Matt Hardy picked up the pile of fresh laundry and headed for his brother's bedroom, easily stepping over the various things strewn over the floor. He shook his head at the disorganized mess. He didn't bother to pick up anything, he'd do that once Jeff left the next day for his trip to Orlando. "Speaking of which, I had better get started packin' for him," Matt spoke aloud. He set the clean clothes on the bed and walked over to grab the luggage from the closet, pushing aside dozens of shirts to reach them. He carried them to the bed to fill them up with what Jeff would need to take with him. Jeff's habit of procrastination usually left him little time to do the task himself, hurrying around at the last minute and trying to cram everything into one bag and he always forgot something.

Matt moved around the room efficiently, pulling out what he figured Jeff would want to take with him. He already had some jeans and the Kik-Wear pants washed and ready to be packed. "Now, shirts," he murmured, going back to the closet. Pulling several from the hangers, he set the sheer fishnets shirts and ripped, tight t-shirts on the bed, turning to the dresser for the white tank tops that Jeff wore constantly. He tossed them on the stack with the rest. Opening the third drawer he reached in for socks and underwear for his brother. He felt a smile grace his lips at the sexy, colorful array of thongs and bikinis that his baby brother owned. Matt pulled out a couple pairs and some socks, adding them to the pile on the bed.

"Okay, pants, shoes, socks, shirts, what else?" he asked himself, knowing that he was missing something. "Hosiery!" he said suddenly, going back to the dresser. He opened the appropriate drawer, getting out the accessories that Jeff wore on his arms in the ring. He was about to shut the drawer again when something white tucked underneath some t-shirts caught his eye. Matt set down the arm bands and reached for the hidden item. The soft, silky fabric slid against his palms as he pulled it out.

"So that's where he put them," Matt chuckled as he held up the white stockings and garter belt that Jeff had worn with the nurse's uniform that he'd gotten as a surprise for his brother. Matt inhaled sharply at the erotic image of Jeff dressed in the sexy, feminine clothing. Matt had nearly cum in his shorts at the sight of his lover dressed so provocatively that night. The same image was having the exact effect on him now as he smoothed his fingers over the lacy fabric, shivering despite the warm temperature inside the house.

Jeff's penchant for wanting to please his brother and the lengths he would go to in order to do that sometimes amazed and aroused Matt beyond comprehension. His baby had looked sexier than hell in the sheer stockings, making Matt wonder briefly what they'd look like on himself. Matt, in return, made sure that Jeff knew how much he appreciated and loved his efforts. Wearing sexy outfits was just one of the many things Jeff did for him. Matt, though, was not as brazen as his younger sibling. He usually dressed in what ever was comfortable, not taking too much effort with his wardrobe.

Matt was suddenly struck with a rather... intriguing idea. What would Jeff's reaction be if he dared to put on something so daring? What he like it? Would he react the way Matt did? Or would he laugh at Matt's attempt at seduction? No, he knew Jeff definitely wouldn't laugh. But did Matt really have the guts to go thru with it...? The more Matt thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. Dressing up for Jeff, makin' himself "pretty" for his lover, was starting to turn him on.

"Ah, what the hell..." Matt set the undergarments down on the bed, wandering back to the closet. He started rifling thru the clothes hanging there, searching for something that was sexy, but would fit him. He came across the short white dress that had served as the nurse's uniform, but quickly passed on it. Jeff was much leaner than him and he doubted he would be able to get it over his chest, let alone his broader hips. Several other items were passed over also until he came to what he thought would work. He pulled out the short, black shirt and set it on the bed, returning to get one of Jeff's bigger dress shirts.

He bit his lip nervously, wondering if he could pull off what he wanted to do. He knew how much he liked it when Jeff dressed like that for him and he was curious to find out if it would have the same effect if he did it for Jeff. He pushed aside the little doubts that were setting in and took a pair of the white thongs from the pile on the bed, heading for the bathroom. He knew Jeff was out in his studio, working on his music and would be occupied for quite awhile. Hopefully long enough for him to get ready.

Matt set the underwear on the counter and got a towel from the shelf. He'd decided to take a shower first, partly to calm his nerves. He undressed quickly, throwing his clothes in the hamper. He caught a glimpse of his reflection and turned to look in the mirror that hung over the sink, taking in the sight of his tanned, muscular body. Was he actually going to do this? Dress in women's clothes to seduce his lover? He took a critical glance at his body, hoping he wouldn't look too ridiculous in the frilly lingerie. His eyes shifted down to his legs. His rather hairy legs. "Should I?" he questioned himself, reaching for the electric razor laying by the sink. Jeff was constantly shaving most of his body hair off. The smooth, silky skin was always a delight to Matt, who thrilled in the feel of Jeff's hairless flesh beneath his hands and lips. Before he could lose his nerve he grabbed the razor and set to work.

Fresh from his shower, Matt stood in front of the mirror again. He ran the towel down his muscled chest, sliding down the silky skin to remove the water that lingered there. Once done, he ran it over his dark, curly hair. He'd been worried at first when he'd cut off his long tresses, but the result had been better than he'd hoped. The shorter locks now rested at the top of his shoulders, curling against his neck. After he'd gotten it done, he'd stopped by Jeff's to spend some time with him and to see what he thought of his new look. Jeff had loved his haircut, spending hours just sifting his fingers thru the dark, silky strands.

Matt combed out the wet tangle and decided to leave his hair to dry naturally, not bothering to pull it back in a tie. After slipping the white thong up his freshly shaved legs, he picked up the peach scented lotion that Jeff swore by and carried it with him to the bedroom. He pushed aside the clothes he had been setting out to pack for Jeff and sat down on the large bed. He smoothed on the sweet smelling lotion, enjoying the feel of his own hands sliding over his skin. The fading light pouring thru the curtains picked up the glitter in the lotion, making Matt's dark skin shine. He quickly covered his now hairless legs and set the bottle aside. He picked up the stockings and set about slowly and carefully putting them on. It took him several minutes to get both on, but once he did, he felt strangely erotic in the sheer nylons. He ran a hand down his leg, liking the new sensation. Next came the garter belt. He was pleased to see that the waist of it was elastic as he reached behind him to fasten it. It was a snug fit but not uncomfortable. He fastened the stockings to it and stood up to put on the skirt.

The black cotton fabric flared out at the bottom and barely reached mid-thigh. Next, he pulled on the button-down shirt, choosing to tie it to expose his abdomen and leaving the rest unbuttoned. He strode back into the bathroom to get a look at his appearance, surprised at what showed there. His dark hair curled around him, the black shirt setting off his features. He looked down, grinning at the sight of his thighs encased in the silk stockings. "Not bad, Matt," he stated to himself. "Not bad at all." He turned in the mirror and slid his hands down his backside. The short skirt covered his ass and not much else. Pleased with his efforts, he splashed on some of Jeff's cologne and left the room. He ventured back into Jeff's room to get a pair of shoes, choosing the clunky black boots that went well with what he had on.

"Okay, this is it,' he stated firmly, standing up and heading out of the bedroom. It took him few steps to get steady on his feet on the platform shoes, but by the time he got to the door leading outside he felt more confident about what he was doing.

Stepping outside, he gasped at the slight chill in the Carolina air. The light breeze ruffled his skirt and teased at his silk-covered thighs. He quickly made his way over to the small trailer that Jeff had converted into a studio, pausing at the door to tug at the short hemline. He could hear a low, haunting beat coming from inside. He sent up a silent prayer to whoever might be listening, hoping that he wouldn't be making a total fool of himself by doing this for Jeff. With a deep, calming breath, he knocked on the door and waited for Jeff to invite him in.