Chapter 1

David Malpass couldn't believe what he was about to do. He didn't want to do it. At least he didn't think he wanted to do it, but he was going to do it anyway. That was why he was out. That was why he was walking in this direction. There wasn't any other reason to be here or go in this direction. He would have to walk three more blocks straight ahead. Then he would make a left turn and cross the street and walk a little more than a block. Then he would do what he had to do. He didn't understand why he was doing it, but he knew he had to. It just didn't make any sense.

David Malpass thought he was a typical man. He was 32 years old, five-eleven and 183 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, no facial hair, and the rest of his features that were too ordinary to mention. He wasn't fat and wasn't too thin and he had never thought of doing anything like what he was about to do before. It was crazy for a whole host of reasons.

He didn't want to do it, but he was going to do it anyway. That is what kept going through his head as he quickly closed on his destination.

A block closer, "I can't do this. I have to turn back." He didn't turn back.

He reached the corner where he had to make a left and cross the street. "I can keep walking, I don't need to go that way." But he crossed the street. Now, he was less than two blocks away.

Another block later, he could see the house. It was only a few doors down. He tried to look normal. Not that he didn't look around to see if anyone could see him. If someone saw him, he would abort. He would keep on going. Maybe to circle the block and come back. Maybe he could cancel it totally. He didn't want to do it. But he was doing it.

"Please, someone be here so I don't have to!" he begged to no one in particular.

There was someone across the street. "If they look this way they will see me." They were the only person on the block, but they weren't looking at him. It might be enough though.

Unfortunately for David, the person on the street, some man, passed him before David approached the house. The plan could go forward.

"Maybe someone will turn the corner." The house was only two houses away. There was still time.

It was the next house, "Please someone turn the corner or exit one of the other houses on the block. Something. Time was almost up."

But the coast was clear. David turned quickly into the walkway of the house then scooted to the side of the house and entered the backyard. No one could see him here. David knew the house would be empty. He knew that Mrs. Georgieva often left the back door open. He didn't know how he knew either of those things, but he was sure about both. Mrs. Georgieva wouldn't be home and the back door would be unlocked. He could walk right in.

He turned the corner on the house and saw the back door. He walked right to it. This was his last chance to abort, but he wasn't going to. He couldn't, he had to enter the house and do what he knew he must.

David grasped the door handle. He tentatively tried to turn it. It turned easily in his hand. The door was indeed unlocked. He pushed the door open and entered the house. He could smell the house as he walked in. It was the smell of cleaning products, older furniture, and aromas from the scores of meals prepared here.

To David's left was the kitchen, to his right was the living room. The home looked as expected. It was the home of an elderly woman who lived alone. The kitchen had appliances that had been in use for at least a decade, maybe two or more. There wasn't any need to buy newer appliances when the older ones still worked.

The living room was filled with furniture and nick-knacks that took a lifetime to collect. Nothing was very impressive. Nothing was worth a lot of money. She didn't even have a big screen TV as most people had these days. She needed a digital TV as it was impossible to see anything with an old analog TV, but it still wasn't very impressive. Not for the year 2021.

It didn't matter what she had, David wasn't here to steal. That wasn't true. What he meant was that he wasn't here to steal anything that he could make money from. He wasn't looking for money itself or anything expensive like gold or silver jewelry. What he was going to take was something much more personal.

David exited the living room, walked down the hall, and found the bedroom. That is where what he had to get was.

The bedroom was as typical as any other part of the house. A queen-sized bed dominated the room with end tables on either side. Opposite the door was a large window, partially hidden behind curtains. The curtains and the comforter on the bed matched as he would expect. There was a bureau of drawers to the right of the open door and a closet beyond that. It was in the drawers that David would find what he came here to get.

He came here to take one complete outfit of clothes that had belonged to Mrs. Georgieva. That is what he risked everything to get. He knew he was risking everything because if he was caught here there wasn't any way to explain what he was doing. He would be arrested. Eventually, everyone would find out: his girlfriend, his family, the people at work, his own neighbors. They would all know and it would ruin his life. All this to get a complete outfit that had been worn by some old lady that he really didn't know.

David knew what he was going to get. Maybe not the complete details, but in broad strokes. He started on the bottom drawer. He knew that is where Mrs. Georgieva could keep her underwear. He would start with that, he needed several things from that drawer. The first thing would be a pair of panties. they would have to be full-cut briefs. He knew that, but they didn't have to be white. It didn't matter the color, they would be granny panties. They had to be, after all this was a granny house.

David opened the drawer and found scores of panties. They were all neatly folded, stacked one on top of the other. Most were white but there were also some pastel blues and pinks. They were well worn, such that even the pastel colors had faded. He pulled the drawer open some more to get a better look at the complete selection of panties. (There were also bras in this drawer too, but he was concentrating on the panties first.)

David reached in and pulled out a pair. He unfurled the garment so that he could see it better. It was ordinary panties. They were made of stretch cotton. Maybe it really didn't have any stretch initially, but after being worn for who knows how many times and being hand washed the material had definitely become springy. The waistband was thinner than any male brief that he had ever worn. He opened the pantie to look at the crotch. He saw the cotton gusset, then he notice that there was a slight yellowing stain there. He wanted to put it back. He didn't want to take anything. He didn't want to be here, but he accepted the pantie instead.

Satisfied, if satisfy was the proper word, with the pantie selected. He next looks for a bra. These weren't the thin stylish bras that his girlfriend owned. These bras were bigger and more supportive. Like the panties, they were mostly in white. They had thick shoulder straps. Most were padded there. They had full cups that could cover and support breasts that had become saggy with age. He chose a random pair near the top.

David looked over the bra. It was well worn like the panties. It originally had been white, but now it was starting to yellow. It had adjustable straps and a mesh floral print all over. It hooked in the back with four hook 'n eye closures. David's girlfriend's bras only had two closures typically. David looked at the back to find that this was a Bali bra. It was size C42. 3372 appeared to be the style. It also listed that the bra was made up, mostly nylon with a bit of spandex. "Made in Honduras" as if anyone really cared.

Now that David had his bra and panties, he would look for other lingerie. He would select a shaper brief and a pair of pantyhose. He knew he had to get these things although technically he didn't know what the shaper was called. To him, it was just a pair of tight panties.

Those things weren't kept in the pantie drawer, they were in the next drawer higher up. He opened that one and found not only shapers and hoses but other things such as slips, scarfs, handkerchiefs, and gloves. He knew what he wanted, even though he had never seen one before. It would be a high-waisted shaper short that extended down to the mid-thigh. It was reinforced with a diamond shape that extended from above the belly button down to the lower crotch. It looked very tight. David selected it anyway. He didn't look into the crotch or for the size or manufacturer of this garment.

As for the pantyhose, as long as it was flesh-colored (he didn't know that was called nude) it would be fine. All of the pantyhose that Mrs. Georgieva owned were all control top. The hose like the rest of her apparel was properly folded. David made sure not to disturb the other pairs.

David didn't come for slips or scarves or anything like that so he didn't look through the assortment.

David had been in Mrs. Georgieva's house for ten minutes. He knew she wouldn't be coming home anytime soon, but he wanted to get out of there. He was an intruder in her house and stole her apparel. It didn't matter that what he would steal might be worth a high maximum of forty dollars. It might even be better if he was looking for money, at least he could explain that...sort of.

David moved from the drawers to the closet. He knew the outerwear he would select could only be found hanging in a closet. There were tops and bottoms in the other drawers, but not what he came here to select.

David slid back the sliding door and saw the garments. There were more trousers than dresses and skirts combined, but he knew that he had to find a skirt with a top. David looked through the selection and found a white knit midi-dress with a thick elastic waist and a slightly flared hem. Since the waist was elasticated it could accommodate many waistlines.

What he chose next was a vanilla colored blouse with 3/4 blouson sleeves (not that David knew what blouson sleeves were) with a short v-neck and a partial loop-button front. If worn it would cover the elastic waist of the skirt.

There were only two things left for David to choose. He looked on the floor of the closet and found a pair of slingback pumps with a small heel that David could fit his foot into and a pair of cheap clip-on earrings that might have cost $3 max.

David had been in the house for fifteen minutes. He wanted to leave, but instead of heading straight out, he went into the bathroom. He was done selecting apparel, but he had to get a tube of lipstick and a little blush to give cheeks some color. There were several tubes of lipstick in the medicine cabinet. David selected one without looking at the color along with a small container of blush that included an applicator brush.

David didn't have to get anything else. He was grateful to just leave without being caught. He made sure the rest of the apparel didn't show any signs of being tampered with, he took the garments in his arm and prepared to leave the house.

He didn't know what he was going to do with this stuff once he got home, but he would be happy to be there. Then he realized, he couldn't walk the ten blocks back to his out carrying this stuff in the open. He needed something to carry it in. How would he explain it to his neighbors if one saw him what he was carrying? There was no reason he could give as to why he had women's shoes as well as the blouse and skirt.

David searched the house for a container, he found a Macy's bag and put the apparel inside. Macy's sold male clothing too, no one should notice anything amiss. Certainly, he wouldn't let anyone look inside.

He folded the apparel and put them into the bag. He couldn't just stuff them in willy-nilly. He wasn't totally in control of his actions, not even at this point. That was clearly evident as he was still in the house of an old lady.

David exited the house. Looked to see no one was coming and then dashed to the sidewalk. He walked home as quickly as he could. He never considered getting rid of anything he stole.

He entered his apartment building without talking to anyway. He took the elevator to his floor and then used the key to open the door of his apartment. Inside he was surprised. His girlfriend, Courtney was already there. She saw the Macy's bag in David's hand and asked, "What do you have there?"

Chapter 2.

David tried to bluff his way out of his situation.

"Nothing important. Just some stuff."

"You got some new clothes from Macy's?" Courtney inquired.

"No."

"Then what is it?"