I rarely let people know about my cross dressing, but I do have some close friends and family who know about my tastes in clothing. But even less know about my wet and slightly messy tendencies. One such friend is a lady I met several years ago through a chat room completely unrelated to anything of this sort. This is a story from several years ago.

Over time we opened up and became quite familiar with our ins and outs, interests, passions, and eventually our taste in men and women. Around this time I had mentioned quite casually that I love womens fashions and the many different styles, fabrics and designs involved. She was a bit surprised about my interest in what she herself had a fondness for, and soon after I explained that I had a passion for dressing up quite feminine and cute in private. It was a huge revelation for me in terms of opening up to her, and even more so that she was quite pleased by my confession of a feminine side to my persona.

Soon we were sharing purchase ideas and giving recommendations to each other, and a couple of years passed before I casually brought up the idea of getting into the bath fully dressed, originally I passed it as a way to cool down in the summer, but when she asked if this also applied to my female fashion I didn't deny the fact I was inclined to soak that as well.

She ended up wanting to understand what I found so exciting and special about it and I took the detail to explain the feel of fabrics when wet, the equal naughtiness and decadence of soaking a nice outfit and ensemble without a care in the world, and the fact that I seemed to do it on a semi-regular basis. She seemed to be getting an understanding of it, which did make me feel confident about the fact I brought it up at the time. But then the moment took a twist I didn't expect.

Spur of the moment, she asked if I would mind getting soaked for her, and also asked meekly if I could take photos for her to see exactly what the fuss was about. Now at first I was a bit against it because as much as we were fond of each other as close friends, I wasn't sure if I wanted to leak these out in case something negative happened. She assured me quite sweetly that I wouldn't have to show anything I didn't want to, and that she would keep everything private and anonymous to just herself and I. Seeing her response and curiousity ended up persuading me, which she thanked me profusely for.

I wasn't sure what to wear exactly, and we ended up discussing in detail what would be best, her inquiring what I had and me replying with what options were available. It was at this point she remembered the fact I owned a few ball gowns of various styles and expense, and asked for descriptions of these.

She eventually settled on a dark red taffeta gown from my collection, which underneath had several petticoats and netting to keep it fluffy. The bodice was boned with sequins adorning the front of it held up with spaghetti straps, and a cute red bow sat at the back waistline below the zip. This choice naturally got me quite turned on as I had not yet decided to soak this gown and wasn't planning on it for some time. It had cost me several hundred dollars only five months ago and despite the cost the thought of soaking it made me quite giddy as we continued to discuss what else to wear.

To go over the bodice we agreed on a silk bolero style jacket to cover my shoulders, and she asked if I could wear some pretty jewelry since this, as it was turning out, was going to be quite a formal affair.

At first she didn't even think about what to wear underneath, but I brought up that I couldn't in good conscious dress up in such a lovely gown without the proper underthings. She felt a little embarrassed about this as she herself had never really worn really formal underwear and didn't have a gauge for what I should select. I told her not to worry and made appropriate choices which included a silk basque with matching ivory stockings to attach to it, and a pair of silk lace panties.

Underwear sorted we turned the attention to shoes, and she outright asked what was the most expensive pair I owned. I think the only reason she asked this was in jest to bring some humor to the affair but I decided to give her a deliberate response. I mentioned a pair of black leather Jimmy Choo heels I had gotten once with part of the money i got from a performance bonus at work, they had cost me a good seven hundred dollars at the time and I blanched a little when she said that they would be perfect for such a lovely dress. Internally I sighed a little but the thrill igniting in me pushed forward with this choice.

She had assumed at this point that the choices were done and I had to interrupt her before she egged me further towards the bath that an outfit like this wouldn't be complete without a handbag along with it. She was laughing at this point in the messages and said that if I wanted a bag too then go get one as she wanted me to be as happy as she was. Sorting through my nicer bags I chose a dark red DKNY leather shoulder bag with a golden chain, into which I slipped some of my best makeup, my wallet from my coat pocket, pocket note diary, keys, and in a moment of lucidity my smartphone that I had at the time (a Galaxy S4). This was probably not the best idea but the thought of destroying my phone along with all the excitement and arousal I was experiencing at that moment pushed me over the edge.

I then went to work and got fully dressed. Basque, panties, stockings, taffeta ball gown, jacket, heels, added my earrings, a gold necklace, a small gold bracelet, and a gold dress watch with a leather strap. Picking up my handbag I grabbed my Nikon camera and made my way to the bathroom.

I entered the room, heels clicking on the floor and my gown rustling with every step as the skirts and petticoats rustled around my silky legs. Setting the purse down I plugged the tub and decided what bath essentials to add to make it even more extravagant an experience. Feeling a little giddy I grabbed two bath bombs infused with vanilla cinnamon tea and dropped them into the bath before turning on the hot water. My head was a daze by this point but all the anticipation and pressure to please my friend was making me quite peaky.

As the bath filled the water took on a slightly orange colour, the bath bombs working their magic. These ones didn't create any bubbles but the warm tea scent they provided was exquisite. Soon enough the water was nearing the shutoff point. The excitement was nearly maxed for me, but I knew even more pleasure was about to happen. I took my camera and snapped a photo in the mirror of my dry self, as well as a photo of the bath filled with the ever increasing orange tinted water.

I lifted my skirts and petticoats to take a look at my soft black leather heels and almost couldn't step into the bath for a few moments, but then with a hint of determination I lifted my left leg, hearing the skirts rustle audibly as I lowered my foot into the bath water filling the shoe. My foot made a sucking sound as I wiggled my toes around and felt the relaxing hot water. I quickly raised my other foot and lowered it in with a slight splash, the tea infused water splashing a little onto my petticoats. I snapped a photo of the submerged heels before putting the camera on the side of the bath.

Standing in the water I dropped my skirts and let them rest on the surface. The taffeta darkened quite visibly as it absorbed the water, my eyes glazed over slightly as I realized what I was doing, and about to do. At that moment I forgot that my handbag was sitting next to the bath, so I picked it up and without even thinking about the consequences dropped it into the bath with a splash. The handbag shone quite nicely as the tea infused water slowly soaked the pristine leather, and it floated quite well on the surface. I stared at it for a bit expecting it to sink but it stayed floating on top so I decided to just prepare to sit down in the bath.

With my heart ready to skip a beat I gently lowered myself onto my knees, feeling the skirts swish against my legs as I lowered myself into the warmth. The dress balooned slightly in the front and back as I did so, but soon I was sitting on the bottom of the tub with layers of frothy skirts and petticoats surrounding me in the water, some submerged and soaked, others poking up dry. The movement in the bath had jostled my handbag a bit but it surprisingly was still quite buoyant in the water.

I then took my camera and took an overhead shot of both my floating purse, and my ball gown which at this point was now past the point of no return. The soothing scent of vanilla and cinnamon permeated my senses as I looked around at all the finery that sat in the bath at this moment. I figured there was approximately a couple thousand dollars of clothing shoes and accessories sitting in this hot bath at that very moment, and this nearly made me cum where I lay, but I managed to control it. I still had more fun coming.

Laying back in the bath my bodice quickly became drenched, and I could hear drops of water from my now wet earrings on the surface as I gently played with my voluminous layers of skirts and petticoats, quite giddy and oblivious to the rest of the world. The basque and stockings were feeling quite restrictive and tight by this point but that only helped to heighten my arousal. I lay there for quite a while just soaking in the water while my clothing swirled around, fiddling my stockinged toes in my now rather soggy Jimmy Choos. I was quite happy.

Soon I lifted my head to look around and noticed my handbag was now on its side, partially submerged in the bath. I sat up with a rush of water, the bag jostling around as I moved before I opened it and took out a lipstick and mirror. While drenched I applied some makeup to my lips, quite turned on by the situation of doing so while everything was drenched and rather tatty. I took a photo of me applying the makeup with a small wink to the camera for a little spice before taking a photo of the contents of my purse.

Satisfied my lips were taken care of I simply dropped the lipstick and mirror in the bath with a small splash before I rummaged through the handbag. Seeing my now destroyed phone half submerged inside surrounded by my soaked wallet and runny makeup gave me such a rush that I simply dropped the bag in the water and started to fondle myself, handfuls of skirts gliding against my stockings as i jostled around with the water sloshing side to side.

Soon I was in a smooth rhythm of strokes as I rubbed my crotch with the silky skirts and petticoats, the other hand underneath my soggy bolero jacket and rubbing the gown against my chest. All the thoughts of what I was doing, the lady pushing for me to make this happen, all the soggy ruin around me floating in the tea infused water led me to an incredible orgasm.

Water splashed heavily out of the bath and onto the floor and I could see that my stockings were starting to run heavily with my heels knocking against the bathtub as I came. The waves of ecstasy crashed over me as I lay exhausted and spent in the warm water.

The cleanup took -ages- and despite my best efforts the heels were still quite worse for wear afterwards. The handbag made out fine, save for quite a bit of stains inside from the runny makeup. As for the ball gown, it was rather disheveled after but dried fine with minimal wear. I was quite pleased it made out fine, and would soak it several more times later in life.

My friend absolutely was ecstatic about the photos, and she herself found them quite arousing which helped me feel even better about the whole event. All in all, our friendship was closer than ever. We are still friends, and we still trade ideas for clothing as well as share our life experiences.

Writing this was quite the experience to relive all those memories, so I hope you enjoyed my memory as much as I enjoyed writing it down. Cheers!