"Why would boys want to wear women's clothing?" you say outloud.
"Why not? Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?" A young woman behind you answers with a smile. You turn to face her and notice only her exquisite beauty. You shake your head trying to figure out just what the conversation was about.
"Wondered what it would be like?" you repeat rather mechanically as you swim in her big sparkly blue eyes.
"Being a girl who gets to wear all of the fantastic things that boys are forbidden to wear; why look at what you are wearing now, dirty smelly trousers, and a ragged old plain shirt. No offense, but that's what all you boys ever seem to wear, while a girl can wear all this and have so much more fun doing it."
You look around and see many colorful dress, skirts, blouses, and so many more things that you almost start to see the woman's point. You look down at your own clothes and begin to feel cheated somehow.
"Here try this little thing on for size and if you are not happy with…oh, what am I saying? You'll end up being happy with it regardless of how you feel now."
You take take the dress along with a bra, panty, hose, and slippers.