Cross-Dressing For My Co-Worker

I'm Samuel, 30, and I've been working with Bobby for a few weeks. I look up to him. I respect him. And, despite there being twenty years between us, I'm beginning to think of him as a friend. But that all changes the moment I wake up in his bed after an evening of heavy drinking. In fact, I'm having a complete blackout from about 10pm. Bobby remembers everything. MORE than everything! He's found out things about me no one else knows - my secrets and my fantasies too. I thought the worst was when he said I told him I've always wanted to be a girl for a handsome, older man. I haven't denied it. I can't. I just turn bright red with embarrassment. Then he pulls the duvet back from my body and tells me, "There's no need to be shy... Samantha."I look down to see myself changed out of my male underwear and into sexy female lingerie. Oh my God, what does he want now?I don't know if I'm more frightened or excited to find out.