Home Alone Ch. 02

The Next Day:

My head was pounding and my eyes felt sealed shut. I pride them open to see the cold light of the beginning of a gloomy day streaming through the living room windows. I'd fallen asleep on the couch. A sharp pain was coming from my left arm, the side I was lying on. As I looked down I saw the wine bottle from last night tucked underneath, cutting off the circulation.

With a shock I realised I had completely ignored the strange situation I found myself in. I was lying on the couch dressed in a matching set of bra and panties, with a gorgeous garter belt holding up a set of stockings that made my legs look a million bucks. Over the top of that was a tight white T-shirt and a pair of baby blue yoga pants, both tightly stretched over my panty stuffed bra and naturally plump ass. To complete the look I had shrugged on a fur coat, but, clearly getting too hot in the night, I had at some point used this as a blanket so it now lay lengthwise over me, covering my body in the soft, luscious warmth it provided.

I remembered through the headache the images of yesterday, the cute girl stroking her dick in the mirror, the garters running down my ass and the feel of the fur over me all day as I pranced around doing my chores and enjoying my femininity. Unfortunately as I stood up and looked into the living room mirror I could see that girl was looking a bit worse for wear. I was unconsciously holding my fur coat by its collar like I'd seen a million models do before as I looked myself up and down.

The panties stuffing my bra had come loose and now held on to the cups by a thread, giving my stomach goosebumps as silk and lace traced their ways lightly across it. My face looked worse for wear, with a dry look to it after the amount of alcohol I drank last night, but by far the most obvious addition from yesterday was my dick pointing at the mirror, extended to its full (uninspired) length, just like when I'd first put the clothes on. Strangely I hadn't even noticed it yesterday, but I now realised it had stayed flaccid all day, even in panties and feminine clothing. Casting this thought aside I decided my first port of call was definitely going to have to be the shower.

I stripped off, giving myself a little show as a treat, and left my clothes lying puddled on the floor. Suddenly, as I reached to turn the shower head on, I was struck by a thought. All my soaps are male, I thought dejectedly, so now I'm going to have to go back to smelling like a man. A sudden thought occurred to me though, my parents had gone and purchased new soaps for the trip away, meaning that my mothers cabinet surely had something I could use. What I found took my breath away, a whole shelf of different soaps, lotions and shampoos. I grabbed a cute pink bar of soap and the flowery bottle of shampoo and took them back to my shower, where the water was now running hot. The sight of my clothes on the floor, coupled with the scent the soap was already giving off in the steamy shower was intoxicating and cause my little dick to rise. I figured why not and loaded some porn on my phone. I masturbated to a video of a girl getting surprise fucked in the bathroom, and my thoughts went along a straight line for most of the video, with only a minor incident when I saw the female lead was wearing a tight white T-shirt, just as I had yesterday. This realisation made me blow and I quickly jumped in the shower to wash off and make myself smell nice.

After jumping out of the shower I checked the time. 8:30, so plenty of work to do! I still had two hours till Amy arrived, but had to clear out the guest bedroom of all the shop clothes first so Amy had somewhere to sleep. First problem though was what to do with the clothes I had worn yesterday, figuring the lingerie and shirt needed a wash I stuffed them in the communal washing hamper thinking that if Amy saw them she's think they were my mothers. As for the coat and yoga pants, they were thrown back into the pile to be cleared this morning.

Resisting the urge to keep the panties on I got changed back into my male clothes (baggy T-shirt and sports shorts) and began mentally assessing the process of moving these clothes to their new home.

Before leaving mum had used the space cleared in her closet by her suitcase to designate an area where the shop clothes were to go. So I decided to sort through the pile first, picking up each item, savouring it's feel and assessing it, and creating a pile depending on its type. I also decided to count how many of each item was in the pile. Within half an hour I had 13 distinct piles;

30 Pairs of Panties

35 Bras

8 sets of stockings

5 Garter Belts

25 Short/Medium Skirts

15 Pairs of Assorted Pants

10 Long skirts

45 Blouses

25 T-shirt's

20 Assorted Jackets

15 Fur Coats

45 Items of Sleepwear

20 Pairs of Shoes

With such an assortment of items at my disposal, I was just irritated that I wasn't able to wear any of them again, with Amy arriving in just over an hour and staying until my parents arrived back. But then I had an idea...

As an only child I had been lucky and grown up my whole life with a walk in wardrobe. The thing was huge, I used to play hide and seek with mum in it when I was younger. Now it might be the perfect place to store my new stash. So I set about moving most of my male clothes into my mums closet, I kept enough to still be able to dress normally in front of Amy, but cleared plenty of room for the new arrivals. With that job done I slowly moved all the female clothes into my closet and by the time I was done it looked like my room was shared by a couple, with hoodies and plaid shirts at one end and fur coats and leather jackets at the other end. The drawers at that end were filled to the brim with bras, panties and gorgeous lingerie items, with the added bonus of a silk robe with fur trim I had found in the pile hanging in pride of place. This was the perfect way to have my clothes and not have Amy find out. I'd solved it.

And so it was that at 10:30 a pink Suzuki Swift pulled up in my driveway. I peered from behind the blinds in the front room but couldn't make out the figure behind the wheel. I stepped outside to help her with her bags at the same time that the girl I assumed was Amy stepped out of her car. A stiletto heel-clad foot emerged first, with a perfect, tanned and toned calf closely attached. As she rose out from behind the door I got a look at her. She was gorgeous, blonde hair streaming in the wind, with her crop sweater and mini skirt blowing flat against her tight body, revealing a set of perfect breasts bulging from my dreams. I couldn't believe that I was spending my month with this bombshell.

She turned to me, lit up with a huge smile at my staring and said 'Hi, I'm Amy, I'm gonna look after you this month.'

I sure hoped she would...