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Chapter X Usually on Saturdays, Tom ran errands in the morning while Jen did the weekly laundry and vacuumed. But not this Saturday. While they were having breakfast, the phone rang. It was Jen's sister, Karen. Tom listened as they chatted. Something about a big sale at a local department store. Then Jen was shuffling through the morning paper. "I found it," she exclaimed into the phone. Tom looked over and saw she had the paper opened to a big, two page spread advertising a lingerie sale. Great. Just what he needed. Buy two and get one free. He was still feeling uncomfortable as only his bathrobe covered the fact he was dressed in the bra and panties. "Here," Jen said, thrusting the phone at Tom. "Karen wants to say hi." Tom took the phone. Under the circumstances he really didn't feel like talking to Karen. It felt funny talking to Jen's sister dressed as he was. "Hi Karen." "Tom," Karen began. "Mike put the TV that we're giving you guys into my backseat. I know you always go off in the morning but could you stick around and help unload it?" "Uhhh sure, I guess." His errands could wait. After all they had been waiting for this second TV for their bedroom. "Thanks, doll." And she hung up. "So we're finally getting that TV," Jen said taking the phone back and placing it on its hook. "Karen's coming over in about an hour with it. Then we're going shopping, ok?" "Sure," Tom replied. He could do his errands afterwards. While they waited Jen asked Tom if he would help by bringing the laundry down. Step one was accomplished. Tom wasn't running off this morning. She knew Tom would definitely want to take his bra off before Karen arrived. That was ok... He'd been somewhat self-conscious this morning so she knew he would refuse to keep it on for Karen. After all, he thought she didn't know a thing about it. They were putting dirty laundry into the washer; Jen tossing the clothes in while Tom sort of watched. "What say we wash that bra of yours," Jen asked and with a giggle added; "You've been wearing it a lot lately." "Very funny," Tom replied but was quick to shrug off his robe, unhook the bra and throw it into the washing machine. "Uh, uhh," Jen said, slapping at his hands when he started to pull the panties off too. "Keep those on." "But...," Tom began. Christ. Karen was coming over. Thankfully he wasn't still in the bra. "Your sister is coming over..." "Oh don't worry. She won't be able to tell what you've got on under your pants." "Ok," Tom muttered resignedly. She was right. The panties probably wouldn't show. "Of course it might help if you were wearing pants when she arrived," Jen teased. With that, Tom went upstairs to get dressed. It would have been easy to take the panties off, but he didn't. He wasn't sure why but he kept them on. He quickly pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and went back downstairs. He'd take them off later after the girls left. "See," Jen said when she saw him. "Nothing to worry about. I can't tell you've got panties on." "Thanks," Tom said, not exactly happy at the reminder. While he was upstairs, Jen had taken the vacuum out. Now she pointed to it and asked if he would mind doing the downstairs while she made the bed. Well making the bed didn't take very long so Jen relaxed upstairs while Tom vacuumed away. Although she and Karen hadn't planned this part, she was quite pleased. He was doing her chores. Something a girl could easily get used to. After a few more minutes the vacuum stopped and she heard Tom putting it away in the closet. "Could you change the laundry, hon?" she called down. "Sure .... Just a second." She had to smile as she heard him trudge off to the laundry room. Then her phone rang on her nightstand. "Hi. It's me," Karen said. "Hi." "Hey, I'm on my way over. Can you talk? How's Mr. Macho? " Jen giggled. "Well he spent the night all dressed up in one of my nightgowns. But I didn't let him cum. I'm sure he's more than ready now." "Anything else?" "Well I taught him how to put on a bra this morning. He looked so cute, practicing." The girls laughed. "Oh," she added. "Just so you know, he's not wearing a bra but he does have panties on under his clothes." "Ok," Karen answered with a gleeful tone. "This should be fun. See you in a few minutes." Jen went down stairs as Tom was just finishing up putting the light colored load into the dryer. The other load was already in the washer. "Hi," she said. "That was Karen. She'll be here any minute." Tom nodded. Although no one else could tell he was wearing panties, he certainly knew. It made him feel a bit embarrassed. He threw a static cling sheet into the dryer and started it. "I made room upstairs for the TV," Jen said. "On my dresser." "Ok," Tom replied. Then they heard a car roll into the driveway. "That's her," Jen smiled. They both went to the door as Karen came up the walkway. "Hi Sis." "Hi," Karen answered with a smile. "And hi to you, Tom." "Hi," Tom nodded. This shouldn't take too long. Run the TV upstairs. Wait a few minutes for the girls to leave and then hop out of these damn panties so he could go out to do his errands without feeling embarrassed. "Let me grab the TV." Karen held the front door while Tom lugged the TV into the house. Then she followed him upstairs to where Jen was waiting in the bedroom. "Right here," Jen gestured and Tom carefully dropped the TV onto her dresser. He then proceeded to plug it in and hook up the antenna. "Let's see if it works," Karen said flipping it on. Slowly the picture materialized but it was fuzzy. No cable upstairs yet so they were doing their best with rabbit ears. "The cable guy isn't supposed to come until later next week," Jen said. "Let's see if we can get the picture in a little better." Under the girl's direction Tom adjusted the antenna. Eventually the picture was passable. "Hey I thought you two were hot to go shopping," Tom said when it seemed that whatever show was on had caught the girl's interest. "Yeah... in a couple of minutes. Let's just see what happens next." Both girls were sitting on the bed, facing the television. It was some silly quiz show. "Care to join us?" Karen said patting the bed between her and her sister. Tom rolled his eyes but then sat down. "What's the matter?" Jen asked. "It'll be over in a minute. Then we'll be on our way." "You could always join us," Karen added, smiling. "Shopping?" "Sure. It's quite a big sale." "Somehow I don't think it's for anything I need," Tom replied. "Are you sure?" Jen piped up, grinning. "It's a lingerie sale." Quickly Tom gave her a dirty look. Be quiet, he wanted to say. "A two for one sale," Karen smilingly added. "You know. Buy two bras or panties and get one free." "No thanks." The discussion of lingerie was making him uncomfortable. "Are you sure?" Karen sounded disappointed. "Wouldn't you like to pick out some sexy things for Jen?" "I think I'll pass," Tom replied. "Oh Tom," Jen chimed in. "C'mon. You can help me pick out some nice new bras and panties with lots of lace." She smiled, sensing his discomfort. "And nightgowns. A girl never has too many nightgowns." Tom's face reddened slightly at the reference to last night's outfit. He gave his wife another dirty look. "Then it's settled," Karen said with a smile. "You're coming with us." "Huh?" Tom began. He hadn't agreed to anything. "What so you mean? I've got other errands to do." "Oh those can wait. Shopping with us will be so much more fun." The girls smiled at him. "But... but... I don't want to go shopping." "Sure you do," Jen said. With a nod to her sister she grasped Tom's wrist. Karen did the same. "Hey..." Tom exclaimed as the girls suddenly yanked his arms over his head and pushed him back onto the bed. "Wha..." Karen scooted around and sat squarely on his arms, pinning them to the bed. Jen meanwhile straddled his stomach. "Hey... Stop it... Let me up." "I don't think so," Jen answered. "Not until you agree to go shopping with us." As she spoke, she poked his ribs lightly. "Cut it out." Tom squirmed. She smiled and tickled him again but with Karen holding his arms captive, all he could do was laugh and wriggle. "No... Ha ha...No!... Hee ha..." "Are you going to come shopping?" Both girls were tickling him now. His ribs and underarms were at their mercy." "Stop... Stop it!.... Ha ha ha..... Hee hee ha ha... Stop!" "Come shopping." Poke. Poke. Tickle. Tickle. Jen went after Tom's ribs while Karen attacked his exposed underarms. "Ha ha ha.... Heee hee ha....Oh Stop! Please! Please Stop!" Tickle. Tickle. "Not until you agree to come shopping with us." "Ok.... Ok!.... I'll go! I'll go!" Triumphantly the girls sat back as poor Tom gasped. Slowly his breath came back. What the heck had just happened? He'd been tickled by these two girls. Well not just tickled, but held down and tickled until he agreed to go shopping. He'd been unable to fend the girls off and had he not given in, they would still be tickling him! "Ok...," Tom said. "Let me up now." Jen's smile widened as she realized her husband was still trapped. Karen hadn't released his arms yet and she herself was still sitting on his hips. What a perfect opportunity to show him that the girls were in control. "Not just yet." She dropped her hands to Tom's belt and proceeded to unbuckle it. "Hey! What are you doing?" Tom exclaimed. He wriggled about but with Karen firmly planted on his arms; he was unable to stop Jen who, with the belt undone, was busily unzipping him. "Stop!" he cried realizing she was pulling his pants down so as to expose what he was wearing to Karen. "I think its time to show my sister what you decided to put on this morning," Jen said with a wide smile. "No!" Too late. Jen yanked open his pants showing off the pink panties for Karen to see. "Take a look, Sis," Jen pointed with her eyes to Tom's crotch. "Oh Tom," Karen exclaimed gleefully. "That's so cute! When did you start wearing panties?" Tom's face turned bright red. Having Karen see him like this was embarrassing to say the least. Damn Jen for doing this! "And to think you didn't want to go shopping with us...." "Dammit.... Jen.. Karen... Let me up!" Tom struggled to free himself. He twisted about and tried to pull his arms from beneath Karen. "Oh no you don't!" Karen exclaimed trapping his arms once again. Then she immediately started to tickle him again; poking her fingers into his ribs and armpits. "No!....Ha... ha...hee... hee." Poor Tom was beside himself. Jen joined in and in no time he was laughing and wriggling helplessly beneath them. "Let's get his clothes off," Karen suggested. "I want to see him in just panties." "No!" But Tom's objections proved futile. While Karen continued to tickle him Jen worked his pants down. She pulled off his socks and sneakers and then straddled his legs again. Laughing and wriggling helplessly, Tom could do nothing to stop them. The girls switched and Jen took over tickling him. "Oh God!...Ha...ha... Hee... hee.... No! ...Stop!" Tom cried desperately. Karen grasped his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head so that Tom was displayed beneath them clad only in his pink panties. "Oh God! Stop!" Tom cried breathlessly. "Stop! I can't take it!" The poor boy was laughing hard and gasping for breath as the girls continued their tickle torture. Finally, when they sensed he had had enough, they stopped. "Oh God... "Tom lay helplessly gasping for breath. "Don't do that again," he moaned looking up into Jen's smiling face. "Don't make us have to," Jen answered in a tone that told Tom he'd better cooperate. Oh God, Tom thought to himself. What had just happened? The girls had overpowered him, held him down and tickled him silly. Twice. And he'd been unable to do a thing about it. Like it or not he was at their mercy this morning. "Let me up?" he asked again. "Please." The girls smiled. Tom was learning. "Ok," Jen replied. "But first tell Karen what else you've been wearing." "Yes," Karen chimed in. "Tell me." Poor Tom was mortified. But he didn't want to be tickled again, that was for sure. "A bra." Karen's smile widened. "You've got a bra to go with your new panties?" Tom nodded feeling his face turn a deeper shade of red. "Will you put it on and show me?" Oh God. But Tom didn't have a choice. He nodded his head again. "Ok Tom," Erin said. "We're going to let you up. Go downstairs and get your bra from the laundry. It should be dry now." The girls got up off the bed, releasing Tom. "Oh Tom," Erin added as her husband headed for the bedroom door. "Be wearing it when you return." .... Five minutes later a red-faced Tom reappeared wearing his new pink bra. He was sporting an erection he could do nothing to hide. The girls had to laugh. "Oh Tom," Karen giggled. "You look adorable." "And so does little Tommy," Erin added, grinning. The girls had Tom waltz around the bedroom and model his new underwear. He couldn't have felt more embarrassed as they teased him about how cute he looked. Finally Karen motioned for him to come to her. "What size bra are you wearing?" Tom hesitated. Actually he didn't have any idea. Jen had bought it and he hadn't bothered to look. He shrugged. "You don't know what your bra size is?" Karen's smile grew. "We'll just have to see, now won't we? Turn around." "38-B," Karen exclaimed, reading the tag. "Yes," Jen said. "He really ought to have an A cup but I couldn't find one in a 38." Her face lit up. "I know.... We can pad him a little." The girls quickly got tissues and stuffed them into Tom's cups so that he filled out the bra. "There," Jen exclaimed happily. "That looks much better. What do you think, Tom?" "Sure..." Tom muttered. What could he say? The girls decided a list was in order; especially since they were now shopping for three. Of course, as it turned out, the list was only for Tom. Bras and panties. And definitely several nightgowns. Pantyhose or stockings? The girls couldn't decide so they wrote down both. Tom stood meekly by as they gleefully added items to the list. He really didn't want to do this. Modeling the bra and panties for Karen had been embarrassing but nothing compared to what he would feel in the store. Finally the list was complete. "Here," Karen said, tossing Tom his t-shirt. "Put your clothes back on." Thankfully Tom took the t-shirt. Then he reached behind to undo the bra. "What are you doing?" Karen asked when she saw Tom fiddling with the hook. "Don't take it off." "But... but..." Tom began and turned hopefully to Jen. "I can't go out like this." "Of course not silly," Jen smiled. "Put your t-shirt on." "But... it'll show...people will see." "Let's see....Put it on." Reluctantly Tom pulled the t-shirt over his head. His little boobies, stuffed with tissues, poked out quite visibly. "Hmmm," Karen said thoughtfully. "They are kind of obvious. What do you think Jen?" "Maybe a sweater?" She turned to her dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a fluffy pink sweater. "This one is sort of big on me. It may just work." Then she handed it to Tom. On it went over his t-shirt. He looked down and saw that it wasn't too bad. It mostly hid the fact that he was wearing a bra. If only it weren't quite soooo pink. "I think that might just do it," Jen said with a satisfied smile. "But ... " Tom began. "It's a girl's sweater... Everyone can tell that. Christ! It's pink!" "Now Tom," Jen smiled impishly. "You've got a girl's bra on and you're wearing girl's panties. Why wouldn't you wear a girl's sweater?" Tom gulped. He didn't have an answer to that. "Now stop complaining or you might end up in a skirt too." Chapter XI "Thank you," Jen said with a smile as Tom held the door for the girls. Victoria's Secret was jammed even though it was still fairly early on a Saturday morning. The sale. Tom gulped as he took in all the lingerie being modeled by mannequins. He was very aware of his bra beneath the pink sweater. Thank god he had managed to get rid of the tissues. Now his little boobies didn't stick out at all. He just hoped the bra wouldn't be visible beneath his clothes. If only the damn sweater wasn't sooo pink! "Well where shall we start?" Jen asked impishly. "Bras first," Karen answered. "I need a couple. So do you." She giggled. "And so does Mr. Macho here." Tom blushed. God this was going to be embarrassing! He followed meekly as the girls led him towards a rack filled with lacy bras in various colors. "Ooooh, Tom," Jen teased. "So many bras...I bet you wish you could buy one of each." The girls giggled as Tom grimaced. "Can I help you?" Oh Jeez, Tom muttered to himself. A salesgirl. Just what they needed. Tom looked a little more closely at her. She looked to be still in high school. "Oh hi," Jen said with a smile. "We're looking for some new bras and panties and other lingerie. We saw the buy two get one free ad in today's paper so here we are." "Well my name is Courtney. Bras are here." She held out her hand to point. "Panties over there." Again she pointed. "I'll be around if you need any help." "Thanks," Jen replied picking out a lacy black bra in her size. "Nice sweater." Courtney smiled at Tom and walked away. Oh Christ, Tom thought to himself. She can tell! It's so obvious that it's a girl's sweater! He looked over and saw Courtney talking with another salesgirl. They were giggling. Oh God! She definitely knows! "Jen," he began. "Let's get out of here....The... the salesgirl knows..." "Now Tom, she just complimented you on the sweater. That's all." Jen smiled. Then with a firm tone she continued. "Now we're not leaving here until we finish our shopping. All our shopping." Tom gulped hearing the emphasis she put on the word ?all'. Then as he stood there, Jen moved along the counter examining several bras. She'd already picked out three or four for herself. "Oh Tom," Karen called from another counter. Tom looked. She was smiling impishly and holding up a black bra for him to see. "What do you think? Do you like it?" Quickly Tom hurried over to her mouthing ?ssshhhhhh' as he went. "Please, Karen..." he began. "Not so loud." "Oh Tom," she said with a smile. "Don't turn bashful on us now." She held out the tag. "See," she continued. "It's a 38-B.... just your size." Oh God. Tom's embarrassment grew. He could see the cute salesgirl, Courtney, eyeing them as Karen held the bra up by its straps. "Oh you'll look adorable in that," Jen chimed as she joined them. "I wonder if they have matching panties." She looked about and before Tom realized what she was up to, she motioned for the salesgirl to come over. "Would you have some matching panties for this?" She pointed to the bra in Karen's hands. "I think we should be able to," Courtney said taking the bra from Karen. "What size?" Karen looked pointedly at Tom and answered. "I think a large would be in order." "Bikini or would you prefer something else?" Courtney asked over her shoulder as she led them toward the panty counter. "Tom?" Karen asked impishly. "Noooooo" he mouthed, frantically shaking his head. Stop asking me! Thankfully the salesgirl was looking ahead. Karen however, was enjoying Tom's discomfort. "Here," the salesgirl said stopping to select a black lace panty. She held it up. "We have it in regular like this." She reached into the bin. "Or bikini like this. Which do you prefer?" "Well Tom?" Karen asked again. "Which do you like better?" Tom felt his face turn a bright red. He just wanted to die. He saw Courtney's eyes dart from Karen to Jen as she sensed this wasn't going to be an ordinary sale. He wanted to be out of there as quickly as possible. "That one," he mumbled sulkily, pointing to the regular panties with his eyes. "These?" Courtney lightly shook the regular panties. Tom nodded. "Don't forget the sale today though. If you also buy the bikinis, you can get another panty for free." She smiled and, looking at the three of them, asked. "Would you like to buy the bikinis too?" "Tom?" Karen grinned. "Ok... Sure," he hurriedly answered. God he just wanted to leave! But Courtney, seeing the possibility of a sale, wasn't done. Tom wasn't the first man she had sold women's lingerie to; but he was the first accompanied by two girls. His embarrassment was quite obvious and she thought that could be to her advantage. Rightly sensing he would buy anything just to get out as quickly as he could, she continued. "We have this bra in other colors too, you know. Buy one in white or yellow and you can get a third one in pink for free. Would you like to do that?" Oh Jeez, Tom moaned to himself and shut his eyes momentarily. "Of course he would," Jen chimed in. Then she counted on her fingers. "We'll need some more panties too. Three bras and six panties." She turned and smiled sweetly to her red-faced husband. Tom was mortified but unfortunately they weren't done yet. After selecting his new bras and panties, they marched over to nightgowns. Then came a camisole and after that they added a garter belt for his new stockings. Finally they were at the checkout. By now Courtney and the Jen and Karen were chatting away like old friends as Tom paid with his credit card. He wished he could fall into a hole in the ground as the girls made sure Courtney knew they were buying most of the things for him. Not realizing it, he left his wallet on the counter. Chapter XII "There," Tom exclaimed as he dumped the last of the packages onto the bed. This was his second trip in from the car. Jen had just finished putting her new clothes away. This last batch was all Tom's. She walked over to his dresser and pulled open a drawer. Out came his boy underpants. "Let's have your new panties," Jen said motioning him to bring the bag with his lingerie over to her. She took the bag and fished out his panties, placing them in the drawer where his underpants had been. "Here Karen. Take these downstairs, would you?" She smiled toward her husband. "We'll put them into the trash later as he's not going to need them anymore." "Hey.... Wait a second," Tom began. They were taking his underpants! "Tom," Jen cut in before he could continue. "If you didn't plan on wearing panties all the time, why on earth did you buy so many of them?" "But... but," he stammered. He didn't want to buy them. It was all their idea! "You wanted me to get more!" "And you did," Jen smiled. "Now you don't need these yuckky boy underpants anymore, do you?" Tom gulped as Karen waltzed out of the room with his underpants. Down the stairs she went. Christ! He was going to be wearing panties every day now. Then to his dismay, he felt little Tommy getting stiff. Just what he needed now! "Don't worry," Karen chimed in to reassure him. "Nobody will know what you've got on under your pants when you go to work." She looked pointedly down at him. "I can't tell that you're wearing panties." She smiled. "Can you Jen?" "Well," she began. She stared at Tom's crotch for a moment. "You're right. I can't tell what he's got on." She smiled though, having noticed his stiffening erection. "But I just hope you don't walk around work sporting a hardon like that. Otherwise I'm sure people will begin to talk." Instinctively Tom covered his crotch with his hands. Damn little Tommy. Always at the most inopportune times! "Oh Tom," Jen said with a smile as she stepped close and pushed his hands away. "You're so cute..... Getting excited like this. Is little Tommy trying to say he wants to try on his new clothes?" "I think so," Karen said, giggling. Oh Jeez, Tom thought to himself as Jen unbuckled his belt. "Well, let's get out of these pants." She pushed the waistband down until his pants dropped to the floor. Tom's erect penis tented out the pink panties as Jen dropped to her knees and undid his sneakers. Once they were off, Tom's pants immediately followed. Then smiling to herself, Jen trailed her fingers up Tom's leg as she stood. Tom's erection was sticking straight out in the panties. It was so cute! She fondled him. "Oh Tom," Jen murmured. "Can't you wear panties without getting hard?" Tom's face reddened. "Just look at you poking out down here. And these are regular panties. I sure hope you can fit into the bikinis we bought." She smiled. "How about we make sure they'll fit." Tom waited while Jen retrieved one of his new pink bikini panties. "Here," she said, holding them out to him. "Take those off and put these on." Tom took the panties and turned shyly away from the girls as he shed the ones he was wearing. Then he slipped the bikinis on and up over his hips before turning back. The girls looked approvingly at Tom in his new bikinis. Although the panties were stretched tightly over his protruding penis, he wasn't big enough for it to be a real problem. "Whew," Jen said with a smile. "They fit." "Yes," Karen teased. "Now you can go to work and not have to worry about your little thingy sticking out of your panties." Tom gulped at the mention of wearing panties to work. He wasn't looking forward to that. Now maybe it was last nights teasing or the shopping or the dressing up for Jen and her sister, but whatever, the all too familiar feeling began to grow in his crotch. He gulped again as he realized he couldn't control his excitement as it continued to build. Then, red-faced with embarrassment, he gasped as his orgasm began. "Oh my God!" Karen exclaimed. "Look what he's doing! ... He's coming!" "Tom!" Jen admonished. "Stop! Stop it." That was almost laughable. No way could Tom stop himself. Jen realized that almost as soon as it came out of her mouth. "Oh Tom," she said in an exasperated voice. Darn! At least they had gotten him to the store and back. But now their other plans might have to wait. The girls waited until Tom finished spurting and his breathing returned to normal. The front of his panties was soaked and they watched as his erection wilted before them. "Why don't you go into the bathroom? Get out of those panties and clean yourself up," Jen suggested to her embarrassed husband. Without looking at them, Tom fled the bedroom. In the bathroom he quickly stripped off the panties and grabbed a washcloth to wipe off his now deflated penis. He was mortified at what had just happened; coming in front of the girls dressed as he was. He glanced in the mirror and realized he was still wearing Jen's sweater. Off it came. Then off came the t-shirt he'd put on under it. And finally off came the bra. He was done wearing these things! He put the t-shirt back on and glanced in the mirror. He had no underpants and his penis dangled down, visible for all to see. Oh well. They'd seen him cum; seeing him naked from the waist down wasn't any worse. And it was only till he got the rest of his clothes and got dressed. He stepped out of the bathroom. Meanwhile the girls, realizing Tom's mood had changed, decided how best to salvage the situation. Karen told Jen she had locked Tom's underpants in the trunk of her car. At least he wouldn't be getting back into them today. Jen wanted Tom back in panties. Maybe they couldn't get him to model his new clothes like they had planned but if they could get him back into panties and a bra, she would feel better. And Tom would learn that bras and panties were going to be a part of his life from now on. Well they had overpowered him earlier but Jen wasn't sure they'd be able to do it again, now that little Tommy wouldn't be there to help. So to be on the safe side, she retrieved the keys to both cars and hid them so that Tom couldn't leave. Finally she picked up Tom's pants, sneakers and socks from the floor and threw them under the bed just as Tom returned. Seeing him stomp back in naked from the waist down with his privates flopping around gave her an idea that might turn the tables in their favor again. . . . Tom stalked back into the bedroom, ignoring the girls. He was done playing their games. Over to his dresser he went and pulled open his underwear drawer. Six pair of panties stared back at him. Damn! He'd forgotten the girls had taken his underpants. "Why don't you try on the black ones?" Jen suggested, smiling playfully. "No thanks," Tom retorted. "How about giving back my underpants?" "Uh uh," Karen answered with a laugh. "Those are hidden.... You can look around the house all afternoon and you won't find them." Ok... he thought to himself. I'll just throw some pants on until I find my underpants. He turned to where he had left his pants on the floor. They were gone. Ok... he had other pants. He started toward the closet but the girls, expecting that, were already in position blocking the door. "Nope," Jen said as Tom approached. "This closet is off limits." "Huh?" Tom asked incredulously. "What do you mean ?off limits'?" "Just what it sounds like. You're not allowed in this closet." "Of course," Karen added with a grin. "You can always wear something from Jen's closet." "Very funny," Tom said. "Now come on. Get out of my way so I can put on some clothes." "Nope," Jen said. She and Karen stood with their arms folded across their chests. "What are you going to do.... Beat us up?" Now Tom couldn't do that. He would never hit a girl and Jen knew that. It became a stalemate. "I'll tell you what Tom," Jen began. A compromise might work. "If you go put on the black bikini panties you just bought, we'll give you a pair of pants." She smiled at him. "Ok?" Jesus Christ. No! No way was he getting back into panties! "Uh uh," he answered shaking his head. "Ok... Not the black ones. Would you rather put on the pink ones or the yellow ones instead?" "Neither," Tom replied. "I'm not getting into panties again." "Now Tom," Jen said looking pointedly at his crotch. "I would think you'd want to cover that little fellow up. You've got no boy underpants and you're not getting into this closet. Unless you plan to spend the afternoon showing off just how big you are, you may want to put those panties on." Tom glanced down at his limp penis, blushing slightly at Jen's reference to his size. He pulled the t-shirt down hoping to cover himself. No luck. He covered himself as best he could with his hands and stepped away from the girls. "I'm not going to wear panties," Tom said sulkily. He sat down on the bed and yanked the covers around him. Jen stepped over to Tom's dresser. "Well in case you change your mind, what color would you like? Yellow, pink or black?" "I'm not changing my mind," Tom retorted. "Ok then. Black it is." Jen took out Tom's new lacy black bikini panties and marched over to the bed. Karen was already there going through the packages. With a smile she held up the matching black lace bra. "Now Tom," Jen began, sitting down on one side of her husband as Karen sat down on the other. "I really want you back in a bra and panties." She smiled sweetly, and then continued. "Now you can put them on nicely or Karen and I will help you.... And we won't be particularly nice about it." "So what's it going to be?" Tom gulped as he looked at the two girls. He recalled how they had overpowered him earlier.... Could they do it again? He glanced down at his deflated penis. At least this time little Tommy wasn't helping them. "No," he finally answered. "I told you. I'm not getting back into girl's clothes again." "So you want us to help you, is that it?" "No!" Tom exclaimed. He didn't want any help! He pushed himself up. However before he could rise, the girls each grabbed an arm and pulled him back down. He lost his balance and found himself on his back while the covers were unceremoniously yanked away. Jen's hand snaked between his legs. "Owwwww! Leggo!" Jen smiled triumphantly and squeezed again. "Owwww! Let go! That hurts!" Jen stopped squeezing but kept a firm grip. "Now, about those panties..." Tom gulped. All of a sudden he was at a distinct disadvantage. Jen literally had him by the balls. "Oww," Tom yelped when she squeezed threateningly. "Panties... And a bra. Ok?" Tom knew he didn't have a choice. He slowly nodded his head. "Wise decision," Jen said with a smile. "Hold your arms out," Karen instructed. Jen gave his balls a little squeeze and Tom quickly raised his arms. Karen pulled his t-shirt off and then slipped the bra on and scooted around on the bed to hook it behind him. "Now stand up." Tom did as he was told while Karen knelt in front of him. She took the panties from her sister and indicated for Tom to step into them. He did and then she worked them up his legs. Jen let go and the panties went over his hips. The girls stepped back and nodded approvingly. Tom looked cute in his new black bra and panties. Too bad he still didn't fill out his size B cups though. They really ought to make a training bra in his size. Tom meanwhile briefly contemplated trying to escape but gave up after realizing the girls would catch him. He couldn't leave the house dressed as he was. And once they caught him, he was sure to be in more trouble than he was already. "Let's get some tissues." Jen said and started toward her nightstand where she kept a box. Then a red-faced Tom stood quietly while the girls "oohed" and "ahhed" as they stuffed his bra. His new ?little boobies' soon filled out each cup.