Illusions 2 (Patreon)

Scott Briones took his shower and got ready. This next test involved a little more risk, but he was sure it would turn out fine. In his bedroom, he dressed in nondescript clothes. He wore a simple pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. He needed to wear something ordinary. All the apparel he wore when he would leave his home this time was male clothing.

Scott pressed the button for the elevator and waited. He didn't have to hide this time. He took the elevator to the sixth floor. He exited and rang the bell to apartment 626.

“Who is it?”

He pressed the button on his little black box before answering.

“It's me,” he replied.

“What's wrong?” the woman who answered the door inquired. She was a plus-size woman who weighed approximately 155 pounds with dirty blonde hair pulled back (exposing her ears) except with some loose strands that framed her face. She had soft hazel eyes and used a modest amount of makeup. Just a little on her lips and cheeks. She wore a black top with long sleeves, a square neck, and an empire waist designed to highlight her large breasts.

“I forgot my keys,” Scott told her. Scott knew that this woman wouldn't see him as Scott, she would see him as her husband.

The woman perched her lips and shook her head.

“Are you going to let me in?”

“Yeah.”

The woman moved to let Scott pass her.

Scott entered the apartment. He had never been in this apartment before, but he had been in this series (26) so he knew the general layout. Not that it would be too hard to figure out regardless. All the apartments had the same things, a dinette, a family room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and either one or two bedrooms.

Scott noted the TV was playing in the family room. He joined the woman, even though he didn't know her name. It didn't matter. He let her sit first, she sat on the couch, and he sat in a different chair. He feigned watching the program for a little while, but that wasn't why he was here.

Discerning that the woman was interested in the program, he stood up.

“I can fix you a snack if you like.”

“No, I think I'll maybe take a nap.”

Scott wasn't sure if there was a TV in the bedroom. If there was, he could have said he was going to watch another program.

“OK.”

Scott entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him. The room was dominated by a king-size bed. The bed was in the center of the room adjacent to the wall perpendicular to the entry door. Looking past the bed on the far wall was a large window covered by translucent white drapes. There were only four feet between the end of the bed and the forty-inch flat-screen TV hung on the wall. There were lamps on both sides of the window and a small chair by the window. A dresser bureau stood against the wall with the TV between it and the far wall. Inset into the wall by the door there was a closet and another dresser drawer next to it. The color scheme was subdued green, purple, and light gray.

Scott opened the closet and looked inside. Three-quarters of the closet was women's apparel, the other quarter was for the woman's husband. Scott ignored the male apparel; he took a terse peek at the woman's garments.

Scott pulled his t-shirt over his head as he slipped off his shoes from his feet. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off and let them lie on the ground. Clad only in his underwear, he pulled that off too and then finally had to sit on the bed to pull his socks off. He picked up his clothes and put them in a small pile on the bed.

He walked over to the bureau by the closet, he was naked at this time and opened the top drawer. He looked inside. There were mostly women's tops in this drawer. There were all nicely folded. Looking down into the second drawer, he saw women's bottoms: slacks, jeans, leggings, and shorts. He knew what he was looking for had to be in the bottom drawer. Inside that, he found women's lingerie. All the women's bras, panties, and alike were all nicely folded, the same as in the top drawers. Most of the lingerie was white or black, but there were many other colors too.

Scott selected a pair of black full-cut briefs. He picked them up and liked their feel. They didn't feel like cotton, they felt smoother, and they were undeniably soft. It was clear these panties had been worn and laundered many times. That was what he liked about them.

Scott looked for a black bra to go with the pantie. He didn't want a sports bra. He wanted something that fastened with hook and eye closures. “That was a real bra,” he thought. He picked up the first black bra he spotted. It was designed to show the woman's cleavage. It might have been a push-up bra. Scott didn't know. He didn't 'like' it. He wanted something with more coverage. He didn't have real breasts to show. He needed the bra to create the illusion of full breasts on his flat chest. He selected another bra, this was a true full-coverage bra. It was designed to be worn under a top like a t-shirt. Something with sleeves and a crew neck or round neck.

Scott had put on bras before. He knew how to put on the clasps in the back, but it was easier to simply fasten the hook and eye closures first and then pull the bra on like a t-shirt. He didn't have any real breasts to get in the way, nor did he care about stretching them out of shape. He pulled out six pairs of panties out of the bra and filled his bra cups with them. Then he stepped into the panties he selected first.

The final item out of the drawer that Scott selected was a pair of pantyhose. Scott's only prerequisite for the pantyhose was that they are nude in color. The color wasn't nude, technically it was taupe, but Scott didn't care.

Scott had to sit on the bed to put on the pantyhose. He pulled them over the toes on his left foot, then up to his calf, then to his knee. The right foot followed. He stood up and then pulled them up his thighs to the bottom of his crotch. Then over his hips and then finally he smoothed them to as high as they would go. The hose topped off at about three inches above his belly button.

Scott walked to the closet again. This time to select a dress. He wanted something black or dark blue. He found in his opinion, the perfect dress. The dress had a round neck that wasn't low enough for his bra to peek out. It had short sleeves and an elastic waist and a self-tie belt that would give the semi-illusion of a waist. The hem fell to just below his knees, allowing his legs to peek out. There was a zipper and button with a keyhole in the back closure.

Unlike his bra, he couldn't fasten the button and pull the dress over his head. He had to get into the dress and then fasten its closures. Putting the button in its hole was easy, but he had trouble pulling the zipper all the way up. His arms couldn't reach. He had to scrunch the material of the dress in the back and then zipper it all the way, then pulled the dress back down.

Once the dress was in place. Scott 'fluffed' up the pantie padding in his bra. He made sure that none of his makeshift paddings had fallen under the perimeter of the bra.

Scott looked around to see himself. There wasn't a mirror in the entire room. He moved close to the TV but didn't see a reflection.

“Whatever,” he thought.

Scott's final step was to slip his feet into some of the woman's shoes. He had finished dressing in less than ten minutes.

Scott opened the door of the bedroom and walked out quickly. He walked to the front door and said,

“Bye, hun.”

The woman was still watching TV and turned to see what she thought was her husband wearing her clothing.

“What the...” she said in amazement.

But before she could get up, Scott had left the apartment.

Dumbfounded at what she saw, the woman headed straight for the door.

Scott entered the stairs and clicked the button on his little black box again. If the woman saw him again, she would see a plump woman in her forties. He waited in the stairway for a few moments.

Exiting her apartment, the woman heard the door to the stairs slam shut. Not seeing anyone in the hall, the woman moved toward the sound of the closing door. It took only seconds for her to get to the stairs. She looked up and down. Climbing up the stairs towards her, the woman saw another woman she didn't know. That was the only person on the stairs. She looked up and down. Except for the woman climbing the stairs, she didn't hear any other footsteps.

She called out, “Henry!”

But no one answered. The woman on the staircase looked at her quizzically but didn't say anything. Instead, she simply walked to the next floor and exited the stairs.

Scott, dressed in woman's apparel, pressed the elevator. He took it to his floor and entered his apartment. With an amused grin on his face, Scott wondered, “What should I try next?”

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