Preface

Scott stopped at the door of apartment 422. He knocked on the door and then pressed the small box in his hand that looked like a car key fob. The door opened. The woman inside smiled. She saw one of her best friends at the door.

“Riley, you have such great taste when it comes to fashion. Could you help me find a few things online?” Scott sounded panicked. “You see I have this job interview coming up...”

Chapter

The package from Ann Taylor had arrived. It was stuffed inside his mailbox in the lobby. He pulled it out of the mailbox, ignoring the rest of his mail inside, and took it to his apartment on the fifth floor. Scott Briones had waited impatiently for this package since the moment he had ordered the items from Ann Taylor.

Scott could have left the package on the table in the family room of his apartment as he retrieved some scissors, but he didn't want to let the package out of his sight. He grabbed the scissors, proceeded to his bedroom, and carefully cut open the package, ensuring its contents wouldn't be damaged.

Inside, Scott found the three items of clothing he expected encased in clear plastic containers. He didn't need to see the label on each to know what each item was.

Neatly folded in the biggest plastic bag was a double-breasted feminine blazer in a light purple hue called deep wisteria. The jacket was made out of a cross-weave fabric. It featured a notched lapel, four brown buttons, two on each breast, front flap pockets, long sleeves, and a fit tailored for a young woman. Scott gently removed the jacket from its bag and placed it on the bed to keep it from wrinkling.

The next item was a high-waisted pencil skirt in the same wisteria color. The skirt and jacket clearly formed a skirt-suit combination. The skirt was fastened in the back with a hidden back zipper and hook-and-eye closure. Tapered to enhance the curves of a woman it also had a back vent to allow for easy movement. It joined its complementary blazer on the bed.

The final garment was a bow-necked shell in halogen blue (a soft color even lighter than the deep wisteria). The sleeveless V-neck shell is cinched with a bow tie neck for an added feminine twist. The top was placed on the bed over the skirt and blazer.

Also included with the outfit were two accessories: marbleized ball pearl drop earrings and a gold clover chain bracelet.

Scott quickly tore off the clothing he had been wearing; all distinctly masculine apparel. He used his toe to pry his left shoe off his foot and then step out of it. He did the same with the right one. He unbuttoned his tan slacks, pulled down its zipper, and then pulled the pant down his waist to his lower thighs. Using his feet, he pulled the pants off and left them in a heap on the floor. Next, he unfastened the three buttons on his polo shirt. Then he pulled it over his head and let it drop next to his slacks. Finally, he had to sit on the bed to pull off his socks. He was careful not to disturb the feminine apparel he had a moment ago laid there. He was left only wearing his male briefs.

Gently Scott lifted the light blue top and raised it over his head. He let the delicate material cascade over his torso until it fell into its proper place. The hair from his chest and arms, as well as his muscular shoulders looked unnatural when contrasted with the ladylike garment.

Scott lifted and then rotated the skirt. He unzipped its hidden back zipper and then unhooked its clasp. Again, rotating it to its adverse position, he stepped into the garment and pulled it up to his waist leaving it under his top. He reached behind him to rezip the zipper and secure the hook in its eye. Scott looked down to ascertain that the skirt was on straight.

Finally, Scott took a hold of the blazer and snaked his arm through the left sleeve. He draped the silky lining over his back before snaking his right arm. The blazer's buttons were left unfastened as part of a feminine style.

Scott didn't want to wrinkle his skirt, so he didn't sit to put on his canvas sneakers. He simply slipped his foot into the shoes.

Scott slid his bracelet over his fingers, past his hand, and onto his wrist. Completing his outfit, Scott fastened his earrings in his ears. He had worn 'manly' studs in his ears for years. He didn't have any trouble putting the feminine finery on.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the ladylike apparel looked odd on his distinctly masculine body. He didn't care. He smiled anyway.

Before leaving his apartment, Scott retrieved two additional items. Both of which he held in his right hand. The first was his key, he would need it to return to his apartment when he was done. The second was a small black box that resembled a car door key fob.

Scott exited his apartment, walked to the stairs, and descended to the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, he walked down the hallway to the door of apartment 417 and knocked on the door.

The door opened slightly. A chain was attached to the door allowing it to be opened only a few inches.

Mrs. Trenka peered out. What she initially saw was unbelievable to her. She saw a man wearing a women's business suit in a pastel color. Short hair, rugged features, hairy chest peeking out from under a silky V-neck top. Under any other conditions, she would snicker at the sight. It was quite funny. But such a man at her door felt menacing at this moment. She instinctively took a step back.

Scott pressed the key fob. A blinding light emanated from the device. When Mrs. Trenka's eyes cleared, she realized she was mistaken. She didn't see a man anymore; she saw one of her neighbors. It was the young woman who lived down the hall. She was dressed in a fashionable business suit in soft colors. The woman didn't have any makeup on, but she was undeniably gorgeous.

“Hello,” Scott began, “can you help me?”

"My dear, what's wrong?” Mrs. Trenka asked as she moved forward, returning to her original position.

“I have an important job interview today. I was getting dressed when I discovered I had a run in my last pair of stockings. I was hoping I could borrow a pair? I don't have time to go out and buy a new pair; not and be sure I arrive on time.”

Mrs. Trenka smiled at what she thought was a young woman. She didn't know how she could have mistaken her for anything else but a pretty, young lady. Mrs. Trenka felt slightly embarrassed.

“Certainly.”

Mrs. Trenka pushed the door forward to undo the latch holding the chair to the door.

“I want you to know, when my interview is over, I'll buy you a new pair.”

Mrs. Trenka opened the door fully and allowed Scott to enter her home. He could see 'his' entire body now. Not just the shell and jacket, but the skirt he was wearing as well as the sneakers on his feet.

Mrs. Trenka could imagine what happened. The woman had been dressing and had to stop in the middle when she discovered her pantyhose had a run in them. Maybe she snagged it on the corner of some furniture. Regardless, Mrs. Trenka was happy to help out.

“Don't be silly. It's my pleasure.”

“You're too kind. By the way, my name is Riley. I live in 422.”

“I've seen you in the building.”

“Me too. I wanted to introduce myself, but I never got around to it.”

“I as well. I'm Rachel.”

Scott presented his hand with a limp wrist. “Glad to meet you, Rachel.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Rachel said as she shook Scott's hand.

Rachel led Scott into her bedroom. She walked to a drawer and opened it up. Inside were many articles of lingerie. Mostly bras, panties, and shapewear, but there were also many pairs of stockings and pantyhose.

Rachel looked for a moment and fetched a pair of nude tights. She lifted them for Scott's inspection.

“That's perfect. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Let me check for runs,” Scott said as he put his arm through the hose.

“Surely.”

“I promise, I'll be back later with a new pair.”

“Don't bother.”

“I insist.”