Muttering darkly about people who couldn't finish what they started, Max suddenly stopped as he looked across the room and saw a dress that somebody had hung up to dry.
Grinning, Max skipped across the room and gently touch the dress. Seeing that it was dry, he lifted it off of the hanger it was hanging on and then, holding it up to his body, he looked at the garment, wondering how pretty he would be wearing it.
Looking at the black skirt, taking in how the top part was a white tank top, Max spun around in a circle and let out a giggle. "So pretty and just my size," Max squealed out as he gently touched the soft fabric and then, without giving it a second thought, reached down and grasping the hem, he began to pull off his shirt, wanting nothing more then to look pretty while wearing the dress that he had just found.
Nude from the waist up, Max looked at the dress and suddenly realised what it was he was about to do. But before he could talk himself out of what he was about to do, he slipped the dress on over his head, enjoying how the soft fabric felt against his skin and how it shifted so that it hugged his body in just the right manner and then the garment was on and looking down, Max twirled in place, thinking that he was really cute - thinking as he did so about tights and a type of shoes that would go with the dress and how they too would make him look pretty.
"What the hell am I doing?" Max asked himself. "Why am I feeling like this and why am I suddenly wanting to wear girl's clothes?"
Instead of answering his own question, he reached down and then, lifting the dress up, he began to pull of first his pants and then his underwear, kicking off his shoes and socks as he did so, liking how the dress felt as it gently touched his penis and testicles.
Looking down again, fiddling with the amulet that was still about his neck, Max found himself torn between liking how he was dressed and the fact that he was wearing girl's clothes and that the tip of his penis could be clearly seen poking out past the hemline of the skirt. "This is all wrong," Max told himself and then, removing the amulet, he dropped it on his clothes.
Skipping across the basement, he pulled open the dryer and then, reaching into the machine, he pulled out the some-what damp pair of underwear that he had been holding when he had been overcome with the mysterious pain earlier.
Looking at the panties, taking in the size and how small they where, Max shrugged and then pulled them on, shivering slight as the damp cloth touched his skin, amazed that they even fit.
Twirling about in place, forgetting about his own laundry and the amulet, suddenly wanting to go outside and play, Max was about to do just that when suddenly a small, feminine voice called out, "Oh. I didn't know anybody else was down here," and as Max turned about, seeing a girl of about five standing on the stairs, he suddenly found himself asking, "Do you want to play with me," as she told him, "Your dress is very pretty."