Silk

I do not own
FAKE and am making
no money from
this story .


Welcome to part two .

Thanks to LilyFlower
and Mihoshi for the
nice reviews !

JJ gets in
"touch " with
his inner female here.


Have fun !

Moon







Monday October 6th 2 :30 pm

Later that afternoon JJ let himself back in to the townhouse, bursting
with excitement. His arms were laden with pink and black striped bags
and packages. His credit card was still warm from overuse but he
didn't care .

He loved to shop , he was a material boy and proud of it ,
and clothes were his special weakness. Drake had teased when
they'd moved in together he'd need an extra room just for his wardrobe .
He hadn't been far from the truth .

He'd never bought clothes like this , though.

JJ never did anything by half , and never without thourough research.
He'd spent the better part of his morning Googling every cross dressing
and transgender boutique in New York . He'd giggled at the pictures of
bulging, hairy chests stuffed into camisoles , and before and after shots
of men dolled up to drag queen perfection . In the end , however , the best choice for him had been the first .

Victoria's Secret .

With trembling hands he now unwrapped his carefully chosen purchases.
The lingerie was exceptionally lovely , well made and exquiste to touch ;
expensive . " And what size does your girlfriend take , my dear ? " the
matronly clerk had inquired . He'd bought a huge selection , not being
able to try any of it on , of course . He was tempted once or twice to
ask if he could , though .

After two hours in the store he was pretty sure the clerks knew it was
for him , anyway . No one in their right mind would ever believe he had
a girlfriend hidden away somewhere . The only things the store ladies
cared about were their sales commisions , and five hundred dollars later ,
they didn't mind if he wanted to eat the clothes , let alone wear them .

I hope Drake likes these , he thought , surveying the bed where his
selection lay carefully arranged . Teddies and camisoles , briefs and bikinis and thongs , slips and nighties and pair after pair of stockings .

JJ giggled and blushed , feeling incredibly decadent . Despite his
effeminent appearance he had never cross dressed ; had never wanted
to be anything other than a man . He loved the feel of luxurious
fabrics against his skin , though , so this shouldn't be too hard .
Besides , he mused bravely , peeling off his clothes , if Drake
can learn to suck cock for me , I can do this for him .

" I feel pretty ..." he hummed , selecting a sheer white negligee
from the pile and pulling it over his head . He turned to look at
his reflection in the full length mirror behind him .

And burst out laughing .

You look ridiculous ! he wanted to scream . The straps hung off his
bony shoulders , the hem falling to mid thigh . The bulge of his
genitals was clearly visible through the skirt . I look like that Ken
doll that got packaged wearing Barbie's dress , he thought , pulling
the garment off over his head and flinging it aside . Return pile . Next --

Twenty minutes later , frustration was setting in . Slim as he was ,
he still had a man's body , not a woman's . The thongs looked too
girly , the bikins barely contained his penis , and the camisoles made
his already pale skin look even paler . It was nearly 3:30 ; Drake was
due home at five and he still had dinner to make . Why oh why had
he thought this was such a brilliant idea ?

He sat down in a huff , only to leap up with a yelp as a price tag poked
him . He turned to snatch the offending garment .

It was the stockings .

" Might as well try these on too , " he groused . " Have a good laugh . "

He sat down again and pulled out the silky thigh high , muttering and
cursing to himself . The damn things were too tight . How the hell did women put them on , anyway ?

An image of his sister getting ready for a date flashed in his mind . Gather up the fabric to the toe and ease it on over the foot . He'd been trying to pull it on like a sock , no wonder it wasn't working .

He drew his foot up , leg bent , to rest on the edge of the bed . Carefully he bunched up the fabric in his hand and popped it over his toes, drawing it over his foot and heel . Extending his leg he pulled , slowly to avoid runs , over his calf and past his knee. Standing , he drew the lace edged top to his thigh , just inches below his groin .

The material fit like a silken glove and the nude color looked fantastic against his skin . He stared at his leg in the mirror, turning it this way and that , mesmerized by the play of light against the spandex and nylon filaments . Quickly he snatched the stocking's mate and pulled that one on as well .

Wow . He stared at his reflection , legs parted , more than a little erect . He ran his hands over his thighs , marveling at the contrast between where the stocking ended and his skin began . Hurriedly his eyes scanned the jumble of clothes on the bed for the matching camisole and boy briefs . He yanked the camisole over his head ; it fit like a second skin and teased his nipples instantly to hard , achy pebbles .

With shaking hands he wriggled into the briefs , fitting them over his
ass cheeks and tucking his boner inside . The silken caress of the panties
against his balls and throbbing dick was delicious ; he 'd never felt
anything this good before ...

All at once he pulled the briefs back to his knees . Sitting on the side of the bed , he grabbed the nearest handful of silk and wrapped it around his erection . Gasping , he pumped ; at first experimentally and then with growing desparation . His teeth gritted on a hiss of pleasure as his balls began to clench warningly . Within seconds he was ejaculating with a howl , filling the gauzy fabric with pulses of hot ,sticky cum .

When he could breathe again he opened his eyes , staring dazedly at the
reflection in front of him . Red faced and messy haired he sat , his chest pink and heaving . Clad in hooker stockings and skin tight cami , his pants around his ankles and a dripping boner in his hand ; definately not the proper detective he appeared most days .

He glanced at the ruined pair of bikin panties he had grabbed . Well . I guess these aren't going in the return pile after all ....