"A bird in the hand..." Jon told himself as he giddily headed up the same stairs that the women had traversed a few minutes earlier. He hadn't immediately followed them as he had some last minute tidying up to do before he could retire. Cushions needed straightening, ash trays needed emptying, windows needed closing; Jon knew that if he didn't finish up, nobody would. As he had reached up to shut the locking mechanism on top of a window Jon was happy that he'd found the sturdy and sensible high heeled boots that adorned his feet. Without them he would have had to find a step ladder.
On his way upstairs Jon found himself pausing to examine pictures that the homeowner had hung on the walls. Each wall was covered with evenly spaced black and white photographs of people he didn't recognize, but nonetheless found fascinating. On one side, each photo featured a woman, each wearing sexier and sexier clothes. One picture showed a cute tanned blonde clothed in a tuxedo, it's cut emphasizing her body very nicely. Another had a Japanese girl in nothing but her boxer shorts and a football jersey. A third, one that got Jon feeling flushed, was a olive skinned brunette wearing torn blue jeans and a baseball cap, pulling up her wife-beater shirt to show off her abs.
The other side held pictures of men, but each picture made Jon feel more and more uncomfortable. Like the four men he'd seen earlier in the washroom, all of the men in the pictures were crossdressed! Men in skirts, men in bikinis, men in lingerie, each one was more and more shocking, each one more and more revealing. Jon tried to ignore that wall as he walked daintily up the stairs, his skirt swishing this way and that, but his eyes kept being drawn to the wall. His morbid curiosity kept forcing him to peek, causing him to wonder how far the perversion would carry.
Finally at the top of the stairs, a new problem occurred to Jon: he couldn't sleep in his dress, no matter how comfortable it was. Sure, it had the right effect on the ladies, but it wasn't sleepwear. There were a number of doors in the hallway that Jon found himself in, so he wiggled his way to one on his right, breast forms bouncing with every step, hoping to find something appropriate to wear. Inside he found...
