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My First Panties
(A True Story)
By Jenifer.
19/05/97
INTRODUCTION
About seven years ago I was trapped in a job that I really hated, in a finance
office with the Bitch from hell as a boss. To begin with she was nice and kind,
but as the weeks slowly turned into Months she started picking me up on little
things I did. She would critise my attire (notice I didn't say dress!) make me re-
do work which had been perfect the first time and even pick me up on my bright
and happy manner.
After two months of this, I had enough, but I didn't have the guts to walk
out or say anything to my colleagues.
Things came to a head when we had to do the financial forecasts for the
departments, in at Six each day, typing figures until Nine in the evening. No
conversation, No Breaks, just solid concentration. At least I wasn't
bored.
But, a few weeks later as the reports were signed off, a few errors were noticed,
just two: A decimal point was missed off a figure and so the report was several
pounds off, I was blamed and my life was made more hell.
With no work to do I would sit at my desk for hours, watching as every second
ticked by. The pain of watching 1pm turn into 5pm was agony.
My hours got worse and after a few weeks I had to make up the time by staying
late on my own.
Now, this wasn't such a bad thing, as I had a fax machine next to my desk.
Why is this an advantage?
Well, in the company I worked for, fax machines are not barred from any
outside lines, and I had access to all the 0891 and 0898 numbers.
Knowing myself very well, I knew the thought of dressing in feminine attire
was a great turn on, and so I would call all the TV lines I could think of. I would
draw the blind and let my cock out, and wank off like crazy.
But was the only advantage to the job, and after a while it got kinda dull.
But things were conspiring against me..
One day I was driven to a different part of the country to do some legal work.
Basically it was photocopying lots of legal documents and stamping each corner
with a number. Dull was not the word. To liven things up a bit, I started writing
the numbers on in different coloured pens and in different ways. A backwards
27, an upside down 128, even a misspelt 1076.
This did not go down well, the court case was tomorrow and the papers were the
only copies. I was driven back, told to empty my desk and was promptly
escorted out the building.
To be honest I wasn't that bothered, to have lots more free time was great. So, I
wouldn't have any money. But at least I could fall back on the dole for a bit.
A few weeks later, on what would have been payday, I walked into town and
checked my Balance, 750 pounds!
It transpired that my old Boss had felt sorry for me and arranged for me to have
two Months Pay because of Christmas. I sent her a thank you card, and decided
to blow it.
THAT MONDAY
I had wanted to get a new Television for a long time, the one I had was getting
on in years and didn't have a good picture. My friend was able to modify my
Megadrive so that I could play games full screen and a lot faster only problem
was, I needed a Scart socket on the back for it to work.
So, Armed with lots of cash I wondered into town.
I found the television I was after and after some discussion, arranged to pick it
up later that afternoon. I paid cash and was about to walk out when the assistant
handed me two tokens.
"It's a special offer" he said "Spend 100 pounds and get 20 pounds cash back"
My brain raced, what did I need that was worth 60 pounds... Nothing. Time to
go mad!!
Wondering around, trying to spend this money, I found myself in the lingerie
department.
I suffered a sort of obsessive/compulsion and knew that, amongst the soft
sensual materials there was something I would like. With 60 quid I could get
something and feel no guilt at purchasing it.
I made myself a promise. If I could do this, I could do anything. I had declared a
personal challenge.
So, I browsed through the feminine finery with the intention of buying
something for myself, my first item of lingerie.
After an age of choice, I found my heaven.
A Basque!
That wonderful item of corsetry, Nothing else would do. None of the silks or
satins would fulfil me as much as that wonderful silk creation.
As I choose my Basque, I found the one of my fantasies, the one, which I had
been dreaming of. Black and Red, with a short underskirt, four suspenders and
a lovely pair of silky panties to match. I pulled the hangar out and promptly paid
for it.
This was the moment of truth. Walking to the till with my purchases in my hand.
I played the embarrassed boyfriend.
The assistant, a kindly faced old lady didn't bat an eyelid, she simply
commented that it was "Very pretty" and put it in a bag, which promptly went
into my rucksack.
With a smile I paid for it with and asked the assistant if I could return it
"Of course" She said, "Simply give her the receipt!"
Her... I liked that. If only she knew what I was up to!
As I walked to collect my television, my cock getting huge with anticipation, I
suddenly remembered that I had forgotten the most important thing... Stockings!
How could I have been so silly to forget such an important item?
With my newfound bravery I did what I had thought impossible earlier. I walked
into the lingerie shop on the main street and asked the assistant for some "Black
Seamed Stockings" after and agonising browse through the finery, she finally
pulled out a pair.
They were lovely. It took all my will power not to stare at them.
"Thank you" I said bravely as I paid for them
"Do you know if they are for evening wear?" asked the assistant.
I made something up and fled. I think the assistant knew exactly what I was
doing. To be honest I didn't really care. I was now so confident I think I could
have changed into it on the street!
I then walked into Sainsburys and bought myself some snacks for the afternoon.
I had got a video from the local shop earlier and I always liked to stuff myself
silly.
Walking to the till, I "Happened" to wander through their lingerie department.
Thinking that the stockings I had would be for "Special" occasions I got myself
a pack of cheap everyday ones. The assistant gave me a strange look as I paid
for them but I ignored it.
I got a taxi back home, and lugged the television into my room. Yes it worked; I
had a buyer for my old Television, so I had more mad money.
After disposing of the packaging and making sure that my parents were
definitely out and not likely to back for some considerable time. I unpacked my
new underwear and admired it. I carefully found a place to stow the silky
creations and drew myself a hot bath.
Obviously I wanted to get the feel of the new clothes as intense as possible, so I
snuck into my parents room and borrowed my Mothers Ladyshave.
10 minutes later my chest, arms and legs were silky smooth. I rubbed
moisturising cream into them to get them even smoother and softer.
"But what about my cock?" I thought.
It was painful and slow progress, but eventually I had a smooth pubic area, and
a lovely soft cock and balls. The cream felt wonderful as it coldly went on my
skin, causing me the first of many erections.
At that point I decided that my cock looked so feminine that it shouldn't be called
such a nasty male name. This was my attempt to feminise myself and so I
decided to name it my 'Clittie' and when it got stiff, it was being naughty.
I got in the bath, and loved the feel of the water on my new soft skin. I rubbed
my legs, wondering what the stockings would feel like against them. With this
thought, my 'Clittie' got so stiff. I wanted to wank myself off; again I didn't
want such a crude male name for relieving myself, so I re-named it. 'Rubbing
myself to climax'. I decided to leave it till much later.
I thought of how to rub myself off. In one video I had seen, a woman
masturbated by rubbing herself through her panties, I decided my first time in
panties would be erotic and so I decided that I would do the same. The panties
WOULD NOT come off until I came in them.
I got out of the bath and carefully dried myself off. More cream on my legs,
chest and of course my Clittie and I was soft and smooth again.
I walked, naked into my room, and prepared the items on my bed.
Savouring the moment, I put on a relaxing CD and considered that this would be
my first experience of lingerie. Something I had been waiting for, for a long,
long time.
With a big smile I UN-hooked the Basque at the back and pulled it around me.
The first touch on my soft skin was electric. It seemed to stimulate every nerve
ending, as the soft material caressed every square inch of my skin. I put my
shoulders through the thin straps and placed two water filled balloons into the
cups of the Basque to give me breasts, although they were slightly Cold, I
should have used the Warm tap, they would soon warm up.
The new weight on my chest, confided securely by the Basque felt very sexy
indeed, and I am ashamed to admit that my Clittie got very stiff indeed. I allowed
myself this indiscretion as I knew the little thing was very excited.
So Was I.
At that moment, I wanted to pull my clit out and wank it really hard until I came,
not once, or twice, but hundreds of times. I squashed the thought and waited
until she was soft again.
The next item was the lovely panties. I carefully examined them before they went
on. The front was of a lacy, slightly see-through finish and the back was
composed completely of black satin. They felt so soft and sensual in my hands, I
had to put them on right at that moment.
I stepped into them, and noticed with disgust that my Clittie had gotten really
stiff again. This time, I wasn't going to stand for it, and so I put her tightly
between my legs, and pulled the panties quickly up.
I pulled them up over my hips, and smoothed them into position.
That moment will stay with me for the rest of my life. At that moment I wanted
to be a woman full time, they can experience such lovely fabric next to their
beautiful skin every day.
I don't think I actually did very much for the next 5 minutes, except stand in
amazement. I didn't care that I probably looked horrible in the lingerie, I didn't
care that it was "wrong" all I knew that these panties had transported me to a
world of soft pleasure.
I broke myself from my trance and unpacked the stockings. Not the everyday
ones, this was a special occasion and so I chose the seamed ones.
I pulled the first slowly up my smooth leg, loving the caress of the material
against my skin. I pulled my suspenders through the side of my panties and
clipped the tops.
I repeated the exercise on the other side. I loved the extra weight I had when I
bent over.
"So this was what it must be like to be a woman!" I thought.
That afternoon I spent hours lying on my bed, with my eyes closed just rubbing
myself through the panties. Every stroke was a descent further into luxury.
Several times I was close to climaxing but I held back for as long as I could.
The clocks span round until it showed 4:45. My parents would be home very
soon and I had to finish off quickly.
I rubbed myself with more vigour, not quickly, but determinedly I wanted to
come... NEEDED to come.
Then, it happened.
My Clittie, so turned on by the whole situation, sprang into life and sprayed a
bucket load of cum into my panties. It filled them to capacity. But I didn't care.
My orgasm was intense. I lay back for several moments, overcome with the
intensity of it all. My Basque, stockings and panties were all in need of a good
wash.
I carefully stripped all my lingerie off and hid it in the little nook I had
discovered.
My male clothes felt so silly on my lovely skin. But I had to wear them.
As my parents came in they asked me
"Did you have a nice day?"
"Not bad!" I replied.
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