It was Saturday morning and he found himself once again in a group of men, out of town and facing a residential weekend. After a short while in the workshop he began to relish the fanta- sies that were being bandied around by other group members. These ideas fuelled his own deep seated fantasies and made a delightful frisson for Jim. Still, he was led by a certain for- mality and he began very slowly in the dressing up phase of the workshop to play with these ideas. He took his own waistcoat from his battered old leather holdall - this formal and drab waistcoat he now chose to use as his first dressing up tool. But first of course he had to un- dress, at least his top half. He stood for a while unable to summon the confidence to take off his checked shirt and his vest, but then as others began at varying speeds to disrobe, he thought he may as well join in; after all, he was here to push himself. He felt the chill of the room glide over the surface of his torso mixed with some warm glances from his fellow par- ticipants. This encouraged him in the game, the play acting, and he felt an excitement both in his inner child buried deep inside him and from a certain sensual and playful feeling evoked by being semi-naked with a group of other men. Now he swung the waistcoat around his shoulders raising his arms and exposing his delicious armpit hairs, slightly unkempt and natural. He smelt his own musky scent, perhaps amplified by the slight tension in the room and being surrounded by these new men. Once the waistcoat was on, his thoughts shifted to what this exercise was all about i.e. to play with his own self-image and to develop new per- sonas, ones he could be excited by and develop a relationship with.
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