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COPYRIGHT 1998 Victoria Powers - All Rights Reserved - No Reproduction Chapter One: Aunt Frank I was executor of my Aunt's estate when he died. He was the black sheep of the family, as far as everyone one else was concerned. My Aunt had actually been my dad's brother. When he was close to 50 years old, he had suddenly started dressing up like a woman. Everyone in the family was scandalized except me. I was 30, and I saw how much happier he was as a woman. I figured if it made him happy, more power to him! I had told him that I still thought he was the greatest, a year after he decided to be a woman. He broke down and cried he was so happy to have a supporter. He seemed even happier after that. He was a little odd at times; I would be over visiting, and he would suddenly disappear for the rest of the evening. I could never find him when he did that, and he would never tell me where he went or what he did. It happened about 20 percent of the time I was there. I didn't care, just accepted it as another of his little oddities. We had gotten quite close before he died. I asked him why he didn't get the surgery that so many men get who want to become women. He said that I would understand someday. He had the best of both worlds, he said, and he wasn't going to change a thing. The cause of death was a mystery. The coroner could find no reason. My aunt was only 50, so we were at somewhat of a loss about the whole thing. My aunt had been quite wealthy. At the reading of the will, he was quite generous with the other members of my family, saying that my friendship had meant more to him than anyone would ever know. Even though the rest of my family had rejected him, he said that I came from good stock and THAT was the reason they were included in the estate. I almost fell over when I discovered that my share of his fortune was 10 million dollars. It was half his estate, the other half was divided among my family and some charities. I had always thought he was solvent, maybe 10 or 20 grand stashed somewhere, but I had no idea! There were a set of instructions for me included in his will, as well as a sealed envelope. My dad laughed and laughed when he heard Aunt Frank's condition for me to inherit his millions. I had to wear women's undergarments only for the next month. No men's undergarment of any kind was allowed. My outer clothing was my own choice. Specifically, I had to wear panties, hose, a bra and a full slip under my normal day clothes, and panties with a nightie at night. No male T-shirts, underpants, socks, or any other male undergarment was allowed. "You're the only one he really liked, Mike, he wants you to follow in his footsteps!", said my dad, laughing. "Are you going to do it?" asked my sister breathlessly. She had the oddest little smile on her face - like she knew something I didn't! "You bet your ass! For 10 million bucks? It's the least I can do!" I replied, coloring. To dad I said "He only liked me better because I was the only one who accepted his little eccentricities" "ECCENTRICITIES!? Oh that's rich Mike! He was a faggot weirdo who wanted to be a woman! Everybody hated him!" "Dad, he was your own brother. He was NOT gay, by the way! He didn't want to BE a woman, either, he just enjoyed wearing their clothes! He was always kind and gentle, before AND after he started crossdressing! There were a lot of people who liked him in the community, too. They just knew better than to bring it up around you." "What a crock!" he said, laughing "Dad, Mike's right! I used to visit him secretly about once a month. There are a lot of people who thought he was odd, but liked him just the same! When I'd ask them about his crossdressing, they'd say 'well, it's mighty strange, but that's just Frank!'". I looked incredulously at my sister. I knew about her "secret" visits, but I was quite impressed that she admitted it to dad. She had spoken the truth to my dad softly and with her usual attitude of respect. It had the desired effect. Dad cooled off and even teared up a little. He matched her tone "Well, I don't know about that, but I WILL miss him, the big sissy! I'm sorry I never stopped being angry at him long enough to talk to him about it. I always thought men who dressed up like women were fa. . . uh, gay." "No dad, many male crossdressers are straight and married." my sister said shyly. I was surprised that she knew this. "Hmmph! Well, I can see that at least you and Mike had the guts to talk to him about it. What do you mean by 'male crossdressers'?" "Men who dress in women's clothes, as opposed to a 'female crossdresser'. That would be a woman who dresses in men's clothes. Of course, that's quite common, 99% of the female population does that", explained my sister. "WHAT? Young lady I'll have you know your mother is NOT a pervert!" "That's right Dad, she's NOT a pervert. But I know she wears your T-shirts to bed sometimes. Two of the shirts she routinely wears are men's shirts." "But . . . . Well, she DOES wear my T-shirts. You say she wears men's shirts?" "Yeah, you know that nice blue button down shirt of hers - Next time you see her in it, look and see which side the buttons are on. Men's shirts have buttons on the right, women's have them on the left. There's a double standard!" "OK, I guess you're right. Double Standard?" "Sure dad, if you wore mom's pink nightie to bed, you'd be laughed at. If you wore a blouse instead of a shirt, you'd be ridiculed. Women are allowed to crossdress, men aren't. Quite simple really!" "You're a smart cookie, darlin'. I guess I never thought of it that way." Dad had relaxed and was laughing at himself now. "I'd do it too, for 10 million bucks, son!" Chapter Two - The Envelope The envelope said to open only in his office. I had been left his house and all belongings too. It wasn't a mansion, but it was quite nice. Curious, I went into his office and sat at his chair. I opened the envelope. Inside was a sheet of paper with a set of instructions. I was to type my name on his computer, then a password of "Panties". The paper started to feel warm, then hot. I put it down and it went up in smoke. All that was left was ash. I mused on the meaning of it. He had worn panties, I was sure, everything else he wore was feminine. I looked around his office until my eyes came to rest on his computer. It was quite a machine, with a 25 inch monitor, a 900 Mhz Pentium chip, 256 Meg of ram, 120 gig of hard disk, and a whole load of other stuff. I had an idea. He was always typing stuff into this computer - that's why he had such a big hard disk. I switched it on and waited for it to boot. I typed "Mike". The computer asked for a password. I used "Panties" as the password. The screen cleared, then a text file displayed on the screen. It was a note from my Aunt. He said "I know you never cross dressed, but as my final wish, I wish you to try it once. In my vault (36 - 24 - 36) there is a pair of panties. I want you to wear these specific panties along with the rest of the required feminine undergarments under your normal clothes for one month. I promise that what happens will be beyond your wildest dreams!" I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. I loved my aunt, but what would people say if they found out I was wearing women's panties? I guessed that no one would have opportunity to find out, but I was sure that I would feel like a pervert. Of course, my family knew the requirement of my inheritance, but I figured it wouldn't get around. As I considered it at length, I remembered something he had said to me once. "Most men are such wimps when it comes to clothing! Women wear whatever they want and figure screw anyone who doesn't like it. Women wear men's shirts, they even wear our boxer shorts! Men should feel free to slip on a pair of silky feminine panties if they want to! If they like a way a bra or slip, or a dress feels and looks, they should just do it, and say "screw it" like women do" I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but his argument made sense. I didn't want him to think of me as a wimp, so I opened the vault and dialed the combination. Sure enough, inside were a pair of silky pink lacy nylon panties. They smelled nice, kinda feminine perfumey. "I must be nuts!" I said to myself, but dropped my pants and took off my jockey shorts. I slipped one leg in the panties, then realized they were backwards. I tried again, and got it right this time. They sure felt strange as I slid them up my legs, snugly into place on my body. Boy, they sure were soft! They actually felt pretty nice next to my skin. Then I was embarrassed, realizing I was standing there in a pair of women's panties, so I quickly put my jockey shorts & pants back on. Then I remembered the "no men's underwear" part of the requirement, so I took my pants off and removed the jockey shorts, then put my pants back on. I closed the vault and sat down at the computer again. The text had disappeared from the screen, so I typed my name again. It asked for the password, and I typed "panties" again. This time, the screen came up with a picture of me sitting at the computer. A question appeared at the bottom. "Are you wearing the panties?" "Yes" I typed, feeling like I was trapped in some weird movie. The picture changed a little. There was a flash as a smile appeared on my face in the picture. Another flash, and my pants were blinking on and off. When they were off, you could see the panties on me. Another text screen popped up and explained that I was wearing very special panties. They were self- cleaning, in fact. They would never need washing, in fact, I should never wash them. I was also instructed to take them off ONLY to bathe. Another screen popped up and said "you have 24 hours to get the rest of your lingerie. I have arranged for you to have help and privacy for this - it's not my goal to embarrass you. Call your sister and ask her to tell you what I told her." Chapter Three: My First Day in Lingerie I picked up the phone and dialed my sister. "Hi Mike", she said, without waiting for me to identify myself. She had also answered on the first ring, almost as if she was waiting for me to call. "H . . . Hi sis. You were expecting my call? Aunt Frank said I should ask you to tell me something he told you." "Yes, I WAS expecting your call. Auntie said you'd be calling after you opened your special envelope. But first, you're supposed to describe your clothing to me!" I was surprised about that, but said "Bluejeans, flannel shirt, white socks, white T-shirt and tennis shoes" "You're not wearing any underpants?" "Well, er, yes. Pink nylon panties with lace" She laughed and said "that's better! How do you like them?" "Well, it's weird, and it looks REALLY weird, but it actually feels OK, softer and more comfortable than my usual jockey shorts." "All right! OK, Auntie gave me some instructions for you. I'm supposed to take you to Sweet's Lingerie shop!" "WHAT?!" "You'd rather go buy your bra, slip & hose alone?" I thought about that for all of 3 seconds. "No, of course not! I'd appreciate your help sis." "That's more like it. OK, I'll be there shortly." She came to the door half an hour later and let herself in. I was trying to watch TV. Oddly enough "Tootsie" was on. Well, at least I didn't have to worry about guys trying to kiss me! Sharon came into the room and sat down next to me. She put her arm around me and said "poor dear, I know it's a lot to ask from a guy, but you are going to enjoy it! First, drop your pants" My mouth dropped open, but I stood up and did it. She smiled sweetly and said "Good! Auntie said you wouldn't need checking up on, but I decided to make sure you conformed to his exact wishes. Your panties are very pretty dear! I love the lace! And the color is definitely you!" she giggled good naturedly. "Don't have too much fun Sharon!" I said in a mock threatening tone, but couldn't suppress a giggle at the absurdity of the situation. "OK, now off with the socks and T-shirt! Remember, NO men's underwear of any kind for the next month. And I WILL be checking!" Wordlessly, I took off my shoes and shirt, then removed my socks and T-shirt. Smiling, she reached into her purse and withdrew a pair of pink ankle socks with fold down lace tops. She tossed them to me. I put them on, knowing better than to object. She reached in her purse again and drew out something pink and silky. It was a silk camisole. I took it from her, and put it on too. It actually fit quite well! I hurriedly put on my pants, shirt and shoes. I stuck my tongue out at her "you couldn't have found any thing MORE feminine, I suppose? Why does this fit so well, I'm a lot bigger than you?" "I coulda' put you in a lace bodysuit big boy! I had a LITTLE mercy on you. I bought the camisole just for you. Looks like I guessed the size just right! Let's go! Ann is waiting." She drove me downtown to a little storefront. The sign was simple and said "Sweet's Lingerie Shop". We got out and went in. Ann was the owner there, apparently, and greeted us as soon as we came in. She came over and took my hand intimately, smiling sincerely. "So, you're Frank's nephew! I'm SO glad to meet you." Taking me by the arm, she escorted me into the shop. There were a couple of middle-aged women looking around on one side, and a couple of teenage girls on the other. Sharon had gone to another corner and was looking at something. "You know, your Aunt Frank was my best customer! He told me I might see you in here someday with your sister. Now, how can I help you?" I was painfully aware that all four of the other females in the shop could easily hear what was being said. I whispered "I need a bra, slip and some hose". "What dear, speak up, I'm a little hard of hearing you know!" I said "I need a bra, slip and some hose" a little louder. "Eh?" she said, holding her ear closer. "I NEED SOME LINGERIE!" I said loudly. I heard a burst of giggles. I looked up and the two teenagers were looking right at me, their eyes wide! The little blonde looked at the redhead and ducked her head, covering her mouth and snickering. She pointed at my pink, lacy socks and whispered to the redhead. They both burst into giggles again. "OK", said Ann, glaring at the girls. "What's your problem girls, lots of men wear lingerie!" "Don't worry Mike, they'll learn!" The teenagers heard that and looked pained, but one of the middle aged women in the next aisle chimed in and said "That's right! I'm picking out a camisole and tap pant set for my husband right now! He loves this stuff!" The other lady said "See! I told you that was too big for you! You're shopping for Harold huh? How long has THIS been going on?" The teenage girls just shook their heads as if we were all insane. Ann took me over to the bras first. There were so many styles! It was confusing. "What size do you wear?" she asked. Startled I said "I have no idea!" She smiled and told me to hold up my arms. She measured around me close to the bottom of my ribcage. She asked me if I had a style preference, and what size cup I would need. Sharon overheard and came to my rescue. She explained that it was my first time, and that I probably wanted something that would conceal under my male clothes fairly well. "I also need a full slip and some hose" I chimed in. "Pick out what I need, I have no experience buying lingerie." "OH, I see! OK, So you need a small cup size in a flesh tone bra without much decoration. She selected one and handed it to me. I followed her over to the slips and she picked one that matched the bra. Then we went over to the hose. Ann suggested opaque black hose; people would probably think they were black socks. I agreed, and Ann handed me a pair. Next we picked out panties. This time I specified pink, thinking they would match the ones I already owned. The middle aged ladies were in that aisle, and they watched with interest. I blushed, but the lady who was shopping for her husband said "It's OK, dear, don't be ashamed!" She came over and patted my arm. "You wear whatever makes you feel good! Don't be afraid to shop for pretty feminine clothes. If it's what you like, just do it!" I thanked her, and she went back to her friend. I feel like explaining that it wasn't a question of "liking it", or "feeling good", but simply a matter of 10 million dollars. Sharon took my hand and led me back to the dressing room. She had me strip to my panties, then showed me how to put a bra on. It took me several minutes before I was able to get the clasps fastened behind my back. I was embarrassed and blushing, even in front of my sister. The bra definitely felt weird! I had never felt something even remotely like its silken embrace. Next she showed me how to put the pantyhose on. I gathered all the material up into my hands and slid the right side up my right leg to the knee. Then I did the same for the left leg. Then I stood and alternated legs until I got them pulled all the way up. The slip I put on with no assistance or explanation. I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned good naturedly "Meet your new sissy brother!" She giggled and said "you look comfy to me. How does it feel?" I always prized honesty, so I said "actually, it feels very nice! Everything is so soft and comfortable! The bra feels weird, the way it hugs me, and the pantyhose are hugging all of my lower body, all at the same time!" "What do you think of the way you look?" "I think I look ridiculous! I will get laughed out of the locker room if I do my workout tomorrow. I probably won't for the next month, for that very reason." "You plan on stopping after the requirement is over?" "Of course! You think I'm going to run around in women's underwear for the rest of my life? No way! Not me. Don't get me wrong; it was fine for Aunt Frank, because it made him happy. But it's not something I need to do to be happy!" "OK, bro! Just curious!". She smiled that odd little I-know-something-you-don't smile again. I put shoes, pants and shirt back on. Sharon took the camisole and anklets and returned them to her purse. We left the dressing room and Ann asked how everything fit. I told her everything fit great, and that I needed 3 more of everything. She wanted to know what colors and I told her the same colors as I already had. She clucked at me like a mother hen, but shrugged and did what I asked. We thanked her, I paid for everything, and we left. On the way back to Frank's house, Sharon said that she was glad it hadn't been my macho brother Don given this mission. She cracked up when I told her that Don would dress like a hooker, get breast implants, and proposition a nun for lesbian sex for the chance at being a millionaire. Chapter Four - Back at Home Sharon dropped at Auntie's house where I thanked her and watched her drive away. Then I got in my car and went home. Back at home, I got ready for bed. I had decided to put my house on the market. Then I would move into the place Aunt Frank had left me. I took all my clothes off and realized that I didn't have the nightie I was supposed to sleep in. I called Sharon in a panic. "Yes, you're right, I completely forgot about it. All the stores are closed now, come by and I'll loan you one of mine!" I hurriedly dressed, fussing with the bra, finally got it fastened, and put a T-shirt on. Then I hopped in the car and drove over. Sharon's husband answered the door and let me in. His eyes widened and he started looking at me funny. Sharon walked in and saw what was happening. She smiled sweetly and hugged me. She whispered in my ear "Your bra and slip show quite plainly through that white T-shirt! That's why Tom is looking at you funny. I haven't told him what's going on, but now I'd better explain it to him, don't you think?" "Yes" I whispered back, letting go of her. She handed me a pink nightie and said "Can you get your own nightie tomorrow? Or do you need my help?" "No, I can do it! Thanks sis!" I left in a hurry, leaving Tom scowling behind me, knowing Sharon would explain. I went back home and got ready for bed AGAIN! After stripping to my panties, I slipped the nightie on and looked in the mirror. I looked silly, but I must admit, I kinda liked the nightie. So I climbed in bed, feeling caressed by the nightie and panties. I chuckled as I wondered what my friends would think if they could see me now, wearing women's silky pink underpants and a nightie to bed. They would be pretty amused, I thought, and drifted off to sleep. I awoke feeling incredible! I couldn't remember when I had felt so good. I hummed as I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I had forgotten about my unusual sleepwear until I literally slid out of bed and fell on the floor! I had taken the nightie off and left it on the bed after I fell. There were my panties in all their glory. They were sure comfortable, though, even if they did look strange on my male body. I slipped them off and took my shower. After my shower, I put them back on. A faint smell of perfume reached my nostrils. It was a beautiful scent for a woman. I'd love to smell it on one. I looked at myself in the mirror. The panties were a beautiful shade of pink, with lace on the front outside of each of my legs. The elastic around each leg had little lacy loops all the way around. The waistband was the same. They had a little sheen to them, but were not that gaudy type of shine that I had seen on some panties. I decided that though they did look strange on me, I rather liked them. I went back to my bedroom and got dressed. I was supposed to be back at work today. I struggled with the pantyhose, but finally managed to get them on. I only had to struggle with the bra for a minute this morning. I slid the slip over my body, thrilling to its softness. I put my suit pants on, tucking the slip in like a too-long T-shirt. I put my white shirt on, then my tie. Looking in the mirror, I noticed with dismay that the outline of my bra and slip were quite visible through my shirt. I started to get a T-shirt to put on over the slip, but then remembered that wasn't allowed. I went back to my closet. I had nothing but white shirts, and shirts way to casual for a suit. Well, I'd just have to keep my suit coat on. That might prove interesting. I got in the car and drove to the office. Chapter Five - At the Office I pulled in my parking spot and went in. I went straight to my office and put my briefcase down. My office manager/administrative assistant soon came in with a smile and a cup of coffee. I put my feet on the desk and stretched back with the coffee. "Thanks for the coffee, Cathie. You didn't have to do that!" "I know. I enjoy doing it all the more because it's not required!" Cathie looked at my feet. I could tell by her expression that she was noticing something. "What?" I asked. Cathie looked deep in thought, obviously deciding if it was safe to say whatever it was. "Come on Cathie, you know we speak our minds freely here!" "Well Mike, you have a run in your . . er. . pantyhose." "SHIT! I thought I got them on without runs!" I leaned forward and looked. It was an obvious run. I motioned at the chair in front of my desk and Cathie sat as I put my feet back down. I took my coat off and hung it up, and sat back down. It took a minute but Cathie got that look again. "OK, Cathie, it's apparent that you're seeing something else. What do you see?" "It appears that you are wearing a bra and slip under your shirt. It's pretty obvious. You might want to consider wearing a T-shirt over the lingerie to better conceal it" "Thank you Cathy, I appreciate the suggestion, but I can't wear a T-shirt over it. Do you think all my employees will quit when they see this?" "No, of course not - we all like our jobs. You pay well and are a good boss. Why should we care what you wear? But why can't you wear a T-shirt? I leaned back, drew a deep breath and explained the whole scenario to her. "WOW. That's amazing. I still can't believe Frankie is gone!" "Frankie?" "Oh, yes, I knew him well. We were close." "I knew you knew him, I didn't know you knew him well enough to call him 'Frankie'" She looked at me with interest and said "Mike, I knew him VERY well. In fact I knew him in the biblical sense! He was a great man, a hero." "Hero? I always thought a lot of the community had kind of rejected him. You were his lover?" "A hero in every sense of the word - but only a couple people knew of his heroic acts. I shouldn't say any more, but you have obviously not been filled in on everything! I know you two were close, he told me that many times, there's some things that he never told you about himself, including my role in his life. He must have had very specific reasons for keeping them from you." "What things?" "Go and see his doctor, maybe you should start with the cause of death." "They couldn't determine the cause of death" "Yes, his doctor did, but wouldn't release it to the press. Apparently not to the family either." I tried and tried, but she would talk about it no more. I got on the phone and called Frank's doctor. "Ah, Mike, I've been expecting your call." He confirmed that he HAD determined a cause of death, but wouldn't tell me on the phone. Then he asked me if I was wearing the "special panties". Embarrassed, I muttered "yes". Then he told me to make an appointment to see him on the seventh day. "Seventh day of what?" "The seventh day you wear the special panties." "What the hell? What are you talking about? Why the seventh day?" He would explain no further. I talked to his assistant and made the appointment. I couldn't get any work done, so I went to a bookstore to buy a new book. I had always liked Dean Koontz. He had a new one out - "Mr. Murder". The clerk at the store raised one pretty eyebrow and said quietly "I like your lingerie, and I applaud your guts!" I started to explain, stuttering. She was gorgeous and I was blushing furiously. "Don't explain! Just accept the compliment gracefully!" she whispered. Then she handed me the book. "Thank you for the book AND the compliment. You look very nice today yourself!" I said, smooth as silk. She smiled beautifully, her whole face lighting up. She reached out and took the receipt back and wrote something on it, then handed it back to me. I looked at it. It was a phone number. Now I raised one of my eyebrows and said "good- bye". She said "I'll talk to you later" and I left. I went home and curled up with the book to get my mind off the increasingly-weird situation I found myself in. I soon fell asleep and dreamed. My dreams were a stew of the last few day's events. In the dream, I was back at the office, having returned there after purchasing my book. My staff reacted quite differently in the dream. They were hysterical and threatened to call the police when they saw the outline of my lingerie. Then I realized that I wasn't dressed the same. I had a huge feathered headdress on, pink nylon bikini panties with lace with a matching bra, black thigh high hose and pink high heels. That was all, NO outer clothing! It was like the dream that almost everybody has about being back in school with no clothes on, only about a thousand times more embarrassing! My employees, even Cathie were running from me and screaming as if I was going to attack them. The thing was, I was trying to get away from them too! I was mortified, and had a huge erection to boot. It barely fit in the bikini panties and felt like it would pop out any second. Cathie had been on the phone with someone at one point. I kept running and trying to hide, but everywhere I tried, there would be employees who would scatter screaming as soon as they saw me. This insanity went on for quite a while. I started finding my family members instead off employees now. My dad didn't scream and run in fear, but shook my hand and said "I'm proud of you son! You're going to be the first gay president! I'm glad to see you've got your uniform on, but you'd better get your boyfriend to take care of that unsightly bulge before the cameras roll!" The next thing I knew, I was back in the bookstore, but the beautiful cashier had been replaced by a huge, ugly broad with a maniacal laugh! She had a T-shirt on that said "ball- buster" and reached behind the counter to produce the biggest pair of vice grips I had ever seen! Suddenly two beautiful, stacked models were holding my arms. They had grips of iron, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get away. The Killer Dyke came at my private regions with the vice grips, laughing. "You won't be needing this anymore!" I fought harder and harder as the locking pliers came closer and closer. Time seemed to dilate as I began to scream. The jaws opened and were just about to be clamped down, when a gloved hand reached in and yanked the pliers away. I sagged with relief and simultaneous shock as I looked up and saw Aunt Frank! He grabbed the dyke by the bra strap through her T-shirt. He also grabbed the waistband of her pants. HE THREW HER COMPLETELY OUT OF THE STORE. She shattered the glass window on her way through it! The models let go of me and took up karate poses, but it was too late for them. Aunt Frank spun around and neatly jammed his elbows into both their faces at once. They fell to the floor and shattered like glass. Sharp pieces of clear crystal everywhere. I looked at Frank and thanked him. I had time to take in what he was wearing finally. He had on lacy white opera gloves, a pearly-pink teddy with spaghetti straps and sheer black hose covering his smooth legs. My mouth dropped open, but I gave him a hug and thanked him. He smiled and said he was pleased that I was wearing his special panties. I looked down in surprise to find that I was back in my normal clothes (with the required lingerie underneath) again. He said he had to go, but I'd see him again. He walked out of the store, put his fist in the air, AND FLEW AWAY! Like a super-hero! I awoke and stood out of my chair slowly. I was knotted up from sleeping in an odd position. It was dinner time already. I had slept for a LONG time. I felt an odd sensation, and stood quite still. I felt warm suddenly. The knots were gone - I was slightly tingly. I felt a little intoxicated and giggled. My panties were warm. The faint scent of perfume hit my nostrils. My head cleared, and I was feeling incredible again! I was sharp and focused. I felt as if I could do anything! I went back to the office and met Cathie just leaving. We chatted and she briefed me on the events of the day at my company. She had fielded questions regarding my crossdressing from all 9 employees. She had explained that I was not gay, I was just wearing women's undergarments, and it was actually quite common. I groaned, but appreciated the fact that she didn't spill the will, the inheritance and the requirement to them. It's just that they would now figure me for a permanent crossdresser, instead of just the next month. I went in and got caught up on my work after having been off for a week. I couldn't believe how fast I did it. It seemed effortless. I was home by 02:00. Though I didn't set the alarm, I woke up at the normal time, so I got up. I got out of bed without falling this morning, and yawned and stretched, feeling wonderful again. My panties were warm and that warmth seemed to flow throughout my entire body. A feeling of well being, health and strength. Better, if possible, than yesterday! I smelled that perfume again - it seemed stronger than yesterday. I showered and slipped my panties back on, then went in the bedroom and got dressed. I found myself in front of the mirror while I dressed. I never used to dress with the mirror, but today, I found myself there. Looking at my reflection and admiring his beautiful panties. They didn't look weird to me anymore. In fact they were kinda sexy! I started getting an erection staring at myself like that, so I shook myself and continued dressing. I put my hose, bra and slip on, looking at myself the whole time. I shook my head in wonder. My lingerie seemed perfectly natural and normal looking on my male body. It felt wonderful too, of course, and I got another erection. Snapping out of it again, I put my outer clothes on and went to the office. My employees were marvelous! There was no hint of malice there. Two of them did avoid me first thing in the morning, but when they finally saw me later in the day, they were as friendly as ever. None of my nightmares appeared to be coming true. My sister showed up unexpectedly in my office and closed the door. "Lingerie check!" she said, giggling. She could already see the bra and slip through my shirt, so I dropped my pants so she could see the panties and hose. "Very good big brother! I'm proud of you! I won't have to call the lawyer and tell him you're refusing to fulfill the requirement." I pulled my pants back up and smiled at her mischief, shaking my head. I opened my briefcase and handed her nightie to her. "Thanks sis, I enjoyed wearing your pretty nightie. I'm going to get my own on the way home." "You enjoyed it?" "Absolutely! It's pretty and feminine! It's so soft and silky" I colored, realizing that I had just revealed my changing feelings about crossdressing. "You're sounding a lot like Auntie, Mike." "I guess so", I said. That little revelation surprised me as much as her. "Are you still going to stop wearing lingerie at the end of the month?" "Probably. Maybe. Well, I'm just not sure sis." "Wow, you're not kidding." she came over and hugged me affectionately. "I think Auntie would be proud! I am too! No matter what you end up doing." Now she whispered "you know what I think?" "What" I responded in a whisper. "I think that after a month of nice soft feminine things, returning to male clothing will not only be unwanted, but probably impossible! I love you bro, I got go!" She hugged me again and left Chapter Six - Back to Sweet's Lingerie! I walked into Ann's little shop and she greeted me immediately. I chatted for a minute and then told her I was going to browse for a while. She nodded agreeably and went off to help another customer. I walked slowly through the store, getting familiar with the locations of everything. I found myself fascinated by almost everything in the store. I looked and looked, touching many beautiful items, appreciating their feminine beauty and sexy shine. I was dimly aware of women coming and going, and was quite surprised when Ann touched my arm, startling me out of my reverie. "I normally close at six, Mike. Do you need more time?" I looked at my watch. It was six now! I had been in here for a solid hour, looking at lingerie! I just couldn't believe it! "Yes, you have been in here for an hour" she commented, reading my mind. "I understand the way you feel, everything is just so beautiful, it's hard to chose." "I really came in for a nightie, and I found one I like." I took her over and showed her the one I was talking about. She asked me to try it on, so I found myself in the dressing room. "Come on out and let me see it!", Ann called. I was down to my panties & hose, and slipped the nightie on over. I walked out and was flustered when I saw that Ann was not alone. She had been when I went in the dressing room. It was the beautiful girl from the bookstore! I was ready to turn and flee back to the dressing room, but Ann said "come on out dear, it's OK". I sheepishly walked out and stood in front of the two ladies. "Ann, he has good taste, don't you think? I have the very same nightie at home, I wear it almost every night!" "Yes Rachel, It's one of my favorites as well." "You look VERY NICE in it! It's perfect!" exclaimed Rachel. "Thank you", I said, blushing. "I've been waiting for a phone call" she said, smiling. Ann looked at the clock and I said "OH, that's right, you want to close!" I ran back to the dressing room and changed back, then took my prize to the counter. Rachel was gone, and Ann was waiting patiently. I paid her, thanked her and headed for the door. Ann came out too and locked the door behind us. In the parking lot she said "you seemed so much more relaxed today. You were a real lingerie shopper! You took your time and looked at everything, then picked the one thing you liked the most! I know you'll just love it dear! This was your first REAL time lingerie shopping. I know that look. I remember it on the face of another young man about 20 years ago." "Aunt Frank?" "Yes. He was a rare person, especially 20 years ago. I've always had men in here, and I can always tell when they're buying for themselves. He was different. Even back then, when I got fewer male customers, he was never nervous or rushed about it. The very first time he came in, he was calm, took his time and purchased some beautiful pink panties with lace. He knew he could confide in me somehow, so he told me they were for him. I told him he had a right to buy and wear whatever clothing made him happy! I remember how he smiled at me when I said that." "Thank you for sharing that, Ann. My Aunt was a special man." We said our good-byes and I went back home. Chapter Seven - Something Unusual at Home Back at home, I took off my outer clothes and had the urge to look in the mirror again. Before I even got to the mirror, feeling my lingerie sliding against me gave me a big erection. It felt very nice having my hardon cradled in my panties. I stood in front of the mirror and gently felt my lingerie with my hands, brushing against my bra and slip, feeling the tight slickness of my pantyhose. I explored that remarkable fluttering bulge in my panties, sliding my slip up and down my slick rigidity, as I watched myself in the mirror. Oh MAN that felt GOOD! I started feeling warm all over. I realized I was going to have an orgasm, and stopped rubbing. I just stared at my reflection, spellbound. I just kept looking and looking, and suddenly lovely globs of hot white come began spurting into my silky panties. Oh, it felt SO good. There's really not any feeling in the world like that!. I gasped with pleasure as I filled my panties with pleasure. I fell back on the bed, writhing in pleasure. I laid there for a few minutes, a pleasant buzz in my head, waves of pure delight washing back and forth through my body. I got up and weakly smiled at my reflection with the soaking wet panties, pantyhose & slip. I took everything off, except the panties, remembering the rule. I put my nightie on and went to bed. I awoke the next morning with an erection. I went in the bathroom, a fresh wave of perfume hitting me. I looked the panties closely - there wasn't any sign of last night's orgasm - they were perfectly clean. I took them off and smelled them. Nothing but the clean fresh smell of freshly laundered underwear - and a hint of that perfume. I took my shower, and got dressed for the office. I was feeling great again today! My panties were a little warm and the warmth went through my whole body. Now I could identify the feeling. It was like the afterglow of my orgasm last night! It was simply phenomenal. At work we needed to move the printing press. It was a small one, only about 400 lbs. I helped John, the warehouse guy move it. He was amazed (and so was I) when I easily lifted my half. He had the classic bodybuilders look, and I was big, but not defined at all. "Wow, you're awfully strong for a guy who wears women's underwear! I'd better be careful not to piss you off!", he joked. We both laughed, and I said "It's weird John, I thought I could help you lift this, but I figured it would really be tough! Maybe it's the women's underwear!" We laughed again, and he thanked me for helping him. I went back to my office, deep in thought. I wondered if it could be true. Maybe my panties were somehow affecting me. I had certainly felt like a million bucks the whole time I had worn them. Aunt Frank AND his doctor had both referred to them as "Special Panties". I was amused with myself, realizing that I now thought of them as "my" panties. My attitudes WERE changing. Things went the same for the next several days. My arousal factor increased over the next few days. I became hyper sensitive to the loving touch of my lingerie. Whenever I thought about it, I got an erection. Every night before I went to bed, I was having orgasms in my lingerie. Chapter Eight - The Seventh Day I woke on the seventh day, remembering my appointment with the doctor. I did the usual morning work, feeling like dynamite again, and smelling the fresh perfume smell on my panties. I walked into the waiting room and signed in. There were about 15 people in there. Four of them were wide eyed when they saw the outline of my lingerie, and a couple more snickered. I smiled at all of them and sat down. I sat and read a magazine until the receptionist called my name. She was one of those loud and friendly types that talks a mile a minute. "Oh, you're Frank's nephew! He was so nice! I see that you're a crossdresser too! That's nice, a little weird maybe, but nice! Frank was a good man, even if he was a little weird - I'm so sorry he died, by the way, but I liked him. You know there are some people in this town that are not so open minded and will treat you bad, but I don't believe in that . . . . " Having motioned for me to wait in a little room, she kept talking as she walked away, and her voice faded out slowly. I shook my head, trying to get the ringing out of my ears. I chuckled, remembering government research on the use of sound as a weapon. Her voice was enough to make your teeth itch! Doc came in and closed the door. I had stripped to the waist, used to the normal medical procedure. He looked surprised at my bra and slip, laying there beside me. "Hi Mike, how are you" he said, putting the cold stethoscope on my chest. "Fine Doc, you? "Great." He poked around a little more, and then sat down. "Well, what gives - what's all this stuff about my 'special panties'?" "I assume you've worn them as specified." "Yeah, along with the other stuff." "I didn't know he had specified other lingerie. The panties are the only thing with an effect." "Effect?" "Yes - don't tell me you haven't noticed anything different this week?" "I've been feeling better and more alive than I ever have. I also seem to be stronger. I helped an employee lift a 400 lb printing press, and it didn't even seem difficult." "That's only a small fraction of your new abilities. Muscular wise, you have greater strength, control and endurance than anyone on the planet! Reaction time is barely even measurable. Have you weighed yourself lately?" "Huh, why?" He motioned me to a scale and I got on. I was 6'2" and my normal weight was 225. My jaw dropped when my weight indicated 400 lbs. "I don't get it." "Your skeleton is much higher density now. It can handle easily your new strength. You will be nearly impervious to broken bones. It has increased your weight considerably, and you will probably find that you eat a lot more." Back at home, I went over the entire conversation in my head. It seemed ludicrous, but I was going to do a little experimenting. I had been meaning to move that 45 inch TV for a long time. I walked over and pushed it playfully. IT SUDDENLY SHOT TWO FEET OVER! It was effortless! The thing weighed at least 200 pounds. Was I dreaming again? I stuck out one finger and pushed gently. The TV rolled easily over the carpet. I went in the kitchen and hugged the refrigerator. I was able to lift it easily! I went out to the garage and stood in front of the car. I squatted and lifted on the bumper. IT CAME RIGHT UP! I tried the same thing with one hand. No problem! Chapter Nine - A Secret at Aunt Frank's House I went to Aunt Frank's house the next day. I went into his office and logged on with my name and special password, like usual. The monitor now displayed a picture of the bookcase. It showed me walking over and standing in front of the bookcase. A balloon, like those used in the comics, appeared by my mouth. Evidently, I was supposed to stand in front of the bookcase and say "I am Pantyman". I laughed but thought what the hell, I might as well go along. I walked over to the bookcase and stood in front of it. I said "I am Pantyman", and nothing happened. I laughed and turned away. Right as I turned away, I felt a breeze on the back of my neck. I spun and saw that the bookcase was GONE! No trace of it at all - or the wall behind it, either. There was a hallway that I had never seen before. I walked in and heard a faint sound as the bookcase appeared again behind me. It had been designed to only do its magic while no one was looking. There was a spiral staircase at the end of the hall. I walked over and stepped on the first step. I yelled in surprise as it started rotating! I held on to the handrail tightly, realizing that the step I was on was sliding around down the spiral, along with the railing. It accelerated smoothly, faster and faster - but there was no sensation of g-forces. It was weird, I should have been thrown off as fast as this thing was going. Everything was a blur, I had no feeling for how far down I was going, but I felt it beginning to decelerate, so I just waited it out. I got to the bottom and looked at my watch. I wondered how long it had taken. I would time it on the way back up. It was pitch black, but the lights came on when I stepped off onto the floor. The room was cavernous. The closest thing I can compare it to is the 'bat cave'. There was another computer down there, too. The cabinet was the size of a large car, and there was a console with 3 built in monitors. They were huge. I sat in the chair, and the center monitor came to life with Aunt Frank's head. He talked to me. I had never seen such a realistic computer generated image. It was exactly like television video. "How are you doing Mike? I hope my strange requirements haven't upset your life too much". His voice was incredible - it was like he was there with me! "Fine Auntie. I . . . I'm . . . Well, the requirements WERE strange at first, but I'm starting to find that I enjoy crossdressing!" I answered halting, now knowing how sophisticated the computer was. "I'm glad to hear you're enjoying it! I'm sure they were upsetting at first, but it was necessary to keep you in those panties so the changes in your body could occur." His facial expressions were exactly the same as when he was alive! "Well, to tell you the truth, Auntie, I found the first couple of days challenging, but they were accompanied by an odd thrill!" He laughed heartily and said "I know precisely what you mean! It CAN be quite a thrill for men in our society where crossdressing is only accepted for women." "So what gives Auntie, evidently there's a lot of things you never shared with me." "I'm sorry about that Mike, I hope you don't feel slighted" "At first I did, then I realized you must have had a good reason." "Thank you. I want you to take my place, and I didn't want to prejudice you unnecessarily in one way, or the other." "Take your place as what?" "Super hero. I was known as 'Pantyman' to those who were aware of my alter-ego." I described my dream to him and he chuckled. "Actually the dream was fairly accurate in terms of what I could do as 'Pantyman'. The rest is kind of amusing!" "Auntie, I am not talking to a computer program. Your responses are too personal and specific for that. Are we talking via radio?" He looked sad for a moment and said "No, I am quite dead. Before I died, I scanned my entire brain into the computer. Its' advanced neural net contains all that is left of me. I was trying to rescue the last worker at that nuclear reactor problem last month, and got a fatal dose of radiation. The worker lived, I had used my body to shield her from the radiation. My rescue operations are always secret, which is just as well. Who wants to tell the press a Transvestite flew in and saved them?" I laughed and he began showing me video of some of his typical missions. His change from street clothes to "Pantyman" was easy. All he had to do was slip off his dress and his lingerie was already on underneath! We talked for hours. In fact, I fell asleep in the chair. I was awakened by a ringing sound. Aunt Frank said "That's the doorbell" from the monitor. I trotted over to the stairway and hopped on With a zoom I was back upstairs and went to the door. It was Sharon. "Oh sis, I'm so glad to see you! How are you doing?" "Great!" She had a package and looked nervous "Come on in!" I said and shut the door behind her. She looked upset, now. "What's up? You look bothered." "Auntie called me! He asked me to get you this" she handed me the package. In it was a beautiful skort/dress. "Oh wonderful!", I exclaimed. I quickly took my male clothes off and slipped into it. "Hey, it looks nice on you!" she said, sounding a little surprised. I went over to a mirror and looked. I smiled and said "yes, it does!". I walked over to the fireplace and threw my male clothes in. Her eyes widened. "Wow! You're going all the way aren't you?" "YES! It feels wonderful too!" "How could Aunt Frank have called me?" she asked, her voice tremulous. "OH! Come on, I'll show you." I realized now what the source of her fear was. We went into the office and I stood at the bookcase and said 'I am Pantyman'. Then I looked away, and she looked at me. The wall opened and she gasped when she realized it. I stepped onto the second step of the spiral staircase and she on the first. We went down slowly this time, I guess it compensated for two people. I stepped off, but the lights were already on. She gasped with surprise "Shades of Batman!" "Hello Sharon, dear." came Frank's voice from the computer. She jumped a little when she heard it, but ran over to the computer. She sat down in the chair and they began talking together. Later that evening, I sat on the back porch swing with Sharon. I had my arm around her, and she was relaxing against me as we watched the sun go down. "So you're really comfortable wearing all that lingerie and that dress huh?" "Yes sis, it feels right. It's like I've come home." "I'm glad sis. I sure miss Frankie, though. It's pretty weird talking to him inside that computer." I was startled to hear her call me sis, but it felt right. All was OK with the world now. Pantyman was back in action and I could still talk to Aunt Frank! It was going to be an interesting life. The End