Biff woke up the following morning still dressed in the lingerie he had worn last night. He took a while to just lie in bed, but njoying the luxurious sensations. His smooth, shaved legs rubbing against the silk bed sheets felt amazing. He was wide awake now and remembered every little detail of his day yesterday. He felt he had made the right choice to embrace his feminine role in life. As he ran his hand down over the cups of his bra and across his smooth stomach he delighted in how pretty and girly he felt. Even as his hand brushed off his erect penis, nestled snuggly in his frilly panties he couldn't help but feel like a girl. He remembered how people looked at him and treated him yesterday. There were definitely lots of positives to living the life of an attractive woman. He felt the urge to pee and so reluctantly had to get out of his bed. As he sauntered across his room he caught sight of his reflection. His smooth skin and the lingerie he was wearing made him feel happy. Yes, he still had his penis and his flat chest but it seemed his mind had made a switch yesterday and he was no longer just trying to play the part, he felt that he WAS a woman and this gave him a sense of relief. If the world insisted on treating him like a woman, it would just be easier to go along with it. He doubted he'd be feeling the urge to wear his male clothes any time soon but he thought to himself that was another benefit to his being a woman, even if he wanted to wear pants and a t shirt, it was no big deal. He had so many more options when it came to clothes now.
He made his way into the bathroom and put the toilet seat down. He peeled his panties down his legs and sat on the toilet. He had to adjust his penis beteeen his legs to aim it into the bowl. When he finished, without thinking he grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped himself dry before standing and pulling his panties back up. He felt himself shiver, feeling the cold morning air now that he was out of bed. He figured his lack of body hair meant he was less insulated from the cold now. He made his way back to his bedroom and decided to get dressed. He picked out a nice simple, pink dress with a floral pattern on it. It was so simple, he thought to himself, just put on one single item and he's fully dressed. He put his head and arms into the dress and put it on like a t shirt. He then let it drop down and it sat neatly just above his knees. He checked himself in the mirror, happy with the result.
He glanced at his alarm clock seeing it was almost 10am. Jon's dad was due to drop him back today and this made Biff a little bit nervous. It would be strange having a man in his house, particularly a man who he seemingly had history with but he'd get through it. He still had no interest in being intimate with a man, the idea of touching someone else's penis still didn't appeal to him.
Biff sat and applied a small amount of makeup and some lipstick, wanting to at least look the part before leaving the safety of his room. Yesterday had thought him that going all in on his girly appearance gave him a kind of confidence he had never known to face the world. He had just finished with the makeup when he heard a knock on the door. He felt butterflies in his stomach, caused by meeting his former lover and seeing Jon again. He bounded out of his room in his bare feet, feeling his dress swirl around his legs as he did so.
Biff took a deep breath before turning the lock in his front door. When he opened the door, his jaw dropped...
