"How's this?" she asked, holding the hand mirror so I could see the finished work."How's this?" she asked, holding the hand mirror so I could see the finished work. "Incredible!" I said, "It looks good enough to eat!" "I was thinking the same thing," she said, "but layyyyyter." " Now it's time to pick out your wardrobe," she said, turning to the dresser filled with all those delectable little underthings. "Since you're a new woman, I think we'll go with with virginal white, although you may not qualify by the time the evening's up," she said, handing me a pair of lacey white nylon bikini panties. "Here, step into these. Don't worry about the makeup smearing...it's waterproof, hypoallergenic, AND it has a great fragrance, too." "But how does it taste?" I wisecracked as I pulled the panties up my smooth legs. I loved the feel of the cool white nylon sliding over my equally smooth buns. I could see why women liked wearing these things, and I began to consider the possibility of wearing them all the time, not just tonight. I even liked the lace trim around the leg openings and the ruffled stretch lace waistband...and the little pink bows at the hips, too. Being feminine is really nice, I decided...reeyully. "We have a bra to match," she said, as she threaded my arms through the straps of an absolutely stunning little front-hook push-up number whose half-cups were topped by wispy lace that barely concealed "my" nipples. I had been so enthralled putting on my panties that I hadn't noticed that Carol had already put on panties and bra that matched the ones I was wearing. I couldn't resist comparing notes: "My boobs are just as nice as yours," I said, "but don't you think you should show a little less nipple? We're beginning to look like sisters, and I'm beginning to feel a bit protective. |