Leslie sorted through the bags he bought from Stacy. A lot of it he hadn't paid much attention to at the time. He was a bit awestruck by Stacy, she had such a strong personality and was very much the type of girl he would be into if he were feeling more like himself.
He did know that a lot of the clothes had been Stacy's and that turned him on a little. They had similar body types. This felt like an opportunity to him. He wanted to see how sexy she could look and the body he was in was close enough to approximate.
Underwear seemed a good place to start.
Leslie picked out a deep red thong and bra set.
Leslie pulled off her boy's underwear and left them on the floor. It was a relief since he had tied a knot in the corner so they would fit her.
She slid the thong on slowly. He felt sexy and it was arousing to him. He unconsciously began to pout. He was emulating Gwen Stephani's attitude in the song.
He had watched Carrie dress many times so he knew well enough how to latch the bra. He didn't know it was a push up bra. Her breast pressed in and up. Aroused he sighed and the feminine voice made him flush slightly.
He unwrapped a fresh pair of black thigh high stockings. He knew that he needed to be delicate. He had heard enough frustrated moments of runs from Carrie.
Voyeristic tendencies were paying off.
He caught her reflection in the window glass. It was painted black outside on the two outer panes of the 3 pane window. He saw her and began moving seductively to further arouse himself.
He sat on the bed looking up at the reflection in the glass.
"Hi, big boy." he purred imagining it was the reflection talking to him.
She rolled up the stocking and rolled it gently up her right leg. She put her leg up in the air running her hads along her inner and outer thigh. He was drunk with the femininity and her body became warm with lust.
She looked at the reflection once again and said:
"You likeed that? Hmm?" a velvet purr. Her nipples were tightly errect. They almost hur but it ws a good hurt.
She repeated the act with the left leg.
She licked her lips.
"Stacy had thrown in some makeup with the clothes. Where did I put that?" He thought and pawed through the bag. It didn't take long to find the smaller bag.
He First dabbed some perfume of her cleavage. And then her inner wrists which she rubbed together. The smell of sweet gentle violets.
"Umm..." She moaned at the chill on her skin. He bit her bottom lip.
She put on a pair of black patent leather spike heeled pumps, strapping them across the tops.
She stood awkwardly and then emulated the swish he had seen. It wasn't as hard as he thought to walk. Although he had worn them before at the store and was ultra careful in front of stacy. He was a bit more confident now.
He walked into the bathroom.
The sexy stacked redhead was a shock. He did topple, just catching himself before twisting an ankle or running the stockings.
He took a moment to stare at the breasts heaving gently with each breath.
"What?" He giggled, "Am I too much for you Leslie Bear?" She licked her finger and rubbed her nipple over the bra. Her body almost hot flashed from the stimulation.
"Ooh." She sighed involuntarily. Her lips forming a gentle "O" and her white teeth revealed slightly.
Lips.
He found the lipstick. He painted the top lip and pressed the lips together rubbing them against each other. The slick feel was strangely sexy.
It was a bit much so he found a bit of toilet paper. He kissed it and left a sexy lip print. She giggled.
In the bag was laso some mascara and eyeliner.
It took a couple of tries with the eyeliner to get it on. He kept getting distracted by the cleavage in the mirror.
The mascara was a bit of trouble too but it made it on with only one eye wash.
There was no blush so he ran a bit of lipstick one each cheek and rubbed it it as Carrie would do.
He took a bit of mousse and teased her hair.
"Rawr." She growled looking into the mirror.
She went back into the main room and found a short tight red leather skirt. He zipped it down the side. It squeezed her ass, He could feel the shape of her own bottom. Curving just right.
Looking through the tops. Nothing was quite right... but... He'd have to ditch the bra.
He picked it up. He saw his reflection. Breasts swaying gently and those long shapely legs straight forming an a frame.
"I could make some money on the internet." He said feeling naughty. He imagined someone out of his line of sight seeing this through the middle window. He began making it a performance as he slowly stood up rubbing her left hand agaist her legs and up her firm ass as she stood.
She stepped into the corsetted red satin boustier corset. It became awkward trying to tighten the back.
It finally worked out. Her breasts squeezed together. He couldn't wait to pose for himself in the mirror.
He grabbed a short tight leather jacket which accented her hips but hung mostly open in front in a deep "V".
He posed in front of the mirror for a little while, rubbing his hands over her shape. He was so turned on. Her crotch was moist and warm.
He began rubbing her crotch and squeezing her breast firmly. His hand was just sliding into her panties when the lipstick and mascara rolled onto the floor.
There was a purse around here somewhere. He found it and put the makeup in it, as an afterthought He dumped the contents of his wallet in the bag, it just seemed like something he was going to have to do.
The pragmatism of it all struck him and she laughed and went back to the bathroom to coninue where she left off.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
