It was one big pile of satin, lace and sparkles. She slipped a pair of satin white pumps on my feet to top it all off and told me to wait in the bedr...oom till she called me. So this is where I am now sitting in my bedroom with my wife's wedding dress on and wondering what she has in store for me. As I sit and wait I start to enjoy what I am dressed in. I feel the way the satin dress rubs on my nylon covered legs. The way the satin bra rubs on my sensitive nipples. The way my cock feels in. They're not really used to someone, dressed like, well..." I trailed off, at a loss for words as I analyzed Carlie's extremely feminine body."Maybe you're right," she chuckled, running her hands up the inside of her thighs. "This isn't exactly family friendly is it? I'll tell you though, it sure makes hitchhiking easier."I took a deep breath. Why was I so flustered and panicked? What was I so nervous about? I couldn't take my eyes off her. Unfortunately, she noticed."See something you like?". Over his bed, a dark spot manifested in the air. It increased quickly in size until it appeared to be a black hole, filled with roiling dark mist at least three feet in diameter. Suddenly the mist took the form of a man. He had no features, no clear outline, but he radiated evil in a way that I'd never conceived.The dying man on the bed began to scream, "NO!!" and cursing with words that made my ears burn. Then there were hands reaching out to the dying man, seemingly from thin air, clutching,. "Perfume...Debbie?" asked Karen."I never want to be without a spray of pretty perfume," repliedJim....or...was it Debbie who was now actually replying Karen thought."So" continued Karen "We have established the following. Your name isDebbie. You are a girly-girl of a girl. You love wearing skyscraperheels...tight, constricting foundationwear... hosiery... hot-pants...skirts...dresses... make-up and perfume. Am I correct so far?"Karen's question jolted Jim from what had been his brief feminine.