Blame Abba

"OK, come on now. Don't look so worried or people will start wondering why. Get in the car."

I did, rapidly. I'm not at all sure whether any of the neighbours would have put two and two together, me standing there briefly on the doorstep with Jacqui, but I was not hanging round to find out. I dashed round to the passenger door of Jacqui's car and got in. Hell, it was her convertible. And the top was down. Double hell. She drove off, I was still unsettled but I calmed down as we drove and Jacqui talked to me.
"Don, honest, you really do look gorgeous. Great legs!"

As we drove towards town I tried not to look at the people who smiled at us while we waited at traffic lights. Did I say people? Make that men, nearly every man between the age of 12 and 80 checked us out whenever the chance arose. I had done the same thing so I knew what they were thinking. They'd momentarily look at our faces and then at our breasts and if they were close enough they'd look down to see if we were wearing skirts and check out our legs.

I was wearing a lacy bra, sexy high cut panties, even a suspender belt and nylons, I was the woman of their horny fantasies! I was lost in thought when suddenly Jacqui reached over and pulled my skirt up several inches, exposing more leg than I cared to show.

"What are you doing?"

I frantically clawed at the hem of my skirt to pull it down only to have Jacqui knock my hand away.

"If you got it flaunt it! And you have definitely got it, Don. Enjoy!" Jacqui laughed as she held my hand. "Now I can't drive and worry about your being a prude. Either you leave your skirt where I put it and enjoy the attention or I pull over and you can walk the rest of the way!"

I had always thought that as a woman I had good-looking legs, that's why I loved wearing short skirts. Sometimes very short. I looked down at my knees, revealed as the skirt of Jacqui's suit rode up, and smiled across at my sister.

"Good girl" she said as she saw me. "Now, Don, let's sort this out. Honestly, I don't mind you being dressed like this, you know. Like I said, I have met much weirder guys in the past couple of years. But if you are going to do this, you have to do it properly. For a start, I can't call you 'Don'. You need a feminine name. Any thoughts?"