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THE TALE OF THE COMFORTABLE PANTIES
By Tammie Anne Freeman
Chapter 1
I stopped at the restaurant on my way home from
visiting my folks. I was planning to drive straight
through, but my home was another two hours away, and
I was getting hungry. The restaurant was cafeteria
style; where you get your own food and then find a
table to sit at.
I got my food, but was having a hard time finding a
place to sit. But thankfully a table near me came
open. I quickly walked over and placed my tray on the
table. I sat down just ahead of a young lady who was
trying to reach the same table. She looked around for
another place to sit, but seeing that there wasn?t
any, asked me if it would be okay if she shared the
table with me. I said that it was okay with me. I
introduced myself and she said her name was Stacy.
We shared a little bit of conversation, trying to
avoid the awkwardness of two strangers sitting at a
table together with neither talking. Stacy opened up
after a few minutes and started talking about
herself. She worked a couple blocks from the
restaurant, and had walked over for lunch today. She
usually came with someone else from her office, but
today had come alone.
It was pleasant conversation, but my mind was
elsewhere. My shorts had been riding up on my balls
all morning, and I was having quite a bit of
discomfort in my crotch. It was one of those dull
aches that guys get from time to time. The kind where
you wanted to pull down your pants and readjust your
equipment every five minutes.
Stacy looked at me and asked me what was wrong. I
told her that nothing was wrong. But she insisted
that I was in some pain and asked me where I was
hurting. When I didn?t answer, she leaned over to me
and whispered: "You have pain in your balls from
uncomfortable underwear don?t you?"
I nodded my head. "I knew it!" she laughed. "But
don?t you worry, I have the solution to your
problem."
She got up from the table and said she would be right
back. I watched as she walked into the women?s
restroom, wondering what she had in mind. She came
back out of the restroom, carrying something white in
her hand. She reached out and put what was in her
hand into mine. I unfolded the fabric, and saw that
it was a pair of panties. She told me that it was the
panties that she had been wearing, and that I should
go into the bathroom and put them on, and then come
back and give her my underwear.
I told her that I couldn?t imagine how wearing her
panties would relieve my discomfort. But she insisted
that it would. She said that I should at least try
them on, and if I didn?t get instant relief, to
simply put my own underwear back on. So I took her
panties, walked into the men?s restroom and took off
my pants. I started thinking about how stupid I was
being. I thought of just pulling up my pants, and
telling Stacy that it didn?t help. But I went ahead
and pulled off my underwear and slipped into the
panties.
I was amazed at how comfortable they felt. And they
seemed to fit perfectly. And the discomfort I was
feeling vanished. I pulled my pants back on, and
folded up my underwear. Then I walked out of the
restroom wearing Stacy?s panties. She smiled when I
came back to the table and handed her my underwear.
She said she needed to cover up her bare butt, and
went with my underwear in hand, back to the women?s
restroom. She quickly came out and sat back down at
the table with me.
I told her that the panties were the most comfortable
underwear I had ever worn. She said the panties came
from a specialty shop in town, and asked if I wanted
the address. I said I did, and she gave it to me.
Stacy stood up and said she had to get back to work.
I asked her about her panties, and she told me to
keep them. But she asked me to tell the clerk at the
specialty store that she had referred me. I said I
would, thanked her, and said goodbye to her.
I left the restaurant and headed for the specialty
shop. It was kind of embarrassing to go into the
store to buy panties for myself. But I figured there
wasn?t anybody around who knew me, so I could live
with the embarrassment.
I told the clerk, whose name was Helen, that Stacy
had sent me, and that I wanted a half dozen pairs of
panties. She asked what kind of panties I wanted. But
I didn?t know what kind of panties I was wearing. I
told her that I didn?t know, but that I would come
back with a pair just like what I wanted.
She laughed and said that there was no reason I
should leave the store. She said I should just remove
my pants, and then she could see what type of panties
I was wearing. I felt myself blushing, but went ahead
and removed my pants.
Helen walked around me, looking at my panties. Then I
felt her lifting the panties in the back, to get a
look at the label. She told me that she had a dozen
of the panties in stock, and that she could get me a
good deal if I bought all twelve. I agreed and she
brought out the panties.
She told me to remove my shirt and T-shirt. I asked
her why, and she said she needed to measure me for
the matching bras that came with the panties. I told
her I didn?t want the bras. She replied that she
wouldn?t sell the panties without the matching bras.
So I said okay, figuring I would just throw the bras
away after I left the store. I took off my shirt and
t-shirt, and Helen measured me for a bra. She came
back with a bra that was size 36 with a cup size ?C?.
I thought that a ?C? cup was overdoing it, since I
had a flat chest. But I didn?t say anything.
She put the bra on me and asked how it felt. Suddenly
my back started feeling better. I hadn?t even
realized it was bothering me. I used to have a lot of
back pain, but the pain had become less over time,
and I must have learned to ignore it. It felt
wonderful wearing the bra.
Helen looked at me and said that I looked very good
in the bra and panties. She handed me a blouse and
said she wanted me to try it on. I figured what the
hell, I was already in bra and panties; I might as
well try on the blouse. After she had put the blouse
on me I noticed how much softer it was than my shirt.
My shirt was extremely coarse in comparison.
I liked the feel of the blouse, but didn?t see how I
could go around wearing a woman?s blouse. Helen said
she would find some blouses with a more masculine
cut. She came back with a handful of blouses. They
looked pretty feminine to me, but she assured me that
they could pass for men?s shirts.
I decided that I could put up with the stares I might
get. The blouses were just too comfortable to go back
to wearing shirts. Then Helen had me try on some
women?s pants. They felt so much softer and more
comfortable than my pants. Helen said that no one
would notice that they were women?s pants as long as
I stuck to conservative colors. I agreed and chose
several pair.
Helen removed my blouse and pants, and placed a slip
on me. It felt like satin, only smoother. I knew I
had to have it. Helen smiled and set several slips
aside with all my other clothes. Then she brought out
some pantyhose and said I had to try them out.
I started putting on the pantyhose, following her
instructions. When I had the pantyhose on, I noticed
how sheer they felt. And when I walked, it felt like
I was getting a massage and that my legs were gaining
energy. Wearing the pantyhose was an incredible
feeling. I figured I could wear them under my pants.
I pulled a pair of pants over the pantyhose, and
walked around. All of a sudden the pantyhose started
feeling hot and uncomfortable. Helen said that the
pantyhose needed air, and that she had the perfect
thing to wear with them. I removed the pants and
Helen came back holding a dress.
I told her that I couldn?t go around wearing a dress.
She said that was a bunch of nonsense, and that a man
could wear a dress if he wanted to. She put the dress
on me, and the feeling was indescribable. The dress,
slip, panties and pantyhose all seemed to work
together. Ecstasy was the only word I could come up
with.
I decided I had to have the dress, and Helen
convinced me to buy several more dresses. She also
threw in some skirts; that she said were
complementary and would go well with the blouses.
Then she looked at me and said I needed a pair of
shoes to complete my outfit.
We went over to where the shoes were, and I sat down.
Helen brought out a pair of black high-heeled shoes.
She put them on my feet and I tried walking around in
them. I had always heard how uncomfortable high heels
were, but these were incredibly comfortable. They
made my feet feel good.
I thought I might have trouble walking in the high-
heels, but they were easy to walk in. Helen said I
was a natural, and that high-heel shoes were perfect
for a shorter stature man such as myself. I decided
to buy the shoes, and Helen convinced me to buy some
more shoes, in different styles and colors.
It occurred to me that I was completely dressed as a
woman, but I didn?t care. I felt wonderful. I
couldn?t remember ever feeling this good. We walked
back towards the counter where I had accumulated a
big pile of clothes.
Helen stopped by sleepwear, and said I had to get
something nice to wear to bed tonight. She picked out
a negligee, saying that it would make me feel
wonderful in bed. Knowing how good all the other
clothes made me feel; I agreed to buy the negligee.
Helen was ringing up all the merchandise, and asked
if I would be keeping on what I was wearing. I said
that I would. Then she said that I needed a purse.
She showed me several, and I picked out the one that
she recommended. She rang up the purse, and then
placed some makeup kits in it for no charge.
I lifted my pants from the floor and took out my
wallet. I removed my credit card and handed it to
Helen. Then she handed me the credit card slip to
sign. The bill was over $6000. I took a big gulp as I
signed my name.
Helen asked me what I wanted to do with the clothes I
had brought with me. I told her to throw them away,
as I wouldn?t be wearing men?s clothes anymore. I
started taking the clothes out to my car in several
trips. When I came in for the last load, Helen handed
me a card.
On the card was the address of a beauty shop. Helen
told me that as good as my clothes felt now, they
were even better with less body hair. She said I
should go to the address on the card and tell them
that she had sent me.
As I was getting back in my car, I was debating
whether I should go to the beauty shop or not. It was
getting late in the afternoon, and I wanted to get
home. But I decided to stop in the shop, just to get
an idea of what they were offering.
I went to the beauty shop and said that Helen had
sent me. A woman behind the counter said they were
expecting me, and that I was to go to the backroom. I
entered the room and saw two very big women. They
were each over 6 feet tall and well muscled. I felt
like a little boy next to them.
"Look what we have here," the first woman laughed.
"Take all your clothes off, girl," the other woman
said, "and get up on the table."
I looked at each of the women and saw that they both
were wearing nametags with their first names. The
first woman?s name was Marion and the second was
Karen. They both looked a lot tougher than myself.
When I didn?t start undressing, Marion grabbed me and
started removing my clothes. When I started to
protest, she told me to shut up or she would spank my
bare bottom.
To Be Continued?
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