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Panty Night
By Heather St. Claire
Annie and I have been married almost five years now. They've been five
happy, wonderful years. This summer, we vacationed in the desert Southwest, and
were surrounded by visible reminders of the beauty and richness of Native
American culture.
Sometimes, at night, night, I would step out onto the patio of our motel
room, and drink in the vastness of the desert panorama that spread out before
me. Somehow, against that endless horizon and under the canopy of that slate
blue sky, I felt my own personal insignificance... and the truly powerful energy
that surrounded me. It surrounds all of us, but only a select few can tap into
it.
My appreciation for that power was personal, but not so much so as that
day a few months before our marriage when I experienced it first hand. Let me
explain. Although Annie and I had been together almost three years at this
point, and had a powerful sexual attraction for each other, it seemed like any
chance at a long-term relationship was doomed by two things; my infidelity and
her intense jealousy.
I'm a lawyer; I make a quite good living at it. Unfortunately for my
relationship with Anne, my specialty then was lucrative divorce cases. And it
just seemed somehow that the vast majority of my clients were women. Rich and
attractive ones, of course.
Oh, these poor, poor women (I told myself); so shabbily treated by men. I
would be their protector. Sometimes--okay, I have to admit it, often; I
convinced myself that I had to restore their shattered self-esteem. And our
course, that often involved bedding them. Sometimes, it was just a one-night
stand; sometimes, the relationship lasted several weeks.
I wish I could say that I changed immediately after Annie and I began our
relationship, but the truth is, I didn't. I strayed twice in the first nine
months. I was caught both times, begged for forgiveness both times, and received
it... to a certain extent. Annie was already jealous by nature, and my affairs
had fanned a tiny ember into a roaring flame of white-hot resentment.
For the next two years and three months, I stayed true to her; but it
didn't seem to matter, for she invented all kind of relationships for me in her
head. All she had to do was catch sight of me with an attractive client, and her
imagination roared into overdrive.
Somehow, I always managed to calm her fears, to persuade her of the truth-
-that she was the one and only I desired--at least until that fateful night.
Even though it's been almost five years, I still remember every detail of it as
of it happened yesterday.
I showed up at her apartment a little after six. We had a dinner date. I
walked in, and as soon as I got a look at her wide, innocent face, I knew
something was wrong. I could tell she had been crying for some time; and her
long, straight, honey-blonde hair was a tangled mess.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I asked; fearing what the answer would be.
"Don't honey me, you damn bastard!" she snarled. My worries were
confirmed. We were about to play out the same old script one more time; or so I
thought.
"Oh, Jesus," I sighed. "Not this again!"
"You think I wouldn't find out, Alan? You really think I wouldn't find
out? I would have, sooner or later... but I saw the two of you together at that
restaurant last night!"
"Oh, no, is *that* what this is all about?" I asked, shaking my head
sadly. "Mrs. Simpson is a client, and that-is-all!! I know I gave you reason to
distrust me in the past, but it's been more than two years... doesn't that count
for anything?"
This was the moment when things began to get strange. Annie had stopped
crying. Now, she had a strange, sly smile on her face. With an odd lack of
emotion she said, "I know you're lying to me, Alan. But it doesn't matter; very
soon, you're not going to be able to lie to me... ever again."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, with a mixture of anger
and exasperation.
"Daniel, would you come out here, please?" she suddenly called. Out came
the tallest, most imposing Native American I've ever seen.
He was well over six feet tall, had straight-shoulder-length black hair;
he had long legs, and a lean, but unmistakably athletic build. "What the hell is
this?" I demanded. "Have you been cheating on me?"
She laughed; it was a cruelly sarcastic laugh. "ME? Cheat on YOU? Oh, GOD,
that's funny," she said. "No, Daniel is just a friend and co-worker, but he
offered to help me."
I glanced nervously between the two of them. Daniel had a menacing scowl
on his face, and so far, hadn't said a thing. I asked Annie, "What the hell is
this? You want him to beat me up? What will that prove, even if he can do it?"
She shook her head. "Oh, you still don't get it, do you? The kind of
lesson Daniel is going to teach you involves far more than a bloody nose or a
black eye."
"What the blazes are you talking about?"
"Daniel is what the people of his tribe would call a shaman, a healer, or
a medicine man. He's learned arts that were passed down to him through the
generations."
Now I started to laugh; but it would be short lived, as Daniel began to
gesture at me and began a strange, rhythmic chant I couldn't understand. Almost
immediately, I was frozen in place. "What the hell--" Those were the last words
I would utter for some time; because now, I couldn't talk.
I felt a strange tingling all over my body. The first sensation I was
aware of was that I was rapidly shrinking; but it was more than just becoming
tiny. I was also becoming flat, one-dimensional. I could no longer breathe, but
I didn't seem to have the need to, and although I could still hear and feel, I
could no longer see.
I heard an evil laugh from Annie, and then she told me what had happened
to me. "Oh, how appropriate, Daniel! Just the thing for the man who wanted to
get into every woman's panties! You've turned him *into* a pair of panties."
Although the words somehow registered with me, I couldn't quite absorb
them. How could a human being be transformed into an article of clothing? And if
it had happened, then why did I still have consciousness and some of my senses?
I hoped it was a bizarre nightmare, but something told me that it was all too
real.
(I reconstruct the following hours both from my own limited memories, and
from what Annie told me later.)
The next thing I knew, I was being picked up; Annie cradled me in her
hands, and was gently stroking me. I have to admit the sensations were
incredibly arousing. "Honey, you're a beautiful pair of lavender panties,
trimmed with lots of lace... and you're lovely, just lovely. I think I'm going
to have to try you on right away."
She headed into the bedroom, tossed me on her bed, and though she told me
later, I could tell from the sound in the distance that she was showering. A few
minutes later, she picked me up again; somehow, I could sense she was holding me
close to her face.
"Mmmmm, did Alan miss his Annie? Well, we've been apart far, far too much
lately! Thanks to Daniel, we can make sure we're never--or hardly ever separated
again!" What upset me, just as much as the cruel laugh that followed, was the
mocking tone of her words.
Now, I felt her slip a leg through one opening, then the other; then I was
slowly pulled up and smoothed over her pussy and ass cheeks. On the one hand, I
was going nuts over what had been done to me. On the other, I found this to be
incredibly erotic; to be wrapped over Annie's beautiful pussy and ass cheeks was
a kind of exquisite torture.
I could sense she was putting on something else. I later learned it was
her purple spandex mini-dress; I felt kind of smothered between it and her skin,
it was so tight! I knew she was moving, briskly, and from the sounds and the
temperature change, I could tell we were outside. When I heard a car door open,
I began to worry.
"I can't keep you cooped up, now, can I darling? I think we both need to
get out!" Again, the mocking laughter. Soon, the car stopped. "We're at
McGarrity's," she said. McGarrity's! I couldn't believe it! It was THE meat
market of the neighborhood. Lots of flashing lights, pastel paint, yuppies
dressed up and on the prowl--I would have shuddered at what I knew was ahead; if
I could have shuddered at that point.
Before I knew it, I could tell she was in a conversation with some guy. I
couldn't make out what he was saying, but I could get most of her end of the
conversation. "...Hey handsome... just waiting for someone like you to come
along... Aquarius... you too! Wow!... no, I'm not seeing anyone now... sure, I'd
love to..."
I didn't hear what she would love to do, but I knew; somehow, I just knew.
Already, just the thought of being with another man was causing her to
become aroused; I could feel her moisture begin to seep into me. What was going
on? This didn't seem at all like Annie. She had her fits of jealousy yes, but
she was never deliberately cruel or wildly promiscuous. It was almost as if she
were...possessed. Then it began to dawn on me. Had the spell that changed me,
changed her too?
It didn't seem to take very long before we were inside an apartment--his,
of course. Annie was really pained to share too many details with me; but it was
clear to me, even with my limited senses, that they were in his bedroom with
little in the way of preliminaries; that the spandex dress was peeled off and
tossed aside quickly; and before you could say, "Do you like oranges?" they were
engaged in fast, passionate sex.
I wanted to cry; I wanted to scream; I think I would have taken my own
life if I could at that moment; but I was utterly helpless.
Less than an hour had passed before I could hear a shower running, and I
felt myself being picked up off the floor. I was so grateful to hear Annie's
voice. "Alan? I--I don't know what's come over me... I'm getting us out of here
as quickly as I can."
Soon, I was back on Annie's body, and she was in the car, speeding back
toward her apartment. In the final indignity, I felt myself being soaked by a
fluid... but this wasn't Annie's juice... this was HIS semen, leaking out of
her!
Things were moving rapidly; we were back inside again, and I was being
peeled off of Annie's body once again. "Oh my God!" I heard her cry. "It's
his... his... oh God, Alan, I'm so sorry about all of this... I've got to get
this washed off of you." She was moving toward the kitchen sink, turning on the
tap. As soon as the first drops of water hit me, I began to feel something
happen; I think Annie felt it too.
Almost immediately, she dropped me to the floor; and it was a good thing,
because the transformation rapidly reversed itself. Within moments, I had gone
from panty to a miniature version of myself, to full-grown. I realized I could
breathe again, and began gratefully swallowing lungfuls of air.
"Alan? Are you all right? Oh thank God! Thank God!" Annie seemed genuinely
relived to see me returned to human form.
"I... I think so," I gasped. "God, that was weird... pretty erotic... but
damn frightening. And who the HELL was that guy?"
"Honestly, I never even found out his name. Alan, you have to believe me,
I don't know what came over me when I put you on... it was like I was
possessed."
"Of course!" I exclaimed. "Don't you see... your Indian friend wanted to
teach us both a lesson... me about the foolishness of playing around, you about
the dangers of jealousy."
She threw her arms around me. "Oh Alan," she said with a heartfelt sigh.
"Can you ever forgive me?"
"Only if you forgive me," I said, kissing her on the forehead.
We were married two months later.
I still practice law, but specialize in personal injury cases. Each one,
tragic for my client of course.
But a specialty that's a lot safer for me... not that I'd ever be tempted
again, you understand.
Although, sometimes, I have wondered what it would feel like to be a
bra...
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