James opened the bag and grimaced. He turned it upside down and dumped out the contents. A light yellow maxi dress that had a halter top and didn't look to be that long landed softly on the table. Next to it a tube of red lipstick and red nail polish hit with enough force to make James flinch. The bag still wasn't empty it had folder over and caught on something. He opened it slowly and peeked inside. Shoes or rather triangular blocks of wood. James wasn't an expert at women's fashion, but he recognized the wedge sandals. He grimaced at the heel though they must be 2 or 3 three inches. His flinch had caused his breasts to jostle in the Babylon 5 t-shirt he wore. It wasn't cut to fit someone as voluptuous as "Jill" and it caught and dragged across his nipples. As the days had worn on the cotton fabric had become progressive less smooth. By now the accumulated body oils and general filth were quite disgusting. James sighed and in exasperation pulled the shirt over his head.
James pulled the shirt clear and felt his long hair fall, landing on his back and across his face. It was long enough to reach his middle back and to cover his breasts. He brushed it back over his shoulders and hunched forward crossing his arms over his chest. The apartment wasn't cold, but within moments as the sweat dried on his skin, Goosebumps appeared. James took a deep breath to steady himself and froze. His body smelled, but differently than he was used to. He had showered almost as soon as he had gotten here, trying to wash Tom of himself, but he hadn't been able to face his naked body since. That was more than four days now. His new smell wasn't as harsh, it was almost fruity and it was kind of nice.
James stood up and taking another breath to steady himself slid the bike shorts down his legs. They were also pretty ripe and he tossed them and the shirt into the corner of the room where they would be out of the way. Now he was naked. He kept his eyes tilted up and walked carefully to the bathroom. The bathroom door was a full length mirror and James glanced down reflexively. The sight that greeted him was breath taking as always.
Jill was 22 years old. Her body had the toned quality that said dance training. Her breasts were large and gravity had yet to have its way with them, but the rest of her body was equally striking. She had an exaggerated hourglass figure with a bubble butt, broad hips, and a narrow waist. Her eyes though were easily her best feature. They were blue rimmed with green. The seemed to change color depending on the light, her cheekbones with high and her nose had a slight upturn at the end. The longer James stared though, the more his focus changed. His hair was matted and desperately needed washing as did the rest of him.
He walked into the bathroom not noticing the way his walk had changed. How his hips moved differently. He turned the shower on full force and waited for it to heat up. Once steam started to rise he climbed into the bath tub. The water temperature was uncomfortable, but tolerable. He left it hot deliberately. He needed the warmth to soak the filth out of his skin. He picked up the soap and started scrubbing. It was a traumatic experience, between the water cascading across his body and his hand roaming with the lather. He was focusing on his body in a way he had avoided for the past few days. As he washed his breasts, he flashed back to tom cradling them as they fucked in Erin's apartment. James gasped. He had stopped masterbating after that first day, because he couldn't finish. Now he realized that he could climax quite easily as long as the fantasy was of a man.
James pushed his hand down to his crotch and flicked his clit. His fantasy shifted. Tom was here in the shower with him. He wrapped his arms around James and held him close. James could feel his breasts press against Tom's chest. Tom's hands slid down his back cupped his butt, squeezing gently. James' hand slide further down and pushed a finger inside himself. As it did, he flashed back to when tom's cock pushed inside him. He could feel his pussy being stretched and his clit grazing the invading organ. James knees buckled and he sank to the bottom of the tub. He groaned. The water stream hit him in the face and broke the fantasy. James realized what he had been picturing, but even more disturbing in a way was who had been picturing: Tom. His best friend, who was looking pretty good these past few days. He flashed back to this morning when Tom had starting stripping the moment he came inside. He was bare chested and James was awed by his muscles. They weren't especially large but they were sleek and well-toned, like a soccer player or swimmer. James stood back up and looked down at his fingers. He smiled slowly, it was only a fantasy what harm could there be?
James stayed in the shower for a long time, finally leaving after the hot water had been used up and his teeth started chattering. He toweled himself dry, but didn't know what to do with his hair. He walked back through to the living room and stopped at the table with Erin's care package. He picked up the dress and unfolded it slowly. The material was soft and felt good against his skin. The apartment was too cold to stay naked and the clothes he had been wearing were too disgusting to look at let alone put back on.
James lifted the dress above his head and let it fall around him. He lowered it slowly until his head passed through the halter then let it drop. It was longer than he had feared, but still only came to just below his knees. He pulled his hair through the halter and let it fall behind him. He could feel where it landed as the residue moisture cooled his back. The dress didn't fit quite right. It was designed to be worn with a bra, but James didn't have one. Additionally he guessed it was intended for someone with a slightly smaller bust. His breasts pulled the material tight and his nipples were clearly outlined. It left a lot of cleavage on display. James felt funny looking at his cleavage. He felt embarrassed to be "overflowing" the dress like that, but he also felt a sense of pride too. He tried to examine that feeling.
Honestly it was fatigue. He had spent the last week hiding and was exhausted and bored. A little exploration was just what the doctor ordered. He saw a note that he had missed at first. He picked it up and read, "hi sorry about your apartment. That's awful. Tom tells me you are out of sorts. Let me know if I can help." It was signed Erin and had her phone number at the bottom. James lowered the note and his eyes caught the nail polish bottle. He smiled why not. He could call Erin later. He reached down and picked up the bottle. In for a penny, in for a pound.
