Restaurant Swap (Patreon)

When Kyle got up that day, he wanted to go out. He decided to dress en-femme, not that anyone would know. It would be his own little secret. He started with a pair of peach-colored bikini high-top panties. He liked high-tops because they were tall enough to cover his penis even if he got hard. He didn't expect to get hard, but what the hell?

Next, he selected a white bra with padded cups. The bra was size 34B, but since he didn't have breasts of his own and wasn't going to stuff the bra when he wore a shirt over it, it would look like he had developed pecs, not that he was wearing a bra. But he would know the difference. He didn't put the bra on as a woman would. Instead, he simply fastened the hooks in the back and pulled it over his head like a t-shirt.

A pair of sheer nude pantyhose was next on his list. He had to sit down to put them on. He put his left foot inside the garment and then slowly snaked his foot down until the bottom. He had to adjust it so that the seam aligned with his toes. He pulled the left leg up to the top of his calf and then repeated what he had just done with his right leg. He pulled both sides to his knees, next his thighs, and then to his waist. he had worn pantyhose many times before. He hoped that the pair he was wearing wouldn't run. That was always a concern, especially with older pairs of nylons.

Finally, he completed his lingerie with a shapewear bodysuit in nude that extended from his mid-thigh to his shoulders. This garment didn't have a bra of its own. It was designed to give a person a smooth line from the thighs to just below the breasts. It didn't do anything for Kyle, but he wore it anyway. He liked the many layers of women's apparel that no one would see.

Kyle owned a pair of women's jeans. They looked like men's jeans, although they were cut slightly differently. They were tighter at the waist. Not that anyone would notice.

Kyle chose a dark-colored shirt with a V-neck. It was purchased from the women's department. Only Kyle knew that. He couldn't wear a light-colored shirt. If he had his bra and shapewear straps might be seen on his shoulders or in the small of his back.

The final accessory to his outfit was his sneakers. They were white woman's sneakers in size 11. Since they didn't have any feminine colors, they could be mistaken for male shoes. This was true of his entire outfit. Kyle knew everything he was wearing was for a woman, but no one would think he was cross-dressing. Only he knew. That made it exciting.

When Kyle stood up, his pants dropped a bit to hide his nylon-covered ankles. When he sat down, his nude pantyhose could be seen, but he doubted anyone would notice. They would simply think he wasn't wearing any socks at all.

Kyle enjoyed the feeling of his clothing. He knew no one would suspect a thing. He got into his car and drove several miles to a nice restaurant. Kyle took a seat and was given a menu.

In front of Kyle was a woman dressed pretty much like he was. She was wearing, a white V-neck top, jeans, and flats, with stockings or pantyhose. She was also wearing a dark pink scarf, presumably, she was wearing panties and a bra. There really wasn't too much difference between what she was wearing and what he was. So, the shirt was light instead of dark? So, she was wearing flats instead of sneakers. It was mostly the same.

"I'll be right with you, Sir," the waiter told Kyle.

"Take your time, I haven't decided yet anyway."

The waiter continued to the woman's table. She handed him some money. The woman had finished her meal and was about to leave.

"Ma'am, I'll be right back with your change," the waiter informed her.

By the time the waiter returned, Kyle had swapped places with the woman. He could feel the weight of real breasts in his bra. He could feel the tightness of the control-top pantyhose around his waist and hips. He could feel the feminine pad in the gusset of his panties. He couldn't feel a penis in his pants or was he feeling a void? He didn't know how to describe it. Didn't matter anyway.

"Here's your change." The waiter's return broke Kyle's concentration.

"Thank you." Kyle selected a five-dollar bill from the change and handed it to the waiter. "This is for you." Kyle purposefully smiled at the waited who returned the smile.

"Thank you, have a great day,"

"I intend to. You too."

Kyle picks up the purse from the floor. Then he grabbed the jacket which was draped over the chair next to him. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and exited the restaurant. Inside his purse, he found some keys and pressed the key fob. A car clucked back at him. He walked to the car and drove off.

As Kyle was driving, he wondered if he had flirted with the waiter because he smiled. He didn't intend to.

Back in the restaurant, the waiter asked the woman in Kyle's body, have you decided yet?"

"Decided, she seemed to have remembered that she already had eaten. But that didn't make sense since she was very hungry. "No, give me a couple of minutes to decide."

"Take your time."

Composite Photo by Creative Vix and Helena Lopes

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