Soon after Biff got home Lucy texted him. She was worried and wanted to be sure he got home OK. Biff told her he was fine and wondered to himself what she had to worry about. Then he remembered, as far as Lucy was concerned he was a defenceless woman in a taxi all by herself which meant he was vulnerable. Biff didn't feel vulnerable. Taking off his jacket when he got inside he looked down at his arms. His blouse had such short sleeves that they were barely there so his full bicep was visible. Biff flexed his muscles. They still looked as big as ever, even if they did look a bit out of place sticking out of a floral, soft, very feminine blouse. "I'd like to have seen some guy try something on with me. I'd kick his ass." Biff felt a moment of sympathy for women everywhere who had to go through life feeling vulnerable around men. No wonder they all went to the bathroom together and walked each other to taxis and checked in with each other all the time, he thought.
But Biff reassured himself he was different. He might be perceived as a woman by everyone but he was still his old strong male self where it counted and he could take care of himself. He had seen a gym membership in his purse and decided that his Saturday would be well spent working out in the gym. He could test his strength to make sure he wasn't deluding himself. It might turn a few heads at the gym for people to see a young woman bench pressing heavy weights like he used to do. He thought that would be good fun.
As Biff had decided that he hung up his jacket and handbag and kicked off his trainers. He was glad he didn't have to wear heels on a Friday. Usually, his feet were crying out for relief in the evening but not today. He walked into the kitchen, enjoying the feeling of his nylon covered feet rubbing on the carpet. As he did, he felt his panties giving him a bit of a wedgie. They hadn't sat right since he had gotten so awkwardly into the car. As Biff walked along the hallway he bunched up his skirt a bit, stuck his hand down the back of his panty hose and pulled his panties back down into position. He laughed to himself and said, "not very ladylike." He opened the fridge looking for something to eat. He made himself a quick sandwich and seeing a bottle of wine, grabbed it and poured himself a glass. He had to admit he had enjoyed the wine earlier and saw no reason not to have one more glass before bed. As he grabbed himself a wine glass he saw a selection of sippy cups in the press and wondered how Jon was getting on. He hoped he was OK.
He took his sandwich and wine into the sitting room and collapsed onto the sofa. Another not so ladylike move, he thought to himself again. He looked down at himself once more. He was sitting just like he always did, sprawled out on the sofa, legs spread but he wasn't comfortable. The skirt was restricting his legs a little bit and making it awkward for him to spread them. He quickly got up and closed the curtains. He unzipped his skirt at the back and let it slide down his legs. The skirt had a silk slip built into it and as it slid down his nylon covered legs Biff felt a little shiver of excitement. There were definitely some perks to dressing like this he thought. Now feeling full freedom from the skirt, Biff sprawled back out on the sofa. His legs naturally spread as wide as possible and the gusset of his panty hose was stretched wide. It created a little pocket of air around his crotch and he could see his panties underneath, tightly containing his male junk. The sofa was a leather one and felt a bit cold through his panted butt. He leaned forward and took a bite out of his sandwich. Some mayonaisse skilled out and ran all down the front of his blouse.
After a few more sips of wine Biff had a pretty good buzz on and flicking through the TV he idly started to unbutton his blouse. It had a big stain on the front so he wanted to take it off. Balling it up and throwing it over beside his skirt he sat back once more, now dressed only in panty hose, panties and a matching bra. He had no real need for the bra but it never really crossed his mind to take it off. Instead he found himself idly rubbing the lace around the cups as he barely paid attention to the TV show. The delicate bra was certainly sexy he thought to himself. What he wouldn't give to be rubbing Sarah's bra like this and of course, she'd have something even better filling the cups. He felt his penis growing hard with these thoughts and soon it was tenting the front of his panties. He started to rub his crotch through the material of his panty hose and panties, loving the sensual feeling it was creating. He rubbed his nylon covered feet against each other and up and down his legs. A soft moan escaped his lips. He kept up these motions for a while and without even thinking about his hand slipped under the lacy waistband of his panties and rubbed furiously at his erect penis. It didn't take long for him to climax, leaving a big wet stain on the front. His arousal disappaiting all he wanted to do now was get cleaned up. He turned off the TV and quickly made his way up stairs to have a shower and then go to bed.
