_Power_ Christopher hated going to singles bars. He was a good looking guy, if a bit on the skinny side, but he just would never feel comfortable going up to a strange woman and asking her if she'd like a drink, if she'd like to dance, if she'd like to go back to his place, or whatever. He was more than a bit on the shy side. But his sex life had been incredibly nonexistent recently, and he figured he had nothing to lose, so after he got off work at the brokerage house, he figured he would check out the new bar that had opened up around the corner from his apartment. He hadn't bothered changing - aside from the conservative suits he wore for work, he didn't have much else in terms of dressy clothes, and he didn't think hitting a trendy bar like this in jeans and a t-shirt would've been such a hot idea. He'd been sitting at the bar for nearly an hour, trying to get up the nerve to approach some woman, any woman. That's when she walked in. There were some attractive women in the joint, but this one took the cake by far. She was tall - in the high heels she was wearing, she seemed even taller than Christopher's 6' - with the most incredible pair of legs he'd ever seen. She was wearing what Christopher's friend Joe liked to call "do me" clothes: black stockings, leather mini-skirt, tight silk blouse, colorful vest, plenty of jewelry, and those stiletto heels. Her long blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders as she strode purposefully up to the bar and sat down right next to Christopher. Her perfume was intoxicating, and Christopher felt more and more overwhelmed by a desperate need to talk to her. As she calmy sipped the marguerita she had ordered, Christopher finally worked up his nerve. Just as he was about to utter a lame come-on (he was still debating between "Come here often?" and "Don't I know you?"), she turned to him and said, "You in the mood for an adventure?" Christopher didn't know what to say. Here was this gorgeous woman, maybe the most beautiful he had ever seen, and *she* was coming on to *him*. Finally, he managed to squeak out, "What did you have in mind?" She smiled and said, "You'll find out. Come on." She slapped a twenty on the table and told the bartender that it was for both of their drinks, then stood up. "Well, are you coming or not?" Christopher tried to sound as confident as possible, but his "Sure" came out pretty weakly. As relieved as he was over not having to make the first move, he was intimidated by her. She grabbed his arm and they headed outside to catch a cab. "So, uh," Christopher said in the suavest voice he could muster, "your place or mine?" "Why don't we try my place this time. There'll be plenty of time to see both our places." "Okay....." said Christopher. 'Plenty of time?' he thought. 'What exactly does she have in mind?' A cab pulled up and they got in. "227 Clinton Street," said the blonde. "You know," said Christopher as the cab pulled out into the street, "we haven't even been properly introduced. I'm Christopher." "What a pleasure it is to meet you Christopher. I'm Jaqueline." She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Are you much on experimenting?" "Uhmmm.....I guess," said Christopher, feeling aroused and anxious at the same time. "What kind of experimentation?" "Like I said before, you'll find out," said Jaqueline. She had a huge cheshire cat grin across her face. Christopher wasn't sure whether to be turned on or nervous. One thing was for sure: this was going to be an interesting evening. * * * * * * Jaqueline lived in a spacious loft that was sparsely decorated, at least compared to the apartments of most women that Christopher knew. "Nice place," he said, trying to make small talk and see if she would tell him what she had in mind. "Have a seat," said Jaqueline, and both sat down on her plush couch. She took a good long look at him, staring up and down his person. "You know, I've always been a sucker for a man in a three-piece suit. Is it Brooks Brothers?" "Yeah, it's kind of the standard uniform on Wall Street," said Christopher, feeling a bit more comfortable talking about himself. Jaqueline started to finger his tie. "You know," she whispered in an incredibly sultry voice, "the only thing I like more than a man in a three-piece suit is seeing a man get out of that same suit. Care to get naked?" "Uhm...." "Come on," she said, sounding like a mother talking to her five-year old son, "please......If you're uncomfortable, I'll take off one item of my clothes for each item you lose, okay?" Christopher was frozen for a moment. Then he thought, 'What the hell am I so nervous about? Here's a spectacularly beautiful woman asking me to take off my clothes, and she's willing to take off her clothes, too, and I'm thinking about it?!?!' "Okay," he said, with the first real smile he'd had all evening, "but you've gotta keep up your end of the bargain." "I'm a woman of my word," said Jaqueline. So they began. Christopher undid his tie; Jaqueline removed her necklaces. He took off his oxford shoes; she kicked off her pumps. He ditched his jacket; she took off her vest. He slipped off his socks; she rolled down her stockings. He undid his vest; she took off her garter belt. He pulled of his watch; she took out her earings. They were both down to their underwear, and Christopher was already experiencing a massive erection. Her figure was spectacular. He pulled off his t-shirt and she undid her bra. Her breasts were perfect - rounded, firm, but not too big so as to sag. And finally, the moment of truth. He pushed down his boxers, revealing his throbbing manhood to her, and she slipped off her panties, revealing a perfect little Bermuda Triangle. They both stared at each other's naked bodies. Christopher practically had to stop himself from drooling - this was by far the most incredible looking woman he'd ever laid eyes on, naked or otherwise. He moved in close to kiss her, but she pushed him away gently. "Whoa, tiger, what kind of girl do you take me for?" she said with the same wry smile she had worn since she'd met him. "Well, I just thought, you know, you're naked, I'm naked - why don't we be naked together?" "Oh, I don't plan on staying naked for long." Now Christopher was confused. "Then what was with this whole extended strip-tease?" "Well, we needed to get out of our own clothes so we could put on each others, silly!" Christopher wasn't sure he'd heard her right. "Excuse me, what did you just say?" Jaqueline started to gather up Christopher's clothes in her arms. "Trust me on this one, Christopher. Just do what I tell you to do and tonight will be the most incredible sexual experience of your life." Christopher was becoming extremely nervous. What the hell had he gotten himself into? But as she gazed at him with those bright blue eyes and that perfect smile, he felt his will being sapped away. He couldn't resist her. "Okay," he said with more than a hint of trepidation in his voice, "what do you want me to do?" Jaqueline stepped into his boxers and smiled at him. "Look, honey, it's very simple." She dumped his clothes on the floor next to her and picked up the pile of her clothes and handed them to him. "Just put these on. You saw where everything goes, but if you have any problems, just let me know." "Uh, yeah, sure," he said, without a huge amount of confidence in his voice. "Look," she said as she pulled his t-shirt on over her head so that it just barely obscured those perfect breasts, "let me get dressed first and then I'll help you out. You look to be about the same size as me, so it shouldn't be too hard. And if these don't fit you, I've got closets full of clothes. Just sit tight for a minute and let me try on this lovely suit of yours." "Okay." He sat down on the couch and watched as she slowly, as if to add effect, buttoned up his dress shirt. Then she inched his pants up her creamy white legs, covering up those lucious thighs. Christopher couldn't help but feel turned on - it was almost more erotic for her to be covering everything up, so that he could fantasize about uncovering her again. She slipped on his socks and shoes, and then tied his tie in a perfect Windsor knot - Christopher had never been able to tie a good knot even after years of trying, and here was this woman doing it without the slightest difficulty! She pulled on the vest, which bulged nicely to accentuate her breasts, then buttoned up the suit jacket. She walked back and forth in front of him and circled around, like a model on a runway. "Well, how do I look?" she asked with an enormous smile of power on her face. "Fantastic - you sure look better in them than I do." He wasn't lying - there was something incredibly erotic about watching her parade about in his clothes. This woman exuded power ordinarily, and the addition of this traditional male outfit just added to that power. It was nearly intoxicating. "Well, I've always felt that men's clothing is wasted on men." She gave him the once-over, and Christopher suddenly remembered that he was still naked. "Well," she said, "I've gotten dressed, and now it's your turn." Now, while the sight of her standing there in his clothes was becoming an extreme turn-on, Christopher was suddenly anxious about the idea of his having to wear hers. "Look, really, I'm okay like this." "Now, Christopher, if we're going to be going back out on the town, you're going to have to get dressed or we could run into some problems with the authorities." "Go back out?" Christopher was suddenly starting to become very nervous. "Of course! I'm going to take you out to dinner." "Look, Jaqueline - " "Call me Jack. You said you were going to trust me, Christopher. Now are you going to get dressed on your own or am I going to have to dress you myself?" Christopher was suddenly starting to get frightened. While the power she was exuding was turning him on, he was starting to lose any semblance of control in this situation. "Uhm, maybe I should....." Before he knew what was happening, she had shoved him onto the couch, gotten on top of him and was forcing her panties up his legs. He tried to resist, but she was stronger than him and he was pinned. "Jaqueline!" "I already told you," she whispered sultrily as she pinned his arms back and pulled her bra straps over them, "call me Jack." He kept trying to resist her, but for some reason, his heart wasn't in it. For all his struggling, she was able to dress him up in her clothes with ease. Next came the stockings, which felt strangely comfortable and warm against his bare skin. She strapped them on with the garter belt. Then she pulled on the blouse, forced him onto his stomach, and buttoned it up in the back. The skirt, which zipped up in the back, came next, and by that point, he had stopped struggling. She slipped her pumps onto his feet - they fit surprisingly well, though he was afraid what would happen when he tried to stand on them. She slid some bracelets onto his arms, a necklace around his neck, and clipped some earings onto his ears. Finally, she got off of him and walked silently into the other room. She came back with what looked like a shaving kit and pulled out various makeup. He was surprisingly calm as she applied lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, and nailpolish. She teased his hair up with a pick and applied plenty of hairspray so it would stay. Jack stepped back to admire her handiwork. "You know, Chris, you can look pretty darned cute. Why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror?" He stood up. The heels weren't as big a problem as he'd been worried about. A much bigger problem was his throbbing erection, which was very uncomfortable inside the tight mini-skirt he was wearing. He walked over to the full-length mirror with little difficulty (he wobbled for a moment but quickly got the hang of it) and stared at his reflection. Well, even with the clothes, makeup, and hair, he still probably couldn't pass as a woman, but for some reason he liked the way he looked. He had never liked the fussiness of men's dress clothing - if it wasn't for his job, he would have never worn a suit, ever - and he felt much more comfortable in Jack's frillier, feminine attire. Jack walked up behind him and gave him a kiss in the neck. "You are so beautiful, Chris. I'll be the envy of everyone at Chez Luigi." That was when Chris remembered Jack saying that they were going to go back out. "Uhm, Jack, this is fun and all, but neither of us can especially pass as the opposite sex. You'd have to cut your hair and put on a fake beard, and I'd need a helluva lot more makeup - and a shave." "Whoever said anything about trying to pass, Chris? When we walk in the doors of the restaurant, we're gonna blow everyone's minds." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the neck again. "Come on, Chris, let's have some fun." * * * * * * It was dark by the time they got back out again, and the streets in her neighborhood were empty enough that they didn't run into anyone while they waited for a cab. The cabbie did a double-take when they hopped in, but stopped himself before he could say anything that would cost him a tip. The Maitre'D at Chez Luigi was far less easygoing. The minute he saw this odd couple walk through the doors of his fine establishment, his face turned ghost-white. He turned to Chris. "Can I help you......sir?" Jack stood in front of Chris and stared down at the little man. "Do you have a problem with my date?" she asked, her voice sounding almost threatening. The Maitre'D backed down quickly, intimidated by Jack's forcefulness. "Uhm, no, not at all.....will the, uh, two of you like to sit in smoking or non?" "Oh, I don't think we'll be smoking just yet," said Jack with that cheshire grin of hers. "Very well, then, sir - I mean, ma'am - I mean....." Jack was very amused. "Sir will be fine, garcon." "Right this way." As he led them to their table, Jack and Chris caught the eyes of every single patron of the restaurant. Just before they sat down in their booth, Jack grabbed Chris, pulled him close to her, gave him a big french kiss, and grabbed his rear very noticeably. "Don't think about it, guys," said Jack with a bemused tone, "this one's all mine." Chris had been silent ever since they had left Jack's apartment. He was so confused by the way he was feeling. He should've felt tremendous embarrassment, going out in public dressed like a woman, but he felt more aroused than he ever had in his entire life. Something just felt right about wearing these clothes - he felt whole in a way that he never had before. And as he looked at Jack, acting macho, wearing his clothes, yet with her long hair still down and her makeup still on, he felt more attracted to her than any woman he had ever met. After a few minutes, the crowd at the restaurant finally stopped staring at them. Chris felt disappointed. He was starting to enjoy the attention. And it was obvious that Jack was getting off on all of this. "Jack," asked Chris, "do you do this sort of thing a lot?" "Let me tell you a little about me, Chrissie. My parents were incredibly old-fashioned, and all my life I was forced to 'be a lady' - wear prim dresses, be polite to everyone, never be agressive with boys. And I hated it. The night of my senior prom, after my boyfriend had deflowered me and fallen quickly asleep, I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, and all I could think of was how men have all the power in relationships and women have none. And I realized that I would never be satisfied if sex was always going to be like that - with him in control and me just expected to lie there and service him. And I started to stare at his tuxedo, which he'd carelessly tossed on the floor when we got undressed to make love. I got the sudden urge to put it on, so I did, and it felt right. Then I dressed him up in my prom gown - he was such a sound sleeper that he didn't even notice. I climbed on top of him, stroked his thigh until he got an erection, and began to make love to him. Needless to say, that woke him up. And I felt real pleasure for the first time in my life - I was in control, and I needed to be in control to please myself." "How did your date react?" "He was a little surprised at first, and then angry, but when I threatened to tell everyone at school about it, except that it had been *his* idea, he gave in a little bit. Since then, I haven't made love except when cross- dressed. I don't think I would even know how to do it any other way at this point." She slid closer in the booth towards Chris and reached her hand under his skirt, into his panties, and began stroking his penis, which became rock hard practically at her first touch. "And let me tell you something, Chrissie: I haven't had any complaints from my partners so far." She continued to move her hand up and down his shaft, slowly but tenderly. Chris knew he was going to orgasm at any moment, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to contain himself - that the whole restaurant would know. Then he thought to himself, 'Chris, everybody in this place already thinks you're a pervert because of the way you're dressed. You can't exactly lower their opinion of you.' As the waiter approached, Chris could tell that he was about to orgasm. The waiter was non-plussed by their attire - his last job had been in a gay bar in the Village and he was used to people wearing weird outfits. He looked to Chris first. "May I take your order....sir?" Chris was afraid to talk, for fear that the moment he opened his mouth, all that would come out would be moans of pleasure. Jack just kept on stroking, that big grin on her face. As if she could read Chris' mind, she spoke up and ordered for the both of them. Finally, Chris couldn't take it anymore, and he came. He had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming out. Jack was pleased. "You see, Chrissie, it's all about power. I have the power to stimulate you, and you're powerless to do anything but react. But you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" "Yeah. Is there something wrong with me?" Jack laughed. "Chrissie, honey, there's not a damn thing wrong with you. Let me ask you: do you usually enjoy sex?" "It's alright, I guess, but it's never really lived up to my expectations." "That's because you like to be passive - you want someone else to be in control, and most women aren't used to that. You want someone else to be the agressor. I could tell that the minute I walked into that bar - you would've just sat there all night and never got the nerve up to ask anyone out if I hadn't come up to you." "You're probably right." Jack smiled. "I know I'm right. And, you know, all of a sudden I'm not really in the mood to eat. Are you?" "Not if you would rather do what I think you want to do." "But of course, my dear! Grab your purse, Chrissie - let's blow this pop stand." * * * * * * They got back to Jack's place about a half hour later. Jack put on some Barry White to set a mood, and Chris just stared at her. "So, what do we do now?" he asked. Jack gave him a long, hard kiss and smiled. "Just relax, Chrissie, and let Jack take care of everything." She took his hand and led him into the bedroom, then gently pushed him onto the bed. Chris started to undress, but Jack stopped him. "That would spoil the mood, Chrissie. With these clothes off, we're just like any other 'normal' couple, and that's just dull." "Yeah," said Chris, "but it's gonna be kind of awkward making love with our clothes on." "Don't worry, honey, I've been doing this for a long time. Would you care to dance first?" Chris said yes, and they moved close together and swayed to the music. Jack led, of course, and as they danced, she started to kiss him on the neck, on his cheek, on his arms, everywhere. "Chrissie, you are about the prettiest thing I've ever seen," she said as she held him close to her heaving bosom. "Why Jack, y'all do say the sweetest things!" said Chris, who was finally starting to get into all this role playing. It was so much easier for him to act the part of the passive female and not have to worry about being in charge of everything. They continued to dance, until Jack could feel Chris' penis, warm and hard, pressing against her stomach. "Chrissie, is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" "Both." "Good. I think we're ready." She reached her hands behind Chris and unzipped his skirt, then pushed it and his panties down around his ankles. She lifted him up so that his legs were wrapped around her waist and carried him over to the bed, where she deposited him roughly. Then she unbuckled her trousers, and pushed them and her boxers down. Chris could see that her pubic hair was glistening - apparently, he wasn't the only one to have already orgasmed this evening. She whispered into his ear for him to just lay back and let her do all the work, then she climbed on top of his manhood and slowly slid up and down on it. They were both gyrating to the beat of the Barry White music, and Chris wanted to orgasm so badly that it hurt. He wanted to tell Jack to stop, to tell her to get off so he could relax, but he couldn't bring himself to give her orders. She began to scream in ecstacy. They both achieved climax at the same moment and screamed out in unison. Jack had been right: this was the most incredible sex he had ever had in his life. Even more amazing was the fact that he didn't lose his erection right away, as he usually did. Jack wouldn't let him - the minute they orgasmed, she climbed off of him and began stroking his penis again to keep it from becoming flaccid. Chris felt like his erection was going to burst through the skin of his penis if he kept it much longer, but he wanted to keep on going. They kept this up for several hours, until Jack was totally satisfied. Sometimes the sex hurt so much that Chris wanted to scream out in pain, but Jack wouldn't let him - she would always lean in and kiss him, or bite him on the lip, or force him to bite down on her tie. Finally, after hours of climax after climax, both passed out from exhaustion. When Chris woke up hours later, he discovered that he was wearing a frilly pink nightgown. He looked over at Jack, who was lying asleep in a pair of silk men's pajamas. Apparently, Jack wasn't totally dependent on the men in her life for wardrobe - or else, she just took what she liked from past boyrfriends and kept it. Chris usually slept in the nude, but he felt warm and safe in the nightgown, so he decided to keep it on. He leaned over and kissed Jack on the cheek and went back to bed. * * * * * * The next morning, when Chris woke up, he saw a new men's suit draped over the chair next to the bed with a note attached that read: "Chrissie, I have a few extra lying around. I wouldn't want you to go to work wearing yesterday's outfit." He got dressed and walked to the kitchen. Jack was wearing a flowery cotton dress. It was almost a shock to see her wearing women's clothes again - last night had been such an incredible new experience that it seemed like forever since they'd met. "So," asked Jack, "are you much of a cook?" "No, sorry." "That's okay, neither am I. We can have cereal." So they started to chow down. Chris kept staring at Jack - it just seemed unnatural to see her in anything but men's clothing at this point. Jack seemed to read his mind. "In the daytime, I've gotta stick to certain conventions. My boss is so old-fashioned that he'd probably have a heart attack if I came to work wearing women's slacks. Besides, it makes it more erotic when I get changed at night." "Speaking of which," asked Chris, "what would you like to do tonight?" "Well, I was thinking of going to the opera. It's been a while since I've gotten to wear my top hat and tails - they make me look like Marlene Dietrich. And I have a beaded gown that you would look stunning in." Chris laughed. It had been one day and already he was used to the idea of wearing women's clothes at night. "Am I gonna have to shave my legs?" he asked with a smile on his face. "Well, of course you will - it's slit from here to Timbuktu! Don't worry - we'll make it a part of foreplay," said Jack, and Chris could tell she was serious. He was looking forward to it. "Jack, this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Jack leaned over and kissed him, then started to unbutton his clothes. Chris knew that he was gonna be late for work, especially if he had to change clothes twice. Then again, he wondered what his boss would think if he showed up wearing that floral dress.... _ The End_