Letting it all out

He regrets letting the girls in on his secret

Karl sat on the floor near his bed and held his head. He was still wearing the bar, panties, thigh-high stockings that the girls had put him in the night before. He held his head and groaned. Had he really done it? Had he really said the things he hoped he hadn't?
It had all started off very innocently at Jane's home. Her friends Susan and Nancy were there too and the four of them had been drinking too much wine. Somewhere along the line the girls had challenged him to put on a bra and what with the drink taking control he hadn't refused. Of course they didn't know that he loved nothing more than wearing a bra and panties and the idea of parading about in front of the girls like that was a dream come true. The bra arrived and he put it on to much cheering from the girls. More wine had followed and so had a pair of sexy panties. He remembered strutting about in front of the three women giving them his best walk. He could have lived with all of that and just put it down to a bit of fun with the girls. But he knew that by the end of the evening his tongue was loose and it was his idea to put on the stockings. Even that wasn't enough. He distinctly remembered the moment he finally broke down and begged them to just let him be one of the girls. He could remember their startled faces as they looked at him and then suggested that maybe it was time for him to go home. Of course he had refused to give them their clothes back and they had put him in a taxi and sent him home. Karl ran his fingers through his long blonde hair. More than one girl in the past had complimented him on his locks little knowing that he grew it to feel more feminine. Now his secret was out things would never be the same...