Jamie’s Gradual Grooming, Part 3a

I gradually woke up from a deep and warm sleep. My slow awakening became very sudden as I came to two realisations. One, I was wearing underwear from the night before and two, they were wet! I quickly pulled the duvet up and over my head, as if lots of people were watching. I slowly put my hands into my panties and felt a warm liquid all over them, I’d had a wet dream. Straight away I tried to think about what I had dreamt, but I couldn’t recall. I wondered what Mike would say and what he would think, what did I think? Did I cum because of what I was wearing? I tried to snap out of it by running and jumping into the shower, I needed to remove any evidence and go down for breakfast. I quickly washed and took care to wash my new underwear in order to leave nothing behind. As I dried off I looked around my room for my one set of clothes. I remembered taking them off the night before to put on my new underwear but couldn’t see them anywhere. I put on an old dressing gown and went down for breakfast. I called to Mike as I got to the bottom of the stairs, wondering what he would say about the night before, would he want to pick up where he left off? Would I want him to? Was that why I had a wet dream? Mike didn’t bahis şirketleri respond. I looked in the garage and the garden but he wasn’t there either. Again my mind started to race, had I taken things too far the night before? Had I upset him? I then noticed a note attached to a magnet on the fridge. “Morning Jamie, sorry I am not there to see you this morning, I have had to go out on some urgent business but will be back mid afternoon. I hope you will forgive me but I have binned your clothes as they were looking very worn out. I know we do not have any clothes for you in the house, but I am sure you can think of something until we get to the shops. I look forward to seeing you later today, Mike” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry, I now had no clothes in the world other than the underwear Mike gave me last night and I couldn’t go anywhere in that. What did Mike mean when he said “I am sure you can think of something”? Was he referring to me dressing up more? I was tempted! What if I was totally wrong? I sat down and had some breakfast, all the time I thought about what Mike had meant, rereading his note and trying to figure out what I should do. Mike wasn’t back until later today so if I had bahis firmaları a look in Phillippa’s room, he wouldn’t know and I wouldn’t be embarrassed. I didn’t have anything to lose, I thought, and I was bored already and slightly turned on after last night’s adventure. I ran up the stairs like a kid playing hide and seek and quickly moved towards Phillippa’s room. I stopped dead before it, I felt like if I entered there, there was no going back, but I quickly assured myself that that was silly and I was purely entertaining myself in a big empty house. As I opened the door, a number of familiar smells drifted out of the room. Happy childhood memories and experiences came flooding back. I instantly felt guilt as this wasn’t my room and nothing in it was mine either. I walked further into the room, it was just how I remembered it, but there was something different but equally familiar. Another note, identical to the one on the fridge, lay on the bed, it had my name on it. “Jamie, if you are reading this then you have decided to explore dressing up further, I knew you would and am delighted. I also knew that you would feel guilty dressing in Phillippa’s clothes and if I am honest. I would feel guilty looking kaçak bahis siteleri at you in them, too. So, I have brought a few outfits and items that will fit you and will be yours if you chose to wear them. There is no pressure to wear these things and if you do not enjoy it then we can go shopping for boys clothes tomorrow. Have fun and I can’t wait to see you at 2pm in the living room, love Mike.” I was in a state of shock, Mike was two steps ahead of me and it felt good. I instantly felt safe and all my anxieties about dressing up were gone. If I enjoyed it, great, if not it didn’t matter. Similar to my present the night before I was like a kid at Christmas, I wanted to see what Mike had got for me. There were three outfits in the wardrobe as well as some shoes, make up and a further black box that looked interesting. I decided to try on the skin tight pink dress, I don’t know what it is called in the shops, but I will describe it. It was baby pink, skin tight and stretchy, it had straps over my shoulders that were thin and a slit at the front that would show my boobs if I had any, it ended just below my rib cage. The bottom of the dress just covered my bottom, but it felt good and fitted me well. I was already thinking like a women as I popped back to my room to slip on my new underwear! It was 12 on and Mike would be home in two hours, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt I looked good but I didn’t look like a real girl yet.