Transformation Ch. 03
Keywords: 03, Ch., Transformation,
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Sunday morning I woke feeling great, I was refreshed, relaxed and in a fine mood. As I had laid in bed next to my wife's naked body I was thinking how good it felt to snuggle to her, to breath in her fragrance. I thought about trying for some early morning action. I moved a hand to cup her breast and even in her sleep she responded, pushing back to me, tightening our spoon. My heart was filled with love for her. She was sleeping so peacefully that I just didn't have the heart to wake her.
I slipped from bed carefully so as not to disturb her slumber and padded to the bathroom. Sitting on the commode to pee I spotted the laundry sack that held the two sets of lingerie from the night before. I smiled. Cat had said that she would rinse it all out today so it would be ready for the next time it was needed. My smile grew.
A quick shower to wash the sleep away left me full of energy and ready for the day. As I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth I noticed that my hair was in disarray. There was still lots of curl in it, thanks the styling gel, but it was a far cry from the attractive coiffure that Cat had arranged the night before. I used my fingers to fluff the curls out and then ruffle them into some sort of shape. It surprised me, it wasn't half bad, still rather feminine.
When I walked back into the bedroom Cat was still sleeping now on her back with the sheet pushed down enough to bare one breast, one beautiful breasts. Damn she was sexy.
My eyes fell on the pair of white strappy sandals with four-inch heels that stood at the end of the bed.
I grinned and muttered to myself, "The weekend isn't over yet!"
I sat on the end of the bed and pulled the heels onto my feet, easily fastening the little strap buckles. I stood and took a couple of test steps to check my muscle memory of how to walk in them then headed for my robe hooked on the bathroom door.
As I passed Cat's dresser I changed my mind. I opened one of the draws and picked out a pair of cute bright yellow panties. I slipped them up my legs and tugged them into place. I like the way they hugged my butt and hooked over my hipbones to stay in place. I was thinking that if Cat had any doubts about how I felt after the adventures of last night this should ease her mind.
This was the first time I had worn panties without pantyhose under them and I was surprised at how good they felt against my skin. They fit fairly well, just a little tight.
I walked downstairs in heels and panties.
On Sunday I take a day of rest, no morning laps in the pool. I fixed the morning coffee and then headed to the door for the paper. Just like yesterday I didn't really think of my attire until I was about to open the front door. My first impulse was to just head out without checking if the coast was clear and let chance dictate the outcome. That passed quickly. We had lived here a couple of years and knew all of the neighbors well. I couldn't endanger our relationship with them is such a silly manner. But I wanted to go out the door just as I was. I don't know why. I was just acting, thinking, crazy for some reason. I compromised with myself and spent a few minutes looking out the sidelights and the front room windows checking for anyone about. The street was deserted as far as I could tell.
I opened the door and with my heart beating a million miles a minute walked to the paper lying on the walkway. About halfway to the curb I stopped to pick up the paper. As I bent over I heard the front door of the house across the way open. I turned quickly and fought the impulse to run. I was hoping that whoever it was wouldn't turn my way and I knew that a sudden movement almost guaranteed that they would. Casually as I could I walked back to the house and through the door. Once I had it closed I leaned back on it and took a deep breath.
I wondered if they had seen me, if they thought I was some sort of freak, if there would be a neighborhood outcry about the pervert in my house.
I got a cup of coffee and tried to put it from my mind by reading the morning news. I had to wonder if I would be in tomorrow's edition.
Gradually I settled down and got into reading the sports section, I was just about back to normal when the phone rang.
Quickly I grabbed the instrument hoping that I could silence it before the extension in our room woke Cat. It wasn't until I was standing there holding the phone to my head that it occurred to me this might be some irate neighbor calling to tell off the pervert in panties. I was almost right.
"Hello?' I said in as calm a voice as I could manage.
"Jessup, this is Margie Shuman, from across the street, is Catherine available?"
The Shuman's are an older couple, in their 60's. He is a furniture salesman and she is the stereotypical Jewish grandmother. Nice folks.
"No," I answered weakly, 'she's still asleep." I really didn't want to ask the next question but saw no way around it. "Can I help you with something?"
"Well Jessup, I really don't think that you are the right one to talk to about this, but it is important and something has to be done about it right away." I heard her take a breath and a moments silence filled the space before she started again. "Alright. I don't feel comfortable talking to you about this though."
My heart was stopped. I just knew that the next words were going to be dreadful.
"Who is the young lady staying at your house?"
"What?" I asked incredulous.
"The woman, my Alex said young woman, who is staying with you and Catherine. Who is she?"
I said the first thing that popped into my head, "My sister."
"Oh, well that makes this even harder to talk about. Is she there now?"
"Well she wasn't here when I came down from the bedroom, maybe she went back to her room. Do you want me to get her for you?"
"Lord no, don't do that!" she quickly said.
I was starting to put some things together in my slow brain now. I asked her, "What's wrong Margie?"
"Oh my, oh my," she stalled, "well there is no way to say this other than to just say it. My Alex came back in from getting the paper this morning and I thought he was going to have a heart attack! He was all red in the face and breathing fast and had this painful look on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he told me, well he told me that he had just seen your sister standing out in the middle of your front yard with nothing on but her panties!"
"Margie! You're kidding!" I went from scared to death to taking a very perverse pleasure in this.
"No young man I am not kidding!" she said a little hotly. "Does your sister make it a habit to run around almost naked?"
"Well Margie," I retorted having a great time. "She is a much more free spirit than I am, but I still have hard time believing this."
"Well believe me, my Alex wouldn't make up something like this. The poor man was shocked."
Yeah, I bet, I thought. He probably was so shocked he watched my ass all the way to the front door!
"Well maybe she just couldn't find her robe, and it is still pretty early on a Sunday so she didn't think anyone would be around."
"That's no excuse and you know it Jessup," she was on a self-righteous roll. "This is a nice neighborhood and good people. We won't put up with that kind of an exhibition!"
Cat wouldn't believe this in a million years, unless,
"Margie, you're right. I am not the one to speak to Jessica about this. Catherine will be up soon and I think I better have her call you then."
From her tone of voice I could tell she felt vindicated, "Ok, have her call me as soon as she can, but in the mean time you make sure that your sister puts some clothes on if she is going outside again!"
"Yes ma'am I will surely do that."
"Oh my God!" I breathed as she hung up. The human mind is a wonderful thing. He had seen trim bare legs, yellow panties and curly hair and his brain added the boobs needed to complete the picture. The great part was that Alex was probably just as thrilled as he would have been if I really had a sister who really had tits and she had been on the lawn posing for him. Life was awesome!
I went back to my paper once again feeling as if I had the world by the balls.
Cat came down about an hour later wearing just a t-shirt. She sure looked eatable. I poured her some coffee and gave her a peck on the cheek as she stole some of my paper.
"My, don't you look awful cute in those," She teased.
I teased her right back, "I hope you don't mind, I just didn't have a thing to wear," I said in my best Jessie voice.
She snickered at me turned to her paper and coffee.
"Did I hear the phone ring earlier?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, you need to call Mrs. Shuman," I said trying to keep a straight face.
"What does she want?" Cat inquired.
I had to turn away before I answered, "I'm sure I don't know honey, why don't you give her a call and find out."
Cat gave me that look, you know the one, but she picked up the phone and called anyway.
All I could hear was her side of the conversation, but that was enough.
"Hi Margie, Jess said I should call you."
"No, he didn't tell me why."
There was a long pause.
"His sister!"
She looked at me with her mouth wide open and her eyes two big circles.
"She did what?"
Cat's eyes narrowed and she glared at me.
"Margie I am so sorry. I will talk to her right now and you can be sure that this will never happen again."
It was all I could do not to crack up as I sat watching her.
"Yes, I know that poor Alex must have been totally shocked. Tell him that I am sorry too."
Now Cat had her hand over the mouthpiece. She turned to me and whispered, 'You asshole!"
I did lose it then and collapsed on the table in a fit of laughing.
"I'm sorry Margie, I had to tell Jess something. Yes I will talk to her right now and you can be sure she will not be running around upsetting people again."
I had my arms on the table and my head resting on them and was looking up at Cat as she tried to control herself.
"Well she was just going to stay the weekend, but I was thinking of talking to Jess about inviting her to stay on longer.
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