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... drunch on the way home. (Drunch is slang for the meal between lunch and dinner) I ate well and watched TV. I was going to wait until it was dark in the evening before starting the process. But, I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted the longest time I could to enjoy myself. I made sure the answer machine was on and all the doors were locked. Finally, the time was here. I gathered my restroom materials and started a hot bath. Stripped, I sank into the tub. The feeling of warm water all over my body was an enormous pleasure. I soaked for a few minutes before beginning. I wanted to savor every part of the experience. I applied the cream to my left leg. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I took a stroke, then two. I repeated the process until both legs were shaved. To make it as smooth as possible, I shaved both legs once more in case I missed any spots. I didn't bother washing the rest of my body because that would be next. I dried myself off and went to the shower. I turned it on and washed myself off making sure I washed away any lingering leg hairs. I washed the rest of my body until I was squeaky clean. Next, I headed back towards my room. I closed the door out and opened my closet. I moved the hanging clothes aside and looked for the hallow space in the back. I found it and opened the door revealing my treasures. I selected what I wanted to wear tonight and placed the garments on my bed. Then, I rubbed lotion over my legs to keep them moisturized and delay the hair ...

... growth. If I was lucky, I might not have to shave again this break. Still, shaving was relaxing and set my mind at ease. I selected my white, silk panties to slip on first. The silky, wet feeling of the smooth fabric created a tightening my loins. I could have released right there. It would ruin the rest of the night, and I told myself I was going to wait until bedtime before I took care of it. Following the panties, I slid on a pair of tan pantyhose. The cool, downy fabric massaged my smooth skin and sent electric signals through out my body and back to my loins. I couldn't get over the feeling of silky pantyhose gliding across my smooth legs. I chose a lacey, under wire bra to wear. I slid on the straps and hooked the back with skilled expertise. I found my box, which contained my breasts, and carefully lifted them out. I took great care of my breast forms because $200 is a lot of money. Anyway, I slid my breasts into the cups and adjusted them to my satisfaction. I don't know why, but I loved the feel of the jiggling entities being pressed against my body by a tight bra. Now, came the actual clothing. I had ordered it offline even though I could probably have found the same type of outfit at a local thrift shop. Fortunately, I had the money and it was on sale anyway so I decided to go for it. It was a brand new green and black plaid skirt, size 6, with a small blouse to go along with it. The uniform also came with a pair of Mary Jane look-a-like shoes and white knee high socks. ...