An Animated "Caught" Saga:

Patrick had stayed home "sick" from school. He had usually had a hard time convincing his mom but for some reason, today was different.

He slept in and woke up around noon, heading straight for his older sister's room.

She was at school and he remembered hearing her complaining to their mom about how it wasn't fair that Patrick got to stay home and she couldn't.

He opened up the top drawer and found a very cute pair of soft cotton panties to try on. Colleen was a very petite girl but a few years older that Patrick so he  could still fit into her clothes without much effort.

He slipped into the panties and was immediately aroused by the feeling of feeling feminine.

A little more snooping in her closet and Patrick found an extra school uniform.

He put it on, a little embarrassed at how short the length was. He looked at himself in the mirror and blushed. If he hunched over at all, his panties became visible immediately.

Next, it was time to find some shoes to complete the outfit and then on to make-up.

Even though Patrick wasn't going to school, it didn't mean he wasn't going to get a certain education that day. He planned on working on his girlie walk and trying on as many outfits as possible before Colleen came home from school at 4:30.

He was just about the switch into a new outfit when the door slammed downstairs and he could hear heavy footsteps running up the stairs!

It was Colleen!

"Patrick! I know you're not sick, where are you!"
she said angrily.

Patrick almost had a heart attack when he heard her voice. She was coming up so fast there was almost no time to react.

In a moment she was upstairs and saw that her brother wasn't in his room. When she came to her room, she noticed the door was closed.

"LET ME IN PATRICK!"

"What are you doing home?" Patrick moaned.

"It's lunch time. What are you doing in my room, you creep!?!"

They struggled back and forth on either side of the door for a moment until Colleen finally pulled it open enough to stick her foot in the crack and then pry it all the way open.

Patrick took a step back but there was nowhere to hide. He'd been caught.

"What the hell are you doing!" Colleen demanded.

"It was just a joke, Col, don't freak out." Patrick said meekly.

"Freak out? Ya right! I always wanted a little sister!"

"It was just this one time, I swear."

"I can't wait to show Alice." Colleen took out her cellphone and snapped a picture.

"NO! Please don't show anyone that!"

"Oh, Patricia, you're so funny sometimes, of course I'm going to show all my friends." Colleen laughed.

Patrick was in shock. Why had he decided to play hookie today? He knew his life was never going to be the same after this experience.

"Okay, let's finish getting you ready for school!" Colleen jeered.

Patrick's stomach sank but he couldn't protest anymore, she had him trapped. Colleen helped Patricia straighten out his skirt and button up his blouse. Then she did his make-up.

"Push your lips out like this." She told him as she applied some lip gloss.

"Trisha, you look so cute!"

Finally, she put a little pink hear clip in his hair.

"Okay! are you ready?" Colleen asked.

"Ready for what?" Patricia replied.

"For school you silly girl. My lunch break is almost over, we gotta get back."

"There is no way in hell I'm leaving this room dressed like this!" Trisha argued.

"OH YES YOU ARE LITTLE GIRL! Unless you want me to show mom that you weren't really sick today,  I've got the pictures to prove it."  Colleen reminded him.

"Col, please, no." Patricia begged quietly.

"Now grab your bag and let's go or we'll both be late!"

His Sister's Laundry (Part III):

Although Mike protested, there wasn't much he could do now. Ali spent the next few hours working on his hair and she even cut bangs for him. She also gave him long pink girly nails.

"I'm not leaving this room till you go get me some boys clothes." Mike said angrily.

"Ha! Well then welcome to you're new home Michelle!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby. You look good. I bet nobody would realize you weren't a real girl." Ali encouraged him.

"Ya right. And it doesn't matter anyways cause I'm not leaving."

"I'll make a deal with you. If you go swimming with me, then I'll go out and get you some real clothes from your dorm room." Ali was serious, he could always tell when she was serious.

Mike sighed, "What do I have to wear?"

Ali giggled with excitement and ran over to her suitcase.

She pulled out a black and white polka dot bikini. "Here you go!" Ali said as chipper as ever.

Mike got dressed quickly, "Let's just get this over with."

He slipped into the bikini and waited anxiously for his sister to get done changing into her swimsuit.

As they walked out of the hotel room, Mike made Ali go first. He kept looking in every direction to make sure no one was coming. Finally they made it to the stairwell and Mike stopped at the top.

"Are you sure no one is going to notice I'm a guy?" he asked his sister sheepishly.

"Would you just come on!" she scolded him.

He followed Ali down the steps but before they reached the main floor they heard a commotion coming from down the hall.

Mike's heart leapt into his throat and he hid flung himself against the wall next to him.

"I can't do this." He pleaded with Ali.

"Stop hiding, you look hot." she said.

"Ali I'm serious, please don't make me do this." Mike was almost begging her.

Just then the noise got louder and more distinct. It was a group of guys and a few girls heading right towards the stairs where they were.

Mike panicked and began undressing as he had that night in the laundry room. It's better to be caught naked he thought to himself. But as he was starting to pull off the bikini bottoms, Ali stopped him.

"Stop it! They won't know. I promise!"

Mike pulled the bottoms back over his butt just in time. The group rounded the corner and passed through Mike and Ali.

None of the guys seemed to notice as they headed up the stairs talking. Mike couldn't believe it. He had gotten away with it!

He was overjoyed, that was, until the three girls walked by at the end of the line.

First just one of them looked down and saw Mike's crotch, then she jabbed at the other two girls and they all looked and giggled to each other.

Mike felt so humiliated, then the girl who had noticed first spoke to him, "That's a really cute bikini, where'd you get it?" She said with a wink.

Mike said nothing so as not to give himself away.

"Michelle's kind of shy." Ali said to fill the silence.

The three girls laughed. "Well, Michelle, you should come on up to room 304 if you get a chance, we'll be partying all day." The girls kept walking up the stairs and all three waved and blew kisses at Mike as they turned the corner.

Mike couldn't believe what had just happened. All he wanted to do now was get in that pool so Ali would go get his clothes. And that's exactly what he did.

They swam for a little but Ali knew there wasn't too much more she could get away with. The whole time in the water, Mike was careful not to put his head under. He subconsciously didn't want to ruin his hair and make-up.

They dried off and Ali made good on her promise, she went to the car and told Mike she'd be back as soon as she could with some of his clothes.

Mike walked back up the stairwell and towards their room. When he got there however, he realized the Ali had left with the only key. He tried to get in but it was locked. He wanted to cry.
Just as he was about to go ask the main office if they would let him into the room, the door next to his opened up and out stumbled two of the three girls from earlier.

When they saw him they stopped their conversation.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us. Not so shy after all." Said one of the girls occasionally looking down at his crotch and laughing. "It's Michelle, right?"

Mike knew there was nowhere to hide. He nodded his head, yes.

THE END.

His Sister's Laundry (Part II):

Mike and Ali never spoke about the night he did her laundry. Mike had naturally assumed she had been too drunk to remember what had happened. They remained very close.

Two years after the incident in the laundry room, Ali was about to graduate high school and was applying and visiting colleges.

One weekend, Mike got a call from his sister:

"Hey Mikie!"

"Whats up!?!"

"Guess who's coming to town next week?"

"Thats so perfect!" Mike exclaimed, "I finish my last exam tomorrow!"

"Cool! I'm checking out UMA, how far is that from you?" Ali asked.

"Not far, maybe a 10 minute drive."

"Great, I think I'm gonna get a hotel room and stay for a few days, I'll call you with details soon!"

"I'm in! I can't wait to see you." Mike hung up the phone and thought about that night in the laundry room. They had never talked about it, but that didn't mean Ali didn't remember.

He decided not to let it worry him and continued studying for his finals.

A week later Ali was in a hotel room when there was a knock at the door.

She rushed over to answer it and standing in the doorway was Mike with an excited expression. They embraced and she invited him in.

"Nice place ya' got here." Mike joked.

"Hey... don't be rude. It does have a pool." She retorted.

It didn't take them long to catch up and learn all about each other's lives since they had last been together.

After awhile, Ali walked over to her suitcase and unzipped it. "I almost forgot," she said with a smile. "I brought something for you."

Oblivious to the undertones, Mike wondered what it could be. After a few minutes of digging, she pulled out a pink 'hello kitty' t-shirt and a matching pair of panties.

Mike's heart sank.

"Oh come on, don't act like you don't want to try these on!" Ali jeered.

"Of course I don't. Why, why would you say I do?" Mike struggled with his words.

"Pwetty pwease?"

"I don't want to Ali." Mike said sternly.

"Are you suuurrreee?"

Mike didn't respond, he looked irritated.

"Cause, I'm just not sure how much longer I can act like I was too drunk to remember that night in the laundry room." She said with a smirk.

"You wouldn't dare tell anyone." Mike was getting worried, all his worst fears about that night were coming true.

Ali pulled out another small bag from her suitcase. "It could just be..." She unzipped the bag full of make-up, "...our little secret."

Moments later they were both in the bathroom. At first Ali was helping Mike apply but after awhile she backed off and watched him do his own make-up.

"I knew it!" She laughed, "You little slut you!"

"What are you talking about?" Mike looked at her.

"I knew you secretly wanted to do this!"

Mike didn't say anything.

"I wont tell if you don't, Michelle."

Mike glared at her in the mirror while he put on the lip gloss.

She had him stand against the wall and took a good, long look at him. Laughing at the bulge in front of the panties.

"You're such a slut."

Mike trotted around the room, trying to act as feminine as possible. He even crossed his legs when he sat.

This lasted for sometime and he began to feel very comfortable in the hotel room. He enjoyed being girly with Ali and he even fake flirted with her. At one time, Ali even left the hotel room for a few minutes and Mike just kept on acting like a girl.

The entire time, Ali was in stitches.

Three hours later and Mike was beginning to get tired of being in little girl's clothes.

"O.K.," he said, "I think I'm done for now, where you put my clothes?"

"Oh, sweetie, I threw them out in the main office."

With all Mike's playing, he didn't even notice Ali leave with his clothes and come back empty handed.

"But don't worry Michelle, I brought more than enough for the both of us." Ali teased.

THE END.

His Sister's Laundry: (Part I)

While Mike went away for his first year in college, he had decided to grow his hair out. He didn't know why, maybe because he could do whatever he wanted now that he didn't live at home anymore.

It was now fall break and he had come home to spend the holidays with his parents and his sister Ali. He was very close with his sister and it was good to be able to hang out with her again. She was a junior in high school and was eager to hear all about college life.

After they had talked for awhile Ali told Mike she was going to a party later that night.

"Do you want to come?" She asked.

"No, that's alright, I'm kinda tired from the drive. Thanks for the invitation though." Mike smiled knowingly at his sister, "Don't get too crazy tonight okay?"

Ali hugged her brother tightly. After they embraced she joked with him, "Mikie, you stink! You need a shower!"

Mike replied seriously although he knew she was just teasing. "I know, I'm gonna do a load of laundry too."

"Oh! Great," she exclaimed, "Can you wash some of my stuff too?"

"Sure."

She turned around and handed him a basket of dirty clothes.

"Awesome! I'll toss some stuff in the laundry room too. You're the best!"

With that, Ali continued getting ready and Mike went to go spend some time with his parents.

Mike's dad is a straight laced kind of guy and he was very disapproving of Mike's uncut hair. Throughout dinner, Mike's dad made it known how much he didn't like Mike's new look and he kept saying the same thing over and over, "What's next? Tattoos!?!"

Little did his parents know, Mike had already gotten two small tattoos on his stomach. He was grateful that he had chosen a spot that was easy to hide.

Shortly after dinner Mike's mom and dad said goodnight and went off to bed.

He jumped in the shower. Then, he gathered up his clothes and headed for the laundry room in his towel. Ali had already put some of her clothes in the wash so he moved her clothes to the dryer before putting his clothes in. Even after he was done with his clothes he would still have to do Ali's laundry basket. The thought exhausted him. He threw the towel in with his own clothes and closed the lid.

Now standing there completely naked, he felt stupid and began to dig through Ali's basket for something to wear in the meantime. After digging through the pile he realized she didn't have much he was comfortable wearing. 

But after a few more cold minutes of standing around naked, he grabbed some panties and a skirt and put them on.

To his surprise, they felt really good. And Mike decided he'd take this opportunity to do some investigating. 

He snuck out into the hallway and tried to be as quiet as possible. He went into his sister's room and looked around until he found some make-up.

He didn't spend too much time putting eyeliner and lipstick on because he knew Ali was probably not staying out tonight and could be home in a few hours.

Before he left her room, Kyle grabbed two hair ties and put his hair up into pigtails.

He went quickly and quietly back to the laundry room and shut the door.

While sitting there, Mike got lost in a daydream. He'd put on a sweater top that was in the basket and he laughed at his outfit. He clearly didn't know women's fashions.

He liked the feel of the panties on underneath his clothes and he considered stealing a pair to wear out in public sometime.

Mike's thoughts went deeper and deeper. What was it like to be a girl? 

He thought about telling his sister that he tried on her clothes and seeing her reaction. They were close, maybe she'd understand. Just as he was reassuring himself that he'd never let her find out about this, he heard a soft noise outside.

He had gotten so lost in his daydream that he didn't hear the car pull in front of the house or the car door close. But now he was silent, barely breathing, just listening and hoping it wasn't Ali coming home.

The front door creaked open and Mike shot up and to his feet. In a moment, he ripped the sweater off and opened the dryer door.

"Shit!" he said to himself. His clothes were still in the washer, soaking wet. The only dry clothes were more of his sister's stuff.

He stopped and listened again. Maybe she'd just go straight to bed. Mike's heart was pounding. He didn't move a muscle, he just listened for any sign.

And then, finally, her heard Ali's voice in a whisper, "Mike? Are you still up?"

He was frantic now, he tore off the skirt and tossed it on top of the rest of the dirty laundry. It was better for Ali to find him naked than dressed like this he thought.

He was about to take off the panties when the door opened a crack and he heard his sister whisper again. "Mikie, are you in here?"

She didn't come in, she just waited for a reply. Mike didn't move or speak. From the way she was talking, he could tell she was drunk.

"Mike?" The door pushed open a little more, but Ali still didn't come into the laundry room.

 Just as he thought all hope was lost, he heard Ali walk away from the door. He wanted to disappear.

That gave him an idea, if he moved quick he could hide behind the dryer. Mike lifted his hands off the machines and started to tip toe.

He turned and clumsily banged his knee on the open dryer door. The sound made Ali turn around, this time she opened the door all the way.

To her complete shock, there stood her older brother in full make-up and in a white bra and panties.

For a moment she didn't even speak, she just stood there in her drunken stooper. 

"Ali, wait, before you say anything, let me explain."

Ali waited for the explaination, still silent with her eyebrows raised and moth gaping. 

Mike continued, "I just needed to put something on while I washed what I was wearing. Haha." He laughed uncomfortably wishing she would see the humor in the situation.

"Wait!" Ali stammered, "Those are my clothes... those are my clothes I asked you to wash!"

"Ya, haha." Mike said nervously, still trying to win her over.

A moment past while Ali considered the situation. And then...

...She broke into uncontrollable laughter. Harder and louder, Ali's laughter became outrageous. Mike soon began to get worried that she'd wake up his parents. He approached her to calm her down. As he got nearer, his sister grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

Mike felt very awkward hugging his sister while dressed in her underwear. Ali began to loosen her grip on him and said with a smile, "You're still stinky!"

Mike looked back at his sister confused and answered her, "I... uhh... took a shower though."

His drunken sister looked down at the panties once more and began to laugh again.

"Well," she said, "Those panties were really really really dirty, if you know what I mean."

Kyle didn't say anything as Ali laughed and stumbled out of the laundry room.

THE END.

The Adopted Sister:

Sean had been in and out of foster care for most of his life, so when a stable family of 7 adopted him, he was ecstatic.

When he arrived at the house for the first time he was in shock. Their home was large and beautiful with a big front yard. The car pulled into the driveway and on the front lawn sat 4 girls.

"Girls! Come here, I want you to meet Sean." said Mr. Dunn.

Mr. Dunn had 4 beautiful daughters that still lived in the house and one already in college. He had been unable to have a boy and though he loved his daughters greatly was very excited to have Sean in the house.

The girls smiled and greeted him one by one before they all went inside. Sean followed Mr. Dunn upstairs to a bedroom at the top of the stairs.

"You'll be staying in this room with Tiffany until she moves her belongings into Summer's room." Mr. Dunn explained. "Mrs. Dunn will be home in a few hours and we will eat dinner then."

With that, he left Sean alone in the room and closed the door for privacy.

Sean got settled and unpacked all of his things. He looked at the time and realized there was still a long while before he needed to go downstairs. So Sean decided to snoop around in Tiffany's room.

First he went through her panty drawer and grabbed a pair of black and white stripped ones with a tiny pink bow on the hip to try on later. Next he opened her desk. But just before he picked up what looked to be a diary, there was a knock at the door. Sean quickly closed the desk and stood up as Tiffany entered the room.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Tiffany apologized.

"Oh don't worry about it. It is your room." Sean joked.

"Well, I guess it's our room for the next few days," she smiled at him, "Did you get settled in okay?"

"Ya." he answered quickly.

"Great!" She turned to leave but stopped, "Hey, me and the girls are gonna watch a movie after mom and dad go to bed, your welcome to join us."

"Sure, sounds great." Sean said.


That night, after dinner the girls selected a movie to watch and put some popcorn in the microwave. Sean sat on the couch in between some of his new step sisters but was beckoned into the kitchen by Tiffany.

"Hey Sean, how tall are you? Can you grab this bowl above the fridge for me?"

Sean said, "Excuse me." To the other 3 girls in the living room and went to get the bowl down for Tiffany. As he was reaching for it, his shirt lifted up and revealed his waistline. Tiffany almost screamed when she saw that Sean was wearing her panties.

Sean grabbed the bowl but by the time he turned around Tiffany was in the other room. He poured the popcorn into the bowl and carried it into the living room oblivious that he had been found out.

The girls made room on the couch but they were giggling now and Sean could feel the difference in the room. Before the movie began Summer sat up and turned to Sean.

"Did you want to put on something more comfortable before we start the movie, Sean?" Summer smirked.

"Uh, no, I'm okay." Sean replied.

"Are you sure?" She prodded, "I bet Tiffany would let you wear something if you asked her."

Sean's face turned red and he blushed more than he ever had before. The other girls began to laugh and Tiffany spoke up.

"Ya, Sean. All you have to do is just ask." She winked.

Sean realized he had been caught and tried to think of an escape. It was too late, Tiffany and Summer grabbed his arms while the other girls pulled off his pants. It was true, he was wearing Tiffany's panties. The girls burst into laughter and the younger two jumped up.

"I'll get the lipstick!" One said as she was already halfway upstairs.

Instead of watching a movie that night, the girls made Sean into an honorary new sister.

When the other girls had had their fun and went off to bed laughing, Tiffany crept over to Sean's bed and lifted up the sheets. Sure enough, there he was, painted up and girly. She laughed again when she saw him.

"I just wanted to see my new sister one more time before I went to bed." She joked.

Sean tried to pull the covers back down to hide himself but she just pulled them back up again.

This was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced and he knew it was only the beginning.

"Goodnight my cute princess." Tiffany said. "Tomorrow we'll have lots of fun."

With that she turned out the lights and went to sleep.

The next morning Mr. and Mrs. Dunn had left for work before anyone else was awake. Sean had only slept a little and in the middle of the night had taken off all the clothes the girls had put him in. Since he had not slept during the night, he was fast asleep in the morning and woke only when the chatter of the sisters was very loud. They were all there in Tiffany's room, going through the closets and picking outfits for their new sister to wear.

Sean opened his eyes and looked around the room.

His nightmare wasn't a dream. There was make-up and clothes and panties scattered across the entire room.

Summer noticed him first. "Well hello sleepyhead. Looks like you took your pretty clothes off in the night. Thats okay, we've got plenty more for you."

Sean's stomach sank.

"Well, get your but out of bed!" Summer yelled as she ripped the sheet off of him, exposing his naked body.

He sat up immediately and tried to cover himself with his hands.

"I said get up and put these on!" Summer demanded as she threw a pair of panties at him.

Sean quickly put them on and the girls laughed at how quickly he did what he was told.

They gave him a blue dress to wear and brought him downstairs for breakfast. He helped cook at first and every time one of the girls walked behind him, they pinched his butt.

One time, as Tiffany pinched him, he dropped a plate and Summer was so upset that she made him literally sit in the corner of the kitchen in time-out.

He did as he was told and once again the girls all laughed at how easy it was to get him to do as they wanted.

The girls finished making breakfast and told Sean he could sit with them to eat.

He had said nothing all morning but the other girls didn't seem to mind.

After breakfast, Summer said it was time to get changed again and Sean obediently went upstairs.

This time the girls put him in a yellow sweater and began to look for a skirt for him to wear.

While the other girls searched, Tiffany came over to where Sean stood. "Your awful quiet today Sean." She said.

Sean just nodded his head.

"I bet I can do something about that." Tiffany jeered.

Sean didn't know what she meant by the statement but didn't really care. He had been laughed at and humiliated enough, nothing they could do now would make it any worse.

As those thoughts were swimming in his mind, Sean suddenly felt a hand grab the waistband of his panties and pull. Tiffany was behind him and gave him a wedgie. She pulled the panties so hard and so fast up his butt that Sean couldn't help but scream in pain.

The other girls turned to see what the commotion was all about just as Tiffany let go and Sean fell to the floor. The all broke into hysterics as they saw the giant wedgie Tiffany had given Sean in her panties.


The days went on like this. Eventually the girls bought Sean a wig and dressed him for when they went out of the house as well. He no longer took off the clothes at night and on occasion picked out his own panties to wear.

Sean was a quiet and obedient girl and his sisters loved to dress him up more than anything else in the world.

THE END.

"Are you serious?":

Eric loved living with his girlfriend. As long as he knew exactly when she was coming and leaving, it was like having an entirely new wardrobe. He was in the shower when Julie peaked her head into the bathroom to say goodbye.

"I'll be back in 3-4 hours, then we can go out for dinner." She said.

"Sounds perfect!" Eric replied through the steam of the hot water.

As soon as Julie closed the door, Eric turned the shower off and hoped out.

He wrapped a towel around his head and went straight for the make-up.

By now, Eric was methodical. He had done this routine so many times it felt almost as natural as getting ready to go out dressed as a boy.

He finished the lipstick and eyeliner in no time at all and put on the wig he kept hidden in the closet. He slipped into a pair of Julie's black panties and her white lacy bra.

They lived on the 15th floor so he could open the curtains and let in plenty of light but still maintain privacy. He was starring out the window in the bedroom when he heard Julie's voice coming back into the apartment.

"I'm back! Come here real quick..." Her voice trailed off. She must have seen the clothes laid out in the living room.

Eric's heart was racing. There was no way he could get back into the bathroom without directly passing Julie.

"...Eric? Where are you? Why are my clothes everywhere?" she continued as she moved into the hallway and towards the bedroom.

She turned the corner and found her boyfriend standing by the window in her underwear. Before she could say anything, Eric spoke up.

"I can explain..."

Julie closed her mouth and smiled. "No need."

Eric was confused and covered himself.

She explained, "I've realized my clothes have been moved around and my panties misplaced recently. I figured you've been going through my stuff and set up a fake appointment today to see if I could catch you."

Eric looked at her sheepishly, "Are you mad?"

Julie was searching for something in the underwear drawers. "Nope, not really. Here, put this on." She tossed him a bra with pink polka dots.

Eric was confused but put it on, as he turned around Julie was focusing the camera lens as she spoke to him.

"Smile Erica!"

"Stop! What are you doing!?!" Eric pleaded.

Julie just laughed at him and kept taking pictures.

"I said stop, Julie, I don't want anyone to see me like this!"

"I know."

"Then what are you doing!?!" he asked.

"Little girl..." Julie teased, "I'm black mailing you, duh."

Eric put his hand down and took in what his girlfriend was saying.

"Well, what do you want from me?" Eric demanded.

"You're gonna be my new girlfriend." Julie giggled with delight.

Eric sat on the bed and tried to cover himself up with the blankets. Julie just followed him however, and kept taking his picture.

"Aww, don't be shy Erica." Julie said, "Let's get you dressed."

"Julie, quit it, I'm done. I don't want to do any more."

"Little girl, you get up this instant or I'm going to post these pictures to your facebook account." Julie reminded him.

"Fine, fine. I'm getting up."

For the rest of the afternoon, Julie dressed Eric in different outfits and took extensive pictures of him in each of them. He was completely humiliated.

After awhile Eric wondered if there would be an end to all the outfits she kept putting him in. But he didn't say anything until Julie began to accessorize.

Putting Eric in a fancy cocktail dress, Julie then grabbed a pair of cute bunny ears that she had used for Halloween.

Eric was exhausted by all the clothes and all he could manage to say was, "Are you serious?"

Julie recognized how tired he was, "Okay, this is the last one."

He took off the dress and was about to take off the pink tank top he was wearing underneath but Julie stopped him.

"Nope," she said, "You're wearing that to bed."

Eric didn't even try to argue, he was so tired. He got into bed and let Julie take a few last photos.

He couldn't believe what a crazy day he had just had. Although he hated the idea that anyone else would find out about his cross-dressing, Eric did think it was amusing that most of the clothes Julie has made him wear, he had worn before.

He curled up on the bed in the pink tank top and pink socks and panties and before too long was fast asleep.

Julie however, was not asleep. She was emailing everyone they knew and sending lots and lots of folders.

It was ironic that Eric slept so peacefully that afternoon. He was so tired he didn't even get under the covers.

The next day, Julie informed Erica that it was time to go out. Eric protested but Julie reminded him that he couldn't be trusted to stay in the apartment alone anymore. "Besides," she said, "I already showed all of our friends those pictures from yesterday."

Eric had nothing else to say.

THE END.