EXTRACT FOR
Sissified and Feminized At The Beach House!
(Scarlett Steele)

I'm sure the dress is dry-cleaned only, but still, with hand soap and water, I wash out the evidence of my spooge. Just in the nick of time, I hang it back up in the closet and hope it will dry okay. Jeff, Jenny and the others walk into the house. I shove the soiled panties in the dirty clothes hamper with my clothes and the ones Priscilla left behind. No one will notice. The camisole isn't dirty, so I neatly fold it and slide it back into the drawer. Just in time, again. 



"Hey, you, we missed you. What did you do while we were gone?" Jenny asked.



Do I look guilty? I shuffle on my feet, the heat rising in my cheeks. Dammit, does she know? "I ordered pizza and watched some TV. Enjoyed some fresh air. Nothing much else," I say and smile.



"Okay. I'm hitting the hay. Tomorrow's a big day. We have the yacht booked for some deep-sea fishing experience," she says.



"Right, guess I'll hit the hay too," I say.



Whew! That was close. Had they come in a few minutes earlier, she'd have caught me with the dress in hand. After a quick shower, I dress in my jockeys. Scratchy cotton, binding, no fun. The remote doesn't find anything interesting on the flat screen TV Priscilla mounted above the writing desk. I toss it to the night table and roll over. My eyes wander to the dresser where all those lovely silk panties are resting. Little pieces of pure pleasure. I groan and roll away. Too much temptation. I'm a guy, for all's sake. I'm a manly man, who wears jockeys and farts and works out three times a week. Why in the fuck did I choose to sleep in Priscilla's room?



On my back, I shove my hands behind my head and listen. The muffled laughter coming from the living room indicates Jessie just told a joke to Jeff. Jenny is in her room. Yes, think about her. What's she doing? Probably brushing her teeth. Showering perhaps. Oh no, cock, stay down. I've dealt with you already. Jenny, naked under the pounding water. Hot steam billowing all around. I want to nail her, right there against the shower wall. The groan escapes my lips before I know it's happening. I just need to find a girl and get laid. That would satisfy the extreme itch I have in the sex department. The ceiling looms at me, I can barely make it out under the street lights illuminating the windows. I rise and close the shutters. Nope, too stuffy. I enjoy breathing the fresh salty air. Dammit.



Sleep evades me. The call from the dresser is loud. Finally, I get up and trudge to the drawer. In the dark, I fish around in that top drawer and pull out a pair of fresh clean panties. Ah, yes! Nice and cool and silky. The jockeys are off and pitched into the hamper. I slide my feet inside the panties again. The material is nice and cool. I squirm as I crawl back in bed. I'm a flitting Tinkerbell. I need a life. I roll over with a smile on my face and fall asleep in the panties. 



The shutters didn't hold back the brisk sunlight that pours through the windows. I squint in that direction and stretch. My cock is wood. My hand automatically goes there. Ah yes, the silk panties. No wonder. I relax back and before I piss, I rub one out in the panties. It feels so good with my hand gliding on the outside of the underwear. Oops, another pair of Priscilla undies hit the hamper. I make a mental note to do laundry later. 



I rifle through my suitcase for more shorts and a tee shirt. I grab a pair of white jockeys, but my eyes betray me and look at the dresser. I mean, Priscilla has so many pairs, she'd never miss them. Besides, I'll have them washed before she returns. I choose a black pair because black just seems more masculine. I feel so dirty and naughty as I pull my shorts on over the silk lady's panties. As I walk out the door, my cock swells, just from being bound within the super soft material.