Jon grimaced. "Well, if I was truly alone in your house, I think I would have. I started to go all the way, and I put on your panties. They just barely fit me, by the way. And then I thought about what might happen if your mom found me. Apparently being a transvestite isn't just about liking the clothes. It's about hiding who you are, sneaking around. Right after I put them on, I remembered you were coming back soon, and I knew these were just about all I had time for. I really didn't want you to see me dressed up either. So I stopped. I put my pants back on.
Karyn grinned. "But over the panties."
Jon grinned right back at her. "They're easy enough to hide, and I did have your permission to wear them."
Karyn looked back over at her computer. A new Internet Explorer window was up front, filled with a lot of text. She asked, "Okay, so what was so much more important to look up rather than enjoying your new hobby?"
