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"Yeah, I've got him 'ridin' the cotton pony' all this week!"
"Seriously, you make him use pantiliners?"
"Of course, and he's using the heavy pads today."
"You don't have him using tampons, do you?" Miss Johnson asked
incredulously.
"And why not?" Mother responded without delay. "He wants to wear girl's
panties, and then he gets to enjoy the feminine and suffer the curse. And
besides, he wiggles his butt so much more girlishly when he's inserted a
tampon. Watch when he comes back in."
James entered the room wearing his regular 'boy' clothes but Mother and
Miss Johnson watched as he walked to the kitchen sink with some dishes
he'd removed from his room.
"You see what I mean, don't you, Janice. He wiggles his butt so feminine
when he's using a tampon. Don't you, James.
James turned toward the women, his faced totally red with embarrassment.
He couldn't believe he was about to acknowledge to Miss Johnson that he
was indeed using a tampon. "It feels a little funny so I walk a little
different, that's all," he tried desperately to defend himself.
"I think if you took smaller steps, and placed your feet a little closer
to the front, like you were walking on a line, then your bum wouldn't
wiggle so girlishly, but it doesn't help knowing that you're wearing a
girl's panties under your jeans, James."
"Has he started wearing bras as well?" Miss Johnson asked Mother.
"I purchased some padded training bras that I've asked him to wear about
the house when he gets home from school. James, why don't you show Miss
Johnson your training bra?" Mother requested from James. He knew this was
not a suggestion, but a request that he had to follow. He dried his hands
with the hand towel and started unbuttoning the shirt as he walked toward
Miss Johnson.
"Take your shirt all the way off, please," Mother said.
Again James started turning beet red. He was hoping to just unbutton the
shirt a little bit and maybe show Miss Johnson that he was indeed wearing
a bra, but now Mother was making him start to undress. He prayed that she
wouldn't make him remove his trousers.
James took off the shirt and stood before Mother and Miss Johnson wearing
only his pants and a young girl's training bra. It was a "Y" back padded
sports bra and Mother made sure that she'd purchased only the most
colorful, femininely printed floral patterns with the little bow sewed
delicately between the bra cups. And it was padded. James didn't know what
this meant until recently.
"And off with the pants, please," Mother said. "I want Miss Johnson to see
that you are in fact using a maxi pad. Don't worry, dear. It's only us
girls here and we've all seen what a maxi looks like in a panty. It's not
you're showing us something we haven't seen or experienced.
Miss Johnson didn't even seem embarrassed as James unbuckled the belt of
his jeans and unhooked the waist button. He zipped down the zipper a bit
slower than usual as he'd never had to undress in front of women like
this. Especially knowing that Mother made him wear a perfectly feminine
panty from the selection of lingerie he recently acquired. He had left his
shoes on; hoping that he'd get to pull his pants up quickly after Mother
and Miss Johnson had indeed seen the outline of the maxi pad on his panty.
"You're going to have to take your shoes off, James, to step out of those
jeans," Mother commented.
"It's really cold in here today, Mother. I was hoping to keep my clothes
on," James pleaded, but then walked awkwardly toward the chair so he could
sit to remove his shoes. Miss Johnson could see the outline of the maxi
pad on the bottom of the panty and smiled at Mother.
"Which brand of tampon did you select, James?" Miss Johnson asked
inquisitively. I'm a pearl girl myself, and think that the plastic
applicator is much more comfortable when inserting the tampon," Miss
Johnson was talking like it really was just women in the room and didn't
think it inappropriate to discuss the topic without embarrassing James to
death.
"Oh, I agree," Mother chimed in. That plastic applicator is 100% better
than those paper tubes. What do you think, James? You've tried them both
by now. Which is easier for you?" she asked, looking at him as he sat on
the chair, lifting his foot so he could untie his shoe. It was obvious
from the ladies point of view that the view he was giving them of his
spread legs was much more that any person would want. He tried closing his
legs a little so they wouldn't be staring at the gusset of his panties.
"What cute panties, James," Miss Johnson observed. You're just going to
have to tell me where you bought that pair. I think I'd wear a panty that
pretty, but not during my period. I only wear my boring red or black
cotton panties during my time of the month."
At this point Mother commented on the maxi pad ad that said a girl could
pick any panty, even her most pretty delicates if she were wearing the
right maxi pad. "Right, James?" Mother asked.
James quickly removed his shoes and stood in front of Mother and Miss
Johnson. "Yes, according to a recent ad in Glamour, I can wear 'even
those' and not be worried about leaks," James responded to Mother's
question.
"Well, like you said, James, It's a bit cold in here, but since you're
wearing such a cute undie set, why don't you go put on something a little
more appropriate since you're doing the 'women's work' about the house. I
left some new things on your bed I want to see you in."
James walked quickly from the living room where Miss Johnson and Mother
were quietly sipping tea and talking. Mother started telling Miss Johnson
how all this girly stuff started.
"I found a pair of panties under his mattress, Janice," Mother said. "And
they weren't clean but soiled in a manner that was quite obvious James had
been wearing them and masturbating. There were numerous semen stains on
the front. If he'd just been rubbing the nylon material over his penis,
then I should have found semen stains throughout the material, but all the
stains on this panty were right where the tip of his engorged member would
be. It was obvious he was wearing the panty while he was masturbating. I
didn't say anything but I did remove the panty and washed it. Then I
placed it with his regular underwear pile in between a couple of pairs. I
knew he'd find that I'd washed his delicates and there would be no denying
that those were in fact his panties."
"And they were the sissiest panties I'd ever seen. Not some simple cotton
or nylon bikini style panty but a lacy nylon brief with a floral print and
a delicate trimming around the leggings and waistband. I'll have him bring
them out later. You'll just die when you see what a sissy I've got for a
child."
"Anyway, James didn't say anything about the panties. I knew that he knew
I'd washed them and I think he was waiting for me to say something. I just
smiled like there was nothing happening and our conversations around the
dinner table where just about school and stuff. I tried to stay away from
all conversations about fashion. But then I got the notion that if this
subject were to come out into the open, it would be me that had to bring
it up."
"I told James that I was going shopping and was there anything he needed.
Like underwear or socks? He looked at me kind of strange, but confirmed
that he had plenty of everything and needed nothing that he could think
of. I let it go at that."
"When I did go shopping, I found a store that sold those sissy kinds of
panties and purchased enough that James didn't have to soil just one pair
of panties. I was going to get him enough to really enjoy the sensations
of nylon against his privates. And of course they had those cute racer
back and young girl's first bras. Padded, of course, so I bought some of
those as well. When I got home, I removed most of his boy undies. I left a
couple for gym days at school, but threw many out. Those boy things are so
disgusting anyway, and I filled his panty drawer. And I've been on a roll
ever since."
"What did James say when he saw the drawer full of delicates?" Miss
Johnson asked with a slight giggle in her voice.
"Absolutely nothing. What could he say?" Mother asked Miss Johnson. "He
was caught with evidence of his nasty little habit and there was nothing
he could do about it. I knew he was embarrassed, but I wasn't going to
make it any easier for him. So that night at dinner I asked him if he was
going to thank me for the gift I left in his room. He bowed his head and
kind of mumbled a quiet thank you under his breath."
"Thank you for what?" I asked him, "Please be specific, James, and hold
your head up and talk directly to me so I can hear you," Mother was
telling Miss Johnson exactly how that conversation went as James walked
out of his room, wearing a black leotard and floral wrap-around Georgette
style skirt. He was also wearing a pair of tan tights and some ballet
flats. Mother told him to put on one of the aprons hanging in the kitchen
as he finished his work then continued her conversation with Miss Johnson.
"Now where were we?" she asked Miss Johnson.
"You expected James to thank you properly for the gifts you left in his
room."
"Oh, Yes!" And I made him look in my eyes when he did it. I moved up close
to his face and Janice, he said it just like this. "Thank you, Mother for
the new clothes you purchased for me today."
"New clothes? What new clothes did I purchase for you today, James?" I
looked right into his eyes. My face was really close to his. He started to
turn red again. You know how red James can get when he's embarrassed.
"The new underwear, Mother. I found the underwear you purchased for me in
my dresser."
"Panties and bras, dear," Mother corrected James. Girls wear panties and
bras, James."
"But get this, Janice. He was embarrassed to say panties and bras. He said
that boys weren't supposed to say those words. Like they were magical or
something and it was something that boys weren't supposed to talk about.
But I told him that boys don't wear panties and masturbate in them. Only
girls wear panties and bras. Then I asked James if he'd ever worn a girl's
panties before. He put his head down and nodded and said yes very quietly.
I told him to lift his head and tell me what he'd done."
"He looked at me, Janice, and told me that he'd worn the panties and
masturbated in them. I made him say that a few times. Then I asked him if
boys wore panties and he said no. I asked him if only girls wore panties
and bras and he said yes. Then I asked him to repeat what he said he'd
done with the panties I'd found under the mattress. He confirmed that he'd
worn the panties and masturbated in them."
"But James," Mother said, "Only girls wear panties," "So you must be a
girl, right?" "Janice, he agreed with me that he must be a girl. So that
is why I purchased all those pretty panties for you, James. Aren't you
happy?" "Janice, he was trapped, and he nodded his head at me and told me
he happy about the new clothes I purchased and we walked into his room and
I made him put all his new delicates on the bed. I made him look at each
one and tell me about it. I had him remove his shirt and taught him how to
put on his bras and we made adjustments. It was so much fun embarrassing
him like that."
Mother than called to James to go to his room and get that first panty
she'd found under his mattress. She made matters worse by explaining to
James that Miss Johnson wanted to see how feminine it was. Of course
Mother reminded him to walk as Miss Johnson had suggested, by placing his
feet in front of his body and taking smaller steps. She said that might
make him walk without that feminine swish, but James felt he was walking
more womanly that way. Of course, wearing a leotard and skirt, tights and
ballet flats didn't help in making him walk with a more masculine gate,
either.
James returned a few moments later with a purple panty brief in his hand.
Mother patted the sofa and suggested that he sit between Miss Johnson and
herself. James sat between the two ladies. Miss Johnson complimented him
on the cute skirt and asked if that were a leotard he was wearing.
James thanked Miss Johnson for the compliment and confirmed that it was a
leotard. Miss Johnson then took the purple panty and opened it and placed
it on James' lap. "You see what I mean, Janice," Can you imagine wearing
such a pretty panty if you were having your period?" Mother and Miss
Johnson chatted away with James trapped in the middle, talking about the
pretty color and the lace material and the size and width of the gusset
and whether or not it caused Visual Panty Lines (VPLs). Miss Johnson asked
James if it was comfortable and James was required to give her an honest
answer.
Miss Johnson asked James if he had indeed worn the panty longer than just
the time it took for him to masturbate in it. James had to confirm that
Mother required he wear his panties now 24 / 7 unless he had gym at
school. So he had indeed worn the panty for a whole day and found it to be
quite comfortable.
Miss Johnson asked him about the racer back bra he was wearing and whether
Mother made him wear that to school as well. James informed her that
Mother had purchased some training bras that were not padded and he wore
those to school. He said that he thought the school staff would frown upon
the knowledge that he was wearing a bra to school. He said he was grateful
that Mother didn't require him to wear padded bras but she now had him in
camisoles and training bras that didn't show through his shirts.
Eventually, Mother allowed James to get up and requested that he bring the
ladies some wine. James did as he was asked, trying to remember to walk
with smaller steps, as if he were walking on a line or tightrope, feeling
all night the tampon pressing against the inside of his bottom, the maxi
pad pressed against the inside of his legs, with the leotard pulling the
cotton material even closer and tight to his body. He wondered what Mother
was going to make him wear to bed.
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