t too hard to pull the shorts up and over his relatively modest behind, to assume the more generously endowed butt of Linda Merrill. Up front, all traces of his manhood had also been vanquished. What was left in its place was a realistic fake vagina, complete with hair and, if someone looked closely enough, an accurate recreation of a female clitoris.
He stepped in front of his own full-length floor mirror to examine his now feminized middle. Turning left and right, he looked at his silhouette, which had already taken on the characteristics of an hourglass, and smiled. Giving his new fake butt a slight pat, he whispered “I’m so glad you came into my life.”
Wanting to complete all the layers that clung directly to his skin, Billy then proceeded to apply his twin breast forms that had been carefully modeled to resemble Linda’s. Using his usual adhesive he carefully attached each form onto his chest, feeling the weight pull him forward slightly as he adjusted to his new womanly posture.
With both of the breasts attached, he once again stepped in front of the mirror, looking at them critically. He knew for a fact that one of the reasons Linda had taken this job was that she was convinced she would earn more in tips from excited male partygoers, than she would from the already considerable fee she’d charged up front. That meant Billy needed to make sure his fake breasts were absolutely perfect. After squeezing them together a couple of times, he felt confident that they were not going to dislodge, but he knew he’d definitely need a push-up bra to ensure their beguiling effects.
Billy chuckled at a familiar but still odd reflection; his young male face atop a distinctly female-presenting body. There were still more steps left to complete the transformation, but already he was seeing less of himself and more of Linda.
To make Linda ‘whole’ he could have immediately worn the mask of Linda’s face, but tonight Billy felt that might be best done later. Therefore he moved to clothing.
First was the thong panty that he had picked out from Linda's drawers. They slipped up his legs, feeling wispy and delightful on his naked flesh. As they settled into place over his fake femininity, he turned to admire the cut of the thong and wondered if anyone besides himself would see it later that night.
“Now now,” Linda said, her voice suddenly springing from Billy’s lips. “Let’s not get any ideas, shall we? This is strictly a corporate gig. All you have to do is go in, smile, make some people very happy, and get out again. Please do not damage my reputation as part of that.”
Billy laughed at how convincingly he could scold himself by summoning the voice of his own mother.
“Alright, alright,” he said. “I promise to be good. Even though I’m sure she would say that’s rather dull.”
Turning away from the mirror, he found the bra that he’d selected. It was actually put on in reverse, which was a nice change from the usual back-to-front move he’d need to make. Threading his arms in, he fastened it carefully in front, noting that the straps were strong enough to lift and shape his fake breasts, but also would not be visible even with the low-cut dress. As he turned back to look at their presentation however, he sighed. This wouldn’t do.
Suddenly he remembered that at one point he’d invested in a seriously uplifting bra with his own money, when Kate had asked cheekily if he could “bump up Linda’s bra size a bit” because she “wanted a change”. Billy couldn’t resist the challenge.
Rummaging through his own female clothing selection he quickly found the bra in question. Naturally it was black, and Billy felt certain it would provide the va-va-voom he needed. Removing Linda’s own bra, he quickly changed into his own choice and then stepped back in front of the mirror.
“Yes, that’s better,” he said quietly as he made a few more adjustments. Linda’s fake cleavage was now thoroughly lifted and displayed across Billy’s chest. “Lovely,” Linda’s voice said in approval. “We’ll make a mint with these.”
Chuckling to himself, but feeling increasingly anxious to complete the illusion, Billy next grabbed the pantyhose he had selected. Sitting on the edge of his own bed, he bunched the foot of the hose up and slipped his left foot inside, as always relishing the feel of them on his foot. Despite wanting to savor the feeling of the hose, he also didn’t want to waste time, so quickly pulled the hose up before repeating the process with the right leg.
As he gradually pulled up both legs and smoothed them into place, he noticed that they were not quite sheer to waist. While they were sheer, they seemed to grow gradually darker the higher they went, blending into the pure black of the hose’s waistband. “Better than control top,” he muttered. Returning to the mirror he walked back and forth, looking at his new, sexy legs and enhanced bust from different angles. Everything looked good, even if it wasn’t one hundred percent accurate to the character. “Then again, I should see what it’s like with the dress on,” he told himself.
That was his next stop. He laid the dress out on his bed, admiring the job that the seamstress had done in recreating what was an iconic piece of clothing. Everything, including the flared sleeves and the high slits on the legs, seemed to echo the original perfectly.
“But I won’t know for sure until I've tried it on myself,” he said, grinning.
Picking up the dress, he tugged down a side zipper to give himself room to get inside, then carefully slipped his legs between the folds of the material. He shivered slightly as he felt the dress pass over his hose; the dress clung lightly to his legs, like a lover’s caress. Slowly, he pulled the dress upwards, knowing that it would be quite tight around his already constricted middle, but would ease up as it climbed towards his shoulders.
As the dress reached his crotch and butt, Billy couldn’t help but grin. This was something of a fantasy of his, and now he was getting to live it. The dress was pulled up his midriff, and he thrust his arms one at a time into the sleeves. As he did he noticed a ‘sleeve within the sleeve’, and interior lining which meant that while each sleeve ended in a wide cuff, they wouldn’t fly up and expose his forearms. Quite handy for someone whose forearms might not always pass inspection.
As his hands exited the sleeves he realized some fake nails would be needed, because this character would never be seen dead without perfect nails and makeup. That would happen later. For now, he tugged and pulled the dress up and over his thin, feminine shoulders, then carefully pulled the side zipper back up, constricting the dress around his feminine body.
While from the neck down his exterior appearance was now entirely feminine, what was happening beneath the folds of the dress and inside the girl shorts was anything but. Billy could feel his cock beginning to grow and strain as his arousal grew stronger.
One more time he stepped in front of the mirror and gave a small gasp at what he saw.
Looking back at him – at least if he ignored the sight of his own boyish face atop a female body – was the distinctive look of a character he had fantasized about many times over the years. “And you haven’t even put on those shoes yet,” he murmured, looking for the heels.
But then he stopped. “Don’t you think we should do her face first?”
Linda’s voice seemed to be in his head this time, his subconscious coming to the fore. He shrugged; the order didn’t really matter to him.
“Whatever you want to do, mom,” he said to himself.
///
It was time for the near final stage of his disguise. While he had no real need to hide the mask of Linda’s face from her anymore, as she was completely aware of his impersonation, he still did it out of habit.
Therefore, he once again reached up and inside his closet, finding a nearly hidden box and pulling it down to place it on his dressing table.
Smoothing the dress across his behind as he sat, he luxuriated in the feeling of soft friction between his hosed legs as he opened the box and once more saw the beautiful face of his mother, Linda Merrill, recreated in latex and silicone.
She was staring up from the bottom of the box, mouth slightly open, eyes completely empty, just a face with nothing attached. This was his original disguise, the mask he had wore in that fateful week when Linda had left him alone. In just a few days Billy had ended up with more complications than he had expected, due to the attention of both his neighbor Kate (now his girlfriend) and school jock Mike, both of whom had separate crushes on ‘Linda Merrill’. But that was not the mask that he was going to wear this evening.
Instead he moved to the other side of the box where an entire female head sat on a polystyrene form. This was the full head mask created for Billy by Secondskin, a company where, unknown to Billy at the time, his own stepbrother worked. Previously worn at Comic-Con and on a few other occasions for fun, the mask completely enclosed Billy’s head, ensuring there was no chance it could accidentally be ripped from his face. It was also much more convenient than the original mask, requiring less effort – and no adhesive – to be put on and taken off.
Carefully Billy slipped the mask of Linda’s face from the form and checked the attached wig, which hadn’t been tended to in quite a while. “Tsk tsk,” admonished Linda's voice. ”You really haven’t been taking care of me have you?”
Billy smiled. “Don’t worry. No-one will be seeing your hair tonight anyway.”
Holding the mask in his hands, he walked back to his full length mirror and stood in front of it, as he had so many times before. He looked at his reflection, then at the mask of Linda’s face, feeling his excitement throb and pulse beneath the black dress. His hands slipped within the neck of the mask; then he pulled his palms apart, ducked his head and flipped the mask over as he began to pull it down over his face.
With a muffled groan, the mask began to slide over his features, starting from his forehead. His eyes almost automatically closed, unwilling to see the gradual transformation of Linda in the mirror – he wanted to see the final product. As the mask was quickly drawn down over his features, his hands withdrew, sliding out from underneath the neck as the rubbery material began to reform over Billy’s face. With the mask settled over his mouth, nose and eyes, Billy knew instinctively that his transformation had worked once again.
The mask really was a work of genius; he would be forever grateful to Jonathan for making it for him, as well as others. He gave a silent tribute to his step-brother for a few seconds, then, confident that he would see Linda’s face in the mirror, Billy opened his eyes.
His mother looked back at him from the mirror, her hair disheveled, her smile not quite right and her eyes the wrong color; but in every other way she was perfect. She cleared her throat and spoke in those tones that Billy could imitate so well.
“It’s good to be back,” she began, ”although look what you’ve put me in this time.”
Billy chuckled at his mother’s feigned annoyance. “Just teasing,” she said. “I think I’m going to like this… a lot.”
///
A short time later ’Linda Merrill’ was sat at Billy’s dressing table, applying the final stages of an elaborate makeup job. Beyond just bringing the mask of Linda’s face to life, Billy had to layer on a second layer of makeup to allow him to resemble the character that Linda was portraying, at least as much as possible, without an additional mask.
A perfect recreation of the character’s face, or even just a pre-made up Linda, could absolutely have been done if he’d known he was going to be pinch-hitting for Linda a little earlier in the year. As it was, he would send Jonathan an email suggesting her as a future masking project.
For now though, he was quite satisfied with how he had managed to transform Linda’s face, giving her skin a pale, almost deathly pallor, heavily highlighting her cheekbones, exaggerating his eyelashes with false ones, and further arching her eyebrows with pencil. Now, having inserted the custom-made dentures that recreated Linda’s smile and the colored contacts that recreated her eyes, Billy was about to start the pleasant process of applying Linda’s lipstick. Or, he told himself, this character’s lipstick, because Linda would never really wear this shade of black.
In fact, Billy was lucky that he had black lipstick at all. It had been a gift from Kate, who said she had wanted to try a “goth look”, seen the lipstick and bought it on impulse, but never found a use for it. Now Billy had the perfect chance to try it. He pushed up the lipstick’s dark tip and slowly began to apply it to his latex lips. As always, it was an incredibly arousing process, watching her as she slowly applied this essential part of her makeup.
Partially to get an excellent result, but also because it prolonged his excitement, Billy followed the first layer of lipstick with some lip liner, carefully outlining and exaggerating their shape. Finally, happy with the result, Billy blotted his female lips and flashed the mirror a cheeky smile.
There was one very obvious thing missing, and that was about to be rectified.
Picking up one of his well-used wig caps, Billy carefully pinned up Linda’s hair before pulling the cap carefully over the top, snugly holding it in place. Considering his own hair was confined by the mask he wore, he loved the fact that he was now pulling on a wig cap to hold a wig in place, before putting a wig on top. Another layer of deception, of disguise.
With Linda’s hair carefully concealed, Billy took hold of the very final item supplied with the costume, which was arguably the most distinctive element of the character’s look. A jet-black, spiky, almost punk-ish hairdo which looked like a fusion of 1950s hostess and 1980s rocker. Billy retrieved the wig from the supplied box, carefully held it out and flipped it into place over the wig cap, pulling and tugging it into place with care. After a few minutes of adjustment, the wig looked fantastic. Billy used a comb to arrange and touch up the locks until he was finally happy.
“Well then,” he said in Linda's voice. “Only one thing left to do. Oh, and Billy?”
“Yeah mom?”
“I think I'll be taking over from here on out.”
Billy nodded, watching Linda do the same. Then he stood, walking away from the dressing table and casually picking up the ‘So Kate’ heels. He carefully placed them down in front of his full-length mirror, being particular not to look at his reflection until he was completely ready. Then, just for the effect, he stepped back out of the mirror’s view before returning, walking slowly, sensuously, rolling his hips, imitating the character’s walk as much as possible. As she stepped in front of the mirror, she looked herself in the eye and smiled, a devilish, seductive smile, the same smile she would use on her TV broadcasts that Billy had watched so many times.
“Good evening,” she said, in a passible imitation of Linda doing an imitation of this woman. “I have to thank our sponsors for supplying me with shoes this high. I haven't worn anything this sexy since that summer I spent as a Vegas stripper.”
Billy laughed Linda’s laugh. It seemed like an appropriate comment, the kind of joke she would definitely be telling at the party later. But now, he could delay it no longer. He needed to see and feel those heels on his feet. Carefully, he extended one foot and slipped it into the leather confines of the Louboutin shoe.
As he’d heard, the shoe was definitely a little tighter than normal, but Linda seemed to have done her research and gone up a half or full size. While it was a squeeze, it wasn’t worse than normal.
What wasn’t that normal was the size of the heels. They were higher, he felt fairly sure, than any he’d worn before, but that just made them more thrilling. The physical feel of his heel being lifted upwards activated an instant sense memory, the sensation of truly becoming a woman, as he confidently slipped his other foot into the other heel.
Now, with both feet encased in designer leather, he was truly ready to see this character in all her glory. He turned, took several steps away from the mirror and then, almost as if it was spontaneous, spun in place to confront her.
There, in the mirror, looking back at him, was Linda Merrill dressed in an excellent interpretation of the distinctive costume of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.
She stood with her hands carefully placed on her hips, complete, of course, with fake black nails which Billy had earlier applied. At her waist was a fake dagger thrust into a belt which hung loosely around her hips, which like the dress and wig, had also been provided by the company.
Billy couldn’t be happier with the results. He was sure that even the real Linda Merrill would have been a knockout in this outfit, but now he felt incredibly privileged – not to mention turned on – to act on her behalf.
“Good evening, fellow ghouls and the ghosts,” he said as ‘Linvira’, improvising what felt like a suitably spooky line. “I’m utterly enthralled to be here with you tonight… and I hope we all have a screaming good time.”
Billy suddenly wished that the company had also supplied a script, but apparently he was going to have to improvise the entire night. If he had time, he could have reviewed some of Elvira’s broadcasts and could even have tried to recreate her voice. But, judging by the clock, he had maybe an hour before he had to be present at the party – and there was one person who definitely needed to approve his look before he headed out.
Before he went to seek that person’s approval, however, he couldn’t help but give Elvira a once-over.
He moved his foot, allowing the slit of the dress to fall open, exposing his leg all the way up to well above his thigh. Sure enough, he could see the beginnings of the darker section of the hose, but he reasoned not many people would see or even care about it that night.
“The bigger question is,” he said, in a low voice, “who is going to see what else is beneath this dress?”
Carefully, he used one hand to pull the middle of the dress aside, showing him the pantyhose that covered the thong panty. He could almost swear he could see a glistening wetness there, knowing that he had been producing pre-cum for at least the last fifteen minutes. He slowly moved one of Linda’s fingertips to that wet area, rubbing it slightly and shuddering in response.
“Later,“ he told himself, ”we are going to have so much fun.”
He gave one last look at his makeup, laughed in delight, then turned on those incredible heels and walked directly out of his bedroom.
