It was getting close to dinnertime and I figured I’d better get dressed. There was nothing in the closet so I checked the dresser drawers. One drawer was filled with an assortment of underwear, thongs, g-strings, pouches, etc. This was Jon’s idea of dressing for dinner. I tried on a thong, which was uncomfortable, and settled on a yellow g-string that was set off by my tan.
Mai and Jon were in the dining room. Jon had his substantial tool tucked into a maroon velvet thong. He had a jeweled pendant clipped to one nipple. Mai was wearing a pair of beaded fringe black panties. She had a thin gold chain around her waist and she had connected her nipple rings with a second thin gold chain. We were the most decadently dressed dinner party I had ever seen.
During dinner Mai talked about how she had struggled with her gender identity for years. She was an only child. When she was little she liked playing house with the girls but she equally liked playing cops and robbers with the boys. Her struggles really began when she was a teenager. She went out for all the high school boy’s sports but really didn’t enjoy them and she discovered she enjoyed experimenting with make up and wearing her Mother’s under clothing.
“One weekend, when I was a junior in high school, I had the house to myself. My parents left early on a Saturday morning for a weekend retreat with our church. I went upstairs and showered, dressed, then went into my parent’s bedroom. I looked through Mom’s lingerie drawer. It held the usual panties, bras, panty hose, slips, and other under things. There were some sexy silk and satin panties and a couple of sexy bras, but beneath it all I found a small plain envelope which contained a single key.”
“It looked like a key for a suitcase lock. I went to the basement. All of the luggage stored there was unlocked. So I went back upstairs. I looked in my Mother’s closet and found nothing. I looked in my Father’s closet. Way back in the corner, under a pile of old shoes, I saw a large suitcase. I dragged it out and hoisted it onto the bed. The key fit the lock.”
