Chapter 4 - Walt surrenders to his desires

It aches with sweetness as I reach the bed and gather the fourth pair. I see her blouse lying in all its female shape and frills, and I can't wait to put it on. I could kiss its buttons near the neck but I want to put on my suspender panties, so I walk with them to the mirror, see the point in my pink bloomers, and bend to step into the frilled tiers of my fourth pair of panties. The waist is stronger but still elastic, and apart from that they are light and fluffy. I want to play with the frills as I see them in the mirror, rising up my legs, reaching my satin bloomers, and consuming them in Delma's feminine frills. I swell with a girly feeling. These panties are so beautiful round me, and I flutter the panty frills with my fingertips. They hide the point of my cock so I look even more feminine. I play with the pink suspender straps, pulling them down and lifting them from the frills. They have clips on the ends and I feel like a girl as my fingers play with them, like Delma must do when she puts on her stockings. But it's time to put on her blouse. I know this is what I really want as I get nearer to where it lies on the bed. I look down on it. Her blouse. It's soft and crisp at the same time. While it lies flat, its sleeves have enough stiffness in the material for them to lie puffed, at the gathered shoulders and bottoms, with narrow cuffs that fasten like tubes. Frills of lace go round the high neck. They must gather round Delma's chin and hair, and the frills spread down from the shoulders in a curve on the front. Ohhh, the buttons are so pretty. I love them as I am undoing the ones that are fastened: one at the neck and another halfway down the front. I open the blouse a bit. Remembering which two buttons to refasten when I've finished trying it on. I feel my heart beating like a drum in my chest, because any moment now I'll be covering it with this gorgeous blouse and its frills and buttons. It leaves the bed with a slucking slither as I lift it by the two sides of the neck. Dare I put it on? I can't stop myself. I slot my hand into one of the sleeves and slide it right through to appear at the cuff, and the satin sends a shiver through my arm and body. Ohhhhhh, what bliss! I find the other sleeve and put my whole arm into it so that the cold blouse surrounds me from neck to panties. I walk to the mirror as the blouse floats around me in a cloud of white satin. I love seeing it, and when I draw it together at my neck, my sleeves slide to my elbows. I decide to fasten them first. Each cuff has three buttons - lovely, pearly white, feminine buttons which stiffen my cock even more with pleasure. "I'm fastening your blouse, Delma," I announce as I get each button to slot through its buttonhole along the cuff. Then the other sleeve. When the buttons are fastened, the sleeve is so feminine, so billowy and wide. Now I can fasten the blouse down the front and this is where my pleasure will grow more intense. But it's not easy buttoning it the wrong way. The top button is under my chin and I can't do it. I have to fasten the upright neck of the blouse to start with, leaving the lacy frill at the top lying open til later. But when I fasten the neck of the blouse, I feel as if I am definitely wearing it, like my cousin would. I fasten the next two buttons down, onto my chest, then return to the neck cuff where there are three more buttons to fasten. I work upwards, and this time I can completely close up my neck inside the blouse. I just have another four buttons to close, down to the bottom, and I am wearing Delma's blouse. Dreams flash through my head. I can dress myself like this, in all her blouses and panties, every night after she's gone to bed. I turn this way and that in the mirror, noting how some panty frills are visible beneath the bottom edge of the blouse, but I just love the way the sleeves look as I hold my fingers up near my neck and fuss the frills round my cheeks. The pleasure is like a heaving tide, coming and going, but always delicious. I turn back to the closet. There must be some skirts in with the blouses. If not, I'm going to put on a dress over the blouse and panties. ***

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