Karl skipped over to the window and peeked out between the curtains. His girlfriend Lynda would be home soon and that meant he would have to change back to being a boy. He grabbed every chance he could get to cross-dress in her clothes and he loved every moment he could spend as a girl. He loved the way her smooth clothes felt against his skin, the sensation the pantyhose gave his legs, the thrilling discomfort of the thong. He pulled off the skirt and put it back in her cupboard.
Lynda had just bought a pair of pants that he wanted tao try on too. He ran back to the window again and looked out. Not for the first time he sighed at the unfairness of it all. Why do girls get to wear fun clothes? Why couldn’t he dress like this all the time? Karl stamped his healed foot in frustration. There was nothing for it, he was just going to have to make the most of it. With a final look out of the window, he ran back to the bedroom to get the pants.