New Game by Jordan Skythe

“Kind of.”
“It’s okay to say yes.” Alan looked around the room. “Do you have a whole outfit, and if you do, can you just try on the whole thing for me?”
“And you’d be okay with that?”
Alan leaned against the headboard. “Yeah. This game is fun.”
He stepped out of his jeans. “Would you wait in the other room while I change?”
“Why?” He inhaled. “Please let me stay and watch?”
He slipped his feet into the skirt and pulled it up. “But there’s other things.”
Alan stared at the skirt. “Oh, god. I like this.”
“Really?” He could feel the sexual rush overtake him, as he raised the zipper and straightened the hem.
“Definitely. Put the stockings on. Do you have a bra and blouse?”
His voice softened as he tried to calm before removing his shirt. “Would a soft sweater do?”
“Oh, definitely. Put it on.”
He opened another dresser drawer and reached for the hidden bra and soft-pink angora sweater, then gasped as he turned and saw Alan standing behind him.
“That’s pretty. Let me help.”
He slipped his arms into the pink bra straps while facing away, then inhaled as he felt his friend pull the band together and clip it behind him. He wanted to turn toward Alan but thought better as his erection came to full attention. Then his heart jumped as Alan’s hands slid over his bra-covered chest.
“I love this.”
He soaked in the sentiment while standing silently still as Alan caressed his bra, then inhaled deeper as he felt his friend pull him close.
“You don’t mind if I play with you, do you?”
At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be Alan’s play toy. He had fantasized about this for quite a while, and the actual thrill was even more exciting than the fantasy. “I don’t mind, but let me finish getting dressed.”
“Definitely.” Alan released him. “You should let your hair grow longer. Would you ever wear make-up for me?”
He lifted the stockings off the dresser, barely able to contain his composure. “If you want me to.”
“I definitely want you to.”
He pulled the soft sweater over his head and bra as he walked to the closet again, then ducked far enough inside to fit into the long wavy auburn wig, and ran his fingers through it before revealing it.