She bought a new lingerie set as a surprise for his birthday. It was red and lacey. The thong had ruffled edges around the front, and the bra had lacey mesh cups. She wanted to make this a special night for him.

He had recently shared one of his favorite fantasies with her. It was one of those kinky ideas that were probably better left as a fantasy, but she was the bold risk taker in the relationship. She wasn’t afraid of occasionally crossing the line, and decided this was a good opportunity to turn his fantasy into a reality. She made dinner reservations at their favorite restaurant, to be followed by a walk through town.

She took a shower first, so that she could be wearing her new lingerie when he got out of his shower.

“Wow!” He said walking into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “You look stunning.”

She raised her arms and gyrated side to side as she slowly turned around. He walked up to her and put his hands on her hips, pulling her into him. Their kiss was wet and aggressive.

“I have a special birthday surprise for you.” She said, now that she had his complete attention. “Tonight, for dinner, you are going to be wearing this.” She hooked a thumb into her bra strap and snapped it.

His sexy smile quickly shifted to nervous concern.

“I know you’ve been fantasizing about it, and tonight you get to do it for real.”

She peeled off his towel, stepped out of her thong, and passed it to him. He slowly, but obediently, pulled it up. His semi erection required folding slightly to pack into the small lacey triangle. He was a dizzying mixture of excited and scared.

She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and dropped it forward. Normally he would have been focused on her beautiful hanging breasts, but now he just stared at the empty bra. She held it up and helped him into it, fastening the hooks behind his back. She stepped back and admired her sexy man, wearing sexy red lingerie. He had a worried puppy dog look on his face, but the bulge in his panties told a different story. She slipped on her little black dress and stood next to him in front of their full length mirror. She in a dress with no bra or panties, he in just a bra and panties.

“I think we look great.” She said, “Although, you are going to need to put on a shirt and pants.” She gave him a playful swat on his exposed ass cheek. “Now, choose something nice.”

He made sure to pick dark pants with fabric thick enough to hide the red. He chose a loose fitting shirt to avoid showing the straps hidden underneath. He checked his profile in the mirror. As long as he kept his arms slightly forward the cups of his bra were not noticeable.

When they got into the car she opened her purse and removed a travel pack of tissues. She plucked two tissues out and handed them to him.

“Now, you crumple these up, reach under your shirt, and tuck one into each of your cups.”

His eyes widened. He took the tissues and hesitantly did as she had instructed. Looking down at his chest, he pressed his palms against his shirt trying to flatten his situation. Luckily a single tissue was hardly noticeable. She drove them to the restaurant with a big grin on her face, while he quietly worried about his secret being discovered.

When they arrived at the parking lot she handed him two more tissues. Then after they were seated she handed him two more. This was repeated after they ordered, after food arrived, when their glasses were refilled, and when the check came. He was aware that the growing mounds under his shirt were no longer hidden. Sitting at the table and leaning forward had provided some cover, but when he stood to leave they were clearly pushing out against his shirt. He left the restaurant quickly and found some comfort in the dim evening street lights.

He was relieved when she pulled out the last two tissues of the pack. He discreetly reached up under the front of his shirt and added them to his large collection. She embraced him and they kissed, their breasts pressed firmly together.

They held hands as they walked down the sidewalk. The men they encountered were oblivious to his blossoming secret as their eyes were drawn to her tight little dress. The women, however, let their gaze linger on his body a bit more than usual. They studied his bust, raised their eyebrows, and flashed him a knowing smile as they passed. His nerves eased a bit, and he found a growing pleasure in his new curvey silhouette.

“You appear to have made a few friends out here tonight.” She said to him, in a teasing, but loving voice.

“I guess they like seeing a guy with a few curves.” He answered, sounding confident and proud for the first time this evening.

“Yes, either that, or they were amused by the wet spot on the front of your pants.”

He looked down in embarrassment. His excitement about the situation had soaked through both layers of fabric, calling even more attention to the very obvious bulge in his trousers.