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"So do you prefer my cotton panties, or the nylon panties, James?"
Mother asked me as I came in through the front door. I was taken back a
bit, not expecting Mother to ask me a question like this.
"Excuse me?" I replied.
"I think you heard me, dear. Do you prefer cotton or nylon panties? It's
a perfectly reasonable question. I'm going shopping this afternoon and
I'm going to buy you your own underwear. I want you to stop borrowing
mine, especially without asking. That's so impolite and I think a little
disgusting, wouldn't you agree, James?"
"I'm sorry, Mother, but I don't understand this line of questions. What
is it that you are implying?"
"Follow me, Son! Ha, Son, that is so funny. I'm sorry, James, I don't
mean any disrespect."
I followed her toward her room, and dumped on her bed was a basketful of
recently washed laundry. Mother had separated her panties from the other
clothing and pointed toward the pile.
"This is one week's worth of lingerie that I washed today, James. Let's
count the panties, shall we?"
Mother did not appear to be embarrassed counting her panties in front of
me. As a matter of fact, she seemed to enjoy making a big production out
of it. "Let's see," she said. "I wore this panty on Monday." She set the
yellow cotton brief over to the side. "I wore this pretty panty on
Tuesday, I remember because I was feeling kind of sexy. We girl's like
to wear black or red panties when we're feeling sexy. You should try
that this week. Oh, and this cotton brief on Wednesday. I'd tell you why
I remember that, but that is a little too personal for you to know
about. But let's just say, never mind. It's really none of your business
who I'm having a relationship with. And here's Thursday's panty. I
remember because I wore that floral skirt and wanted my panties to be
kind of flowery too. You know which skirt I'm talking about, James. I'll
bet you've borrowed that without asking as well, haven't you?"
And here's Friday's panty. I love this panty. It makes me feel happy and
I like to feel happy because the weekend is here. And then yesterday I
wore a pair of my older comfortable cotton bikini panties, oh, here it
is. She held up a white older pair of pretty cotton panties with a touch
of a design pattern throughout the material. "And yesterday was laundry
day. Hmmmm! It seems there are some extra panties in this pile, James. I
wonder how that could have happened. These are all my panties. A girl
recognizes her own panties. But I didn't wear them. So how do you
suppose they got put into the laundry hamper? I wonder?
"So instead of embarrassing you any further, I'm going to do the next
best logical thing and buy you your very own panties. Doesn't that sound
wonderful, dear? Then you won't have to borrow another woman's
intimates. You won't have to sneak around digging through my undies to
find that perfect little panty you want to wear for the day. Won't that
take a lot of stress out of your life? Being caught wearing a pair of
Mother's panties. I feel like you want to be close to me, and you wear
my pretty panties so you and I can be closer. Is that it? Is that why
you'd wear my panties? Well, it doesn't matter now, does it? You know,
James, a girl doesn't just wear pretty panties. I'll be more than happy
to measure you for a bra if you'd like. What else do you need? I'd hate
to think that I'm denying my son the lingerie he longs to wear."
Mother didn't even wait for me to respond. She handed me the panties I
was guilty of wearing. "These are yours now, dear. I hope you enjoy
wearing them. I'm going shopping now, toodle loo." Mother left, without
putting away her clothing on the bed. I guess she knew putting them away
wouldn't stop me from digging in her panty drawer. And now, she was on
her way to purchase me some of my own. I kind of wish she'd measured me
for a bra. I enjoy wearing the panties so much; a pretty bra would
probably make me feel a little more girlish.
I wasn't going to worry about that right now. I took the panties that
Mother had so graciously donated to me and went to my room. Now that she
knew I enjoyed wearing girl's clothes, I guessed it wouldn't hurt to put
them in a drawer of their own. And since Mother had just left to
purchase me some more, I went ahead and threw out some of my yucky boy
things. I knew that when Mother returned home, we were going to have a
conversation, so I started writing down some notes. Things like how long
I'd been wearing her things (since I was twelve), how often (once a
week), was it Mother's fault I was turning into a sissy (NO!). I just
sat at my desk and wrote down little notes about questions that I
thought she might ask me.
Not long afterward, I heard the garage door rise and knew that Mother
had arrived home. I should have just went out to the garage and
volunteered to help her bring bags in, but I didn't want to seem too
anxious about receiving panties that she'd left the house to obtain. I
did her come in a few times and heard the crinkling of those plastic
bags. It sounded like she'd purchased a lot of stuff.
"James!" I heard my name yelled across the house. "Would you come here,
please?"
I left the safety of my room and found Mother in the living room with a
number of plastic bags with names like 'Dress Barn,' 'Bed, Bath, and
Beyond,' and 'Victoria's Secret' written on them. "Come and sit down
next to me, dear." Mother patted the sofa cushion next to her. "First of
all, I'm going to have a hard time calling you 'James' or 'Jimmy.' Is
there maybe a girl's name you'd like to be called, dear?
"Jamie," I mumbled.
"Well, Jamie, that's a nice girl's name. You are not in trouble, Jamie.
I hope you know that. I just want to say from the start that I don't
believe that I did anything to encourage your dressing up, and I don't
think I failed you as a mother by not providing you the things you
needed, like 'boy's' clothes. Would you agree with that, Jamie?"
"Yes, Mother" I spoke a little louder this time, figuring if I wasn't in
trouble, then maybe I could be open and honest with Mother as we began
this discussion. "I don't believe there is anything that you've done
that would have encouraged me to engage in this abnormal behavior."
"I didn't say that you're behavior was abnormal, Jamie. A little
peculiar, maybe, but like I said, I'm not angry, and I've thought about
this for a while now and I don't think I'd mind you exploring what it
would be like to be a girl now and then. I just don't like the idea of
you wearing my clothes, especially my underwear. That's just not
appropriate. I've decided that if you'd like to borrow any of my
clothes, except my lingerie, you may ask nicely, and I'll probably allow
it. As for panties and other intimates, absolutely not! So I've bought
some panties for you, and some new ones for me and we won't need to
borrow each other's panties any longer, would you agree?
"Yes, Mother, and I'm sorry that I didn't talk with you about this
sooner." I tried to think of a different way to apologize but just
couldn't think of an appropriate apology for borrowing someone else's
underwear.
"Don't you worry, Jamie. I think this actually worked out better for us
both. I'm going to show you all the panties and bras I purchased for you
and me this evening. I'm going to let you see my delicates because I
don't want you to be so curious about what I'm wearing under my skirts
or dresses that you'd have to snoop around in my room.
Mother dumped all the panties she'd purchased from Victoria's Secret and
some from Wal-mart onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. There
were at least 50 panties on the table. There were some panty girdle,
womanly body briefs mixed in with some of the cutest young woman French
cut signature cotton briefs. It was a very feminine pile of panties and
I just sat there staring at it like it was the most beautiful pile of
clothing. Mother asked me to run and get a pair a scissors so we could
cut the tags off.
"The reason I want to do it this way, Jamie, is when we do our lingerie
at the end of the week, we'll know who's panties are whose and I hope
you won't feel all uncomfortable about me handling your panties and you
won't think anything about handling mine. It's not a big deal, is it?
It's just pretty material and touching a girl's bra or panties isn't
going to hurt. Let's take a look.
She'd pick up a panty, find the purchase tag, hold it out so I could
carefully cut the little plastic piece that holds the price tag on the
garment then tell me who the panty was for. It was really rather obvious
once we got started. Mother purchased me all the most girly panties she
could find, and I was happy to see that she'd gotten me a number of
pretty coordinating bras and some camis as well. The panties she'd
purchased for herself were more the Woman's styles, with more
foundational purposes. She did tell me that if I was interested in
getting some pretty panty girdles, we might go shopping together
sometime.
We spent a good 45 minutes separating the panties and bras into Mother's
or my piles. It was so nice to see my pile grow so abundantly. Mother
couldn't help but notice that I'd been eyeing the Dress Barn bag and the
Bed and Bath bag, as well. She knew I was wondering what feminine items
might be for me in those bags. "Don't worry, Jamie!" "We'll get to those
things in a moment."
"It's really nobody's business what style of underwear you choose to
wear, Jamie. But I do want to make a suggestion that you don't wear bras
or camis that someone might see. I'd be worried that boys might think
less of you and possibly harm you, thinking of you as some kind of
sissy. And that might be true, and that is okay with me, but please be
careful about what you wear when you leave the house. I just don't want
you to be hurt."
"I'll be careful, Mother. Thank you for your concern." With that, Mother
dumped out the Dress Barn bag and inside where two of the cutest dresses
any young woman would be happy to have hanging in her closet.
"I want you to be careful when you go outside, Jamie, but that doesn't
mean you have to dress some way you don't want to in your own home. I'd
think that with those cute panties you like to wear, you'd be
comfortable in a pretty dress to wear about the house. Am I wrong? I can
return these pretty dresses, but I didn't think you'd have any
objections to my buying you a dress or two, to wear around the house."
I stood and held one of the dresses to my body. It was a pink party
dress, absolutely gorgeous. I started crying. The second was a little
black dress. Mother said every young woman need a LBD and I knew exactly
what she meant. We cut the tags off and talked about the dresses for a
while. Mother made suggestions about tights or pantyhose. We looked at
some of the bras and panties and picked out pairs that would be perfect
with the dresses. Mother pulled out a black bra and panty set and we
talked about girls feeling kind of sexy and wearing black bras and
panties just made us feel more that way. She said something that really
shocked me, coming from my Mother's mouth. "A girl wearing pink panties
wants to make love, a girl wearing black panties wants to get fucked!"
"Mother!" I was in shock as she'd never used this kind of language in
front of me.
"Well, it's true, you know." She was open with me for the first time
about sex and relationships. We talked for the longest time about boys
and our desires. It was hard to explain to Mother about my mixed
feelings towards sex and about whether I was homosexual. We agreed that
it wasn't important right now but that we should just work on my
'happiness.' We went back to talking about clothes. Mother apologized
when she noticed that she hadn't purchased any slips, but went to her
room and came back with a black half-slip and a pretty pink camisole.
She told me these might go well with my new dresses and slips and
camisoles where some delicates that I might be able to borrow if I
asked.
She then opened the bag from the Bed and Bath store and pulled out some
of the pink feminine body oils and soaps and gave me permission to use
the bathtub for longer periods so I could bath properly. She explained
that girls like to bath in body oils and shave their legs and pamper
themselves in feminine smelling water. "As a matter of fact," she told
me, I'm going to get your bath ready while you go put your lingerie
away. I hope you have some room in your bureau for your new things. I
confirmed that I'd thrown some things away. I picked up my new panties
and things and carried them into my room. Mother headed toward the
bathroom. I heard the water running and started smelling a feminine
floral scent coming from the bathroom. I couldn't wait to get into that
bath.
"I have a few other things for you that I wanted to be a surprise, so
you just soak in your bubble bath for a while. I'll be putting some
things on your bed for wearing tonight, Jamie."
I got undressed and sat down in the water. Mother was busy moving things
from the living room into her room and mine. She surprised me by
throwing a pink scrubby into the water, then walked in and placed a pink
razor on the bathtub wall. "Use it!" she said, not in a mean voice but
authoritative just the same.
With the oils in the water, I found shaving my legs to be pretty easy.
Except the part on the back which I'm sure every girl reading this knows
how hard it is to get all those nasty hairs above the knee on the back
of the leg. I liked having this problem this night as I knew that Mother
told me to shave my legs.
"You just about finished, dear?" Mother asked. I nodded and pulled the
plug to allow the water to drain. I'm not sure why I wasn't embarrassed
about Mother seeing me naked, but I just stood there as Mother came in
with a big pink fluffy towel and started patting me dry, explaining that
a girl pats after shaving her legs. It prevents bleeding, she said. She
took some powder and feminine fluffy powder puff and powdered my body.
She had selected a pink rhumba style panty all wrapped in lace and like
totally girly and said I should have the most feminine dreams wearing a
pretty panty like this one. She then pulled a princess nylon nighty from
behind the door and helped me into that as well. I asked her if I
shouldn't wear a bra and she laughed.
"Not tonight, dear. I'll bet you'll be wearing one of your new tee-shirt
bras all day tomorrow and you'll want to get out of it at the end of the
day, so let's just go braless tonight, shall we?"
I felt a little embarrassed about being in such a hurry to wear one of
my pretty new bras, but of course Mother was right. I'd have plenty of
time to experience all the new clothes Mother had purchased for me. I
walked into my room and felt a little foolish that it was a boy's
bedroom. Here I was standing in a nighty and rhumba panty ready to jump
into bed and it wasn't a girl's bed. Maybe just a pink comforter would
have helped. Mother recognized the problem. "Don't worry, Jamie. We'll
take care of all the little problems as they come up. We need to get you
some makeup, some girly stuff for your room, feminine hygiene stuff. I
know what you need and we'll take care of it. Why don't you sleep in my
room tonight? I've got a pretty bedspread, and it's not like you haven't
seen me in one of my nightgowns. Hell, you've probably worn them all
anyway, haven't you?"
I nodded my head in agreement. We walked toward Mother's room. She's
got a queen-sized bed with a feminine floral bedspread. Even her sheets
have flowers on them. Mother laughed a little as she walked towards her
closet, grabbed a perfume bottle off her dresser and sprayed me with it.
She then went to her closet and dressed in her pajamas. She sprayed a
little perfume on herself when she came out, dressed in one of her
nightgowns that I had indeed worn before. I was already lying on the
bed, flipping through a Glamour magazine I'd found on the nightstand.
"Well, this is kind of fun, isn't it. A couple of girls sleeping
together. Let's not make this a habit, Jamie. We'll start redecorating
your room tomorrow. All pink and pretty. I'll think you'll like that,
won't you?"
I fell asleep so quickly, not uncomfortable at all in a pretty new
nighty and panties.
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