When I was promoted to VI, things got a little better as I received an office of my own and I could fantasize behind my desk in relative privacy - enough privacy to let my dick stick out of my fly for comfort.When I was promoted to VI, things got a little better as I received an office of my own and I could fantasize behind my desk in relative privacy - enough privacy to let my dick stick out of my fly for comfort. A trend was developing in our sexual relations. More and more, I was taking the passive role. Actually, I hardly ever initiated sex except for that first week. Thereafter, even though the dick between our pair was mine, Kyle took the 'traditional' male role. I didn't mind at all - in fact, I encouraged it: it made my secret plan all the more appropriate. We were sorely tempted to take a sick day or two per week, but managed to restrain our lusts for appearances' sake. We did manage some form of sex-play every night, and most every morning. Of course our weekends were constant orgies and on Mondays it was even harder to be good and go to work. I knew that Kyle was my proper lifetime mate - we were perfect together. About six weeks after my order to the catalog company was made, my package arrived. I took it into Kyle's old room, shut the door, and tried on every stitch of underwear on. Everything fit perfectly! I selected a blue lacey bra with some of those liquid filled pads to give it shape, a corset that nipped in my waist nicely even though I couldn't lace it as tightly as it could go, blue garter belt with smokey black stockings, and blue panties. A long blond wig made an amazing change to my face. I didn't know anything about makeup, so I didn't try to use any. After a long admiring look at my lingerie-clad body (I knew I would come to *love* this!), I went out to show Kyle the new me. A drink was waiting for me on the coffee table when I reached the living room, and Kyle was in the kitchen making dinner. I called, "Yo, Kyle, could you come here a minute?" He came through the door and stopped and stared, open mouthed. He sagged against the doorjamb and I knew what I probably had looked like that day I first saw him naked. |