David takes his outer clothes off, but not wishing to attempt a corset, decides to keep on his panties, bra, and tights.

He slips the silky bloomers on over them … They seem to tingle, wonderfully, electrically filling him with strange and wonderful feelings … They feel so cool and smooth and wonderful.

He feels so strange all over his body … it even seems his hair has started to get longer as he feels some gently fall on the back of his neck and shoulders.

His excitement building, he steps into his new dress. The sheer sleeves caress his arms wonderfully … The full skirts rustle, and gently but constantly stimulate his nylon and silk-clad legs.

This feels *too* good… Ohhh …. His breath catches in a surge of ecstasy like he has never known. He feels it as it surges wonderfully through out his entire being.

The pleasure washes over him, fills his entire existence. His chest feels heavy, warm, and pleasant, and between his legs there is a strange lightness, no less pleasant.

He catches sight of the floor mirror, a beautiful, dark-haired lady in a blue dress, her face aglow with ecstasy is looking back.

He raises a hand to his face .. as does she. How elegantly “his” fingers taper. He gasps loudly. For a few moments, this pleasure is succeeded by a sick, hollow feeling.

David can hear Debbie say, “Are you all right? I heard you gasping?”

She knocks on the door … utter confusion and helplessness reign in his / her mind, as she replies “Debbie…” then stops at once, at the sound of her altered voice. She has a very delicate female voice now. Her hand goes to her mouth as David sees the image in the mirror do the same thing.

“Hello?? … David … is everything all right?” Debbie asks with mounting concern in her voice.

Debbie knocks on the door again and rattles the knob of the locked door. “Who’s in there with you?? I heard a strange voice?” she asks with concern.

Debbie rattles the knob harder and knocks again.