Another story is connected with this dress.

After mom died, dad didn't date anyone for a very long time, and we didn't have any women at home.  When I got back from the army, I found out that my dad had met Tamara. She lived in another city, but often came to work in our city and stayed at our house, sometimes for a few days. Tamara was about 40 years old, but I saw in her an adult woman who seemed much older than me. To my joy, women's clothing appeared in the house that matched my size. Of course, I wore her clothes in secret. But I kept my secret strictly from both dad and Tamara.

And then one day my father went away for a few days, and Tamara, so inopportunely for me, came. I wore lingerie and tights under my usual home clothes, but I really wanted to change completely. I made up my mind. I started telling Tamara a made-up story that I had argued with the girls at work that I would change into women's clothes. But before I saw them, I want Tamara to look at it and tell them if it's going to look too bad. This story looks dubious and certainly not original. But at the time, it was completely new to me and unexpected for Tamara. Consent was obtained, and I quickly changed my clothes. I was wearing underpants with foam padding to add volume to my thighs, a bra stuffed with rags, the only non-torn tights, shoes, and a pink dress. Wig, clip-on earrings, lipstick and bright blue eyeshadow. It was fashionable then.

And so I went out from my room. I was just shaking with fear, but Tamara took the situation calmly and even a little prosaic. She examined me, said that it turned out well, but I need to " walk around, get used to it." Now, after reading a lot of real and fictional stories on the Internet, I constantly see that this story is repeated countless times.

I begged her not to tell dad anything. Tamara promised to keep the secret. She also said that she did not see anything unusual in dressing up, and that her first husband wore women's clothing when guests were present.
Further, however, I did not know what to do and events were already developing under the control of Tamara. She asked me what I was wearing, what clothes I still had.
Then she asked me to go to the grocery store and buy a bottle of wine. I had to dress back and I thought the party was over.

But then she asked me to change and put on a bodysuit and stockings. She didn't wear a tight-fitting garment herself, and she wanted to see what it looked like on me. Wow! I changed quickly. And although times were still chaste, I decided that there was no reason to be shy about showing a women's underwear to woman. As something strange, perhaps, on me looked modified cowards, for adding volume to the thighs with a zipper to the fanny. For a very long time afterwards, I remembered this exit with delight. And I wished I had thought to wear a short Tamarin robe to make the show even more spectacular with a small element of Striptease.

Tamara gave me an appraising look, complimented me on my figure, and told me to put on a dress.
Under the dress I wore a petticoat with lace at the hem.
Well, it's late in the evening, we sit next to each other on the couch, watching TV and Tamara explains to me such a feminine trick that when you sit leg over leg, the skirt hem should be slightly pulled up so that there are laces of the petticoat. Somehow I didn't notice this for the girls, but if it is necessary, then it is necessary, and I carefully pulled up my skirt so that the edge of the lace was visible. I experienced a very unusual feeling when she stroked my knee.

Then Tamara let me wear her skirt and shirt. Well, then she offered to undress at all. This was my very first sex in my life, helpless, because I only had a very General idea of how it happens.

Never before, and never since, have had I missed the sex. All my fantasies ended with dressing up. I've come up with a lot of daydreams where I've had to change my clothes, either willingly or unwillingly, but it's never been about sex.

The next day, Sunday, I was confused and didn't dare change my clothes. But on Monday, I changed my clothes right from the morning before Tamara left for work. Allegedly, the resolution of the dispute was scheduled for this day. But I just wanted to show her again.