Peter sat in the laundromat, skimming through a two-year-old copy of Ladies Home Journal that he'd found. He was halfway through a "riveting" article detailing cheaper alternatives to dry-cleaning draperies when his dryer buzzed loudly, alerting him to empty it. By sheer force of habit, he glanced around before he dumped the contents of the dryer onto the folding table. Only the disinterested attendant — a twenty-somethin...

Steffie visited the laundromat each week for the next several months. Each time she wore the pilfered lingerie Ty provided and each time she sucked a creamy load from his cock and was thoroughly fucked (not necessarily in that order!). She stripped off the lingerie at the end of each session, only to find a new set waiting for her in her laundry basket when she returned to her apartment. The lingerie was always nothing sh...

Peter had made it a point to call the laundromat a few days after his encounter. He'd asked to speak to the manager and told her that he wanted to thank the attendant who had been on duty that night. His name, he discovered, was Tyler. Peter came into the laundromat that next week on the same night, slightly earlier than the last time. A handful of others were there, but it wasn't crowded. It was warm inside and Peter tho...

Steffie was more comfortable entering the laundromat this week to wash her "unmentionables." True, Tyler had given her a sore throat last week and was going to make sitting down a new experience for her this week, but she was looking forward to it. Tonight she would pass the final hurdle to womanhood and become a complete sissy. She wasn't thinking of herself as Peter tonight at all. She'd even gone to the trouble of buyi...

Steffie drew more looks than she was used to when she walked into the Laundromat. But then again, she'd never really visited the Laundromat as Steffie before tonight. She had deliberated long and hard about what to wear tonight. She had finally decided to go with a sleeveless crepe coatdress. It was mauve (almost the same color as the panties she'd worn that first fateful night!) with a v-neck and tank straps. Princess se...