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First Panties -Chapter 1
Our neighbour Mrs Johnson asked me to help her on Saturday. Being only
13, I could always use the money so I showed up at her doorstep on
Saturday morning ready to go at 8:00 AM. I was to move a number of boxes
full of clothes and stuff into her SUV to be taken to Goodwill. Her
daughter, Sarah, had moved to an apartment for college and the boxes were
apparently full of Sarah's old clothes and things. Sarah was a clothes
hound and never seemed to wear the same outfit twice. Even thought I was
4 years younger, I watch her every day at school and in her back yard. I
guess I had a crush on her. Anyway, as I was moving one box it started
to open at the top. It was then that I noticed the box was full of
(Sarah's) unmentionables - for right on the top was a pair of cute
yellow, bikini panties. OMG! I had never been this close to anything like
this before. Without any thought, I put them right into my pocket.
Thinking I would be caught, I moved the panties into my underwear under
my crotch. Oh, they felt so naughty (and nice) rubbing against me as I
continued to load up the boxes. When I finished moving all of the boxes
into the SUV I knock on the door to let Mrs Johnson know that I was done.
She looked at the full SUV and thanked me with $15 tip. I told her that
I could help her with anything this summer (as she was a good tipper). I
went home to tell my mom what I had just earned. And then I raced
upstairs into my bedroom to retrieve my 'treasure'. Oh my, I looked
closely at Sarah's panties. They were yellow with white lace on the legs
and waist band. Nylon or was it silk? It felt like silk. I smelled them.
They had a faint, yet very pretty smell to them. For some reason, and I
don't know why, I dropped my shorts and took off my boy briefs and then
nervously stepped into Sarah's yellow panties by slowly pulled them up my
legs. Oh, I loved this feeling. It was exciting and my heart was
pounding. And they fit, perfectly. I tucked my little fella under and
took off my T-shirt and stood in front of my full length mirror. Oh, My.
I looked like a young girl in her underwear. As I just started to turn
around and look at my cute little butt cheeks hanging out of the tight
panties, my bedroom door suddenly opened, and my mother started to say
something - but then she gasped, and put her hand up to her mouth when
she saw me in panties. "I, I AH, AH, mom, mom I can explain". I tried to
cover my panties with one hand and for some reason, cover my chest with
my other hand, just like a girl. 'Alan, it's, it's OK,' she responded as
she composed herself. "It's OK - it's all right. Uh, eh why don't you
come down to the kitchen when you are done? Done? I just spoke with Mrs
Johnson on the phone. She paused and then said, "I guess you can leave
your panties on, if you want.' With that, she shut the door. I was
devastated. My mother had just seen me, a boy of 13, in a pair of girl's
panties looking at himself in front of a mirror. What would she think of
me? That I am some sort of queer or worst, a sissy. Oh no! Without
thinking, I put my t-shirt back on and pulled up my shorts, leaving on
'my panties'. I ran down the stairs into our kitchen to explain things
to her, but then I hesitated. My mother had her back to me, thank god, so
I did not have to look her in the face. I could see that she was smiling,
which surprised me. I thought she would be upset and disappointed with
me. Mrs Johnson had phone my mom to tell that I was a good worker and
that she would take a cab to the airport and leave her SUV keys with us
so we could later drop off Sarah's boxes at a Goodwill location. Unknown
to me was the conversation Mrs Johnson and my mother had on the phone.
Mrs Johnson complained about not having another daughter to pass on all
of Sarah's cute outfits. My mom murmured about not having a daughter at
all. My mom joking laugh and offered, 'maybe I can get Alan to become
interested in wearing Sarah's cute outfits. Well', countered Mrs Johnson,
'one of Sarah's boxes was opened. Maybe Alan has a head start'. Both
ladies laughed at the thought.
My mom finally acknowledged my presence in the kitchen and said, "Alan
dear, why don't you help me with this cake. OK. Sure mom, whatever you
say' - as I was now trying to avoid the subject of 'my panties'. 'Alan,
young boys sometimes use their sister's or even their mother's panties to
masturbate'. Gee mom, nothing like going for the kill and embarrassing
your 13 year old son to death. Besides, I just started to masturbate.
'Mother' I said. She went on to say that some boys just like to wear
panties and feel girly. 'Are you still wearing the panties? A long pause
- are you'? No' I responded while turning a dark shade of red. She
smiled and went back to work. 'Alan, if you are going to help me in the
kitchen with this cake for your father, you need to put this apron on so
you don't end up with flour all over your clothes. Ok, honey'. 'Honey',
why is she calling me honey? With that she pulled out a very feminine
apron with large bows and ruffles and put it over my head. She then spun
me around and tied a large bow on the back. As I was helping my mom
with the cake my dad came into the kitchen from the garage. 'Well, Alan,
good to see you helping your mom, but what the hell are you wearing'?
With my shorts, the apron looked like a dress, a sissy dress. My mom
offered, 'when you work in the kitchen you need to wear appropriate
clothing'. My dad just laughed and said, 'Alan, you better watch out or
your mother will have you in dresses before the summer is over'. My mom
always wanted a daughter and she just smiled at the thought of my dad's
words. When my father left the kitchen my mom turned to me and said,
'Alan, are the panties you were wearing from Sarah clothes boxes? 'Yes',
I meekly offered. 'Oh I see. Did you go through her stuff? No, no, a box
came open when I was carrying it and a pair of panties, just, just pop
out. I don' know why, but I put them in my pocket. Then you decided to
take them home and try them? Did you take anything else? No, no, mom.
Mom, I will never do this again. Oh, but Alan, I am not so sure. You are
still wearing them, correct'? I turn an even darker shade of red. 'If
you are never going to do this again, Alan why do you have them on now?
Oh, I, I don't know. I am so mixed up right now'. Just then my mom came
over and put her arm around me. She give a me a big hug and said, 'don't
worry honey; this can be our little secret - we both like wearing
panties' she said with a big smile. Our little secret? What is she
talking about?
After we put the cake into the oven I started to take off the apron when
my mom told me to wait and have a chair at the table. She opened her
purse and took out a nail file. Alan, I should have you wear gloves when
baking. See how your hands and nails are all scruff up. If you are going
to help me in the kitchen, you will need clean nails and I will show you
how to take care of your nails. You do want pretty nails don't you? Mom,
I am boy. It doesn't matter; you can still have nice looking nails, many
men do. She proceeded to take my right hand and carefully file each
nail. When she was done she handed me the file and told me to do my left
hand. I made a few mistake and we both laugh. She was having fun. Then
she reached into her purse and took out a bottle of nail polish. I
started to protest and she quickly took my chin in her hand and looked me
in the eye. 'Do you want your father to come in here? Should I tell him
his son is wearing panties? (My own mother was blackmailing me). Mom,
no. Ok, then give me your right hand. Besides, sweetie, this is a neutral
colour and the polish will protect your nails'. I reluctantly and slowly
put my right hand on the table to have nail polish applied to my nails.
What is going on? My mom delighted in painting each nail. She smiled a
lot and took this very seriously and (ugh) slowly. I was afraid my dad
would come into the kitchen at any moment. Then it was my turn. I had to
apply nail polish to my left hand nails. 'See, isn't this fun' my mom
beamed. Fun? Fun for whom. 'Mom I don't want to wear nail polish. What
if someone notices. What if dad notices. What do I say? But, honey, I
think you do want to wear nail polish. You are wearing girl's panties
right now and you are not complaining. And, your cute apron looks simply
divine on you. Beside this polish is clear'. But as I painted each nail
it looked like a light shade of pink to me. I hope it does not dry a
darker shade of pink. As I make few mistakes my mom said that I would get
better with practice. Practice!. Yikes. When I finished she asked me how
I felt. "Do you like wearing panties with pretty painted nails and a
pretty apron? I did not know what say. 'It's ok'. 'OK? I think you like
it'. Did she know I had an erection? Can my mother know this by just
looking at my face? She then gave me her file and the bottle of nail
polish and told me to keep it in my room on top of dresser where I could
freshen up my nails whenever they needed to be touched up. I don't know
why, but it seemed the right thing to do as I took the nail file and
polish from her. I think, however, I will keep the nail polish and file
inside of my top dresser and out of sight.
At supper my mom asked me again to help prepare the meal. And again I
had to wear (my) apron. She even insisted that I keep it on during our
meal so I would not spill any food on my clothes. I was too worried
about my dad seeing my polished nails to be worried about the apron. I
did not eat much as I was trying to avoid looking at my dad and trying to
keep my hands off the table. My dad just looked over at me and said to
watch out - if I kept wearing that apron, I will want my own. Finally,
and it seemed like eternity, as my mom kept talking about all the things
she wanted to do with me this summer, the meal was over. I helped my mom
clean-up. When everything was done, she told me to hang up my apron (my
apron!) and then she gave me a big hug and told me she loved having a
little helper. Little helper?
The rest of the day was uneventful until bed time. As I was getting ready
for bed my mom came into my room, again, without knocking. This has to
stop. I am not her daughter. I am a boy, a young man. 'Alan, yes mom. Do
you still have on your panties? Yes, but I am going to change before I go
to bed. I promised. No, no that's fine. I thought that you would like
to wear them tonight. Correct? Yes, I guess so, I meekly whispered.
'Well do you or do you not want to sleep in your panties. Yes, yes, I do.
Then say it'. She waited. 'Yes, I want to sleep in my panties tonight.
But just for tonight. That's better. I brought something for you to wear
with your panties'. With that she held up one of her old baby doll
outfits. 'I haven't worn this in years, and I was just thinking that
young girls your age wear things like this to bed. But mom, I am not
girl. Hush, hush sweetie, just let me just put this over your head.
Come over here and just try it on for me- OK Honey'. I hesitated. 'You
do want to wear it don't you Alan, your mom's pretty baby doll'? I looked
at the pretty yellow and white nylon baby doll my mother was holding for
me. It was totally feminine and cute. I froze, but in the next second I
had the baby doll over my head and with my matching yellow panties, stood
in front of my mother. 'Oh Alan, it is so precious on you! And I think
you like it'. She was looking down at my penis which was started to
become quite erect. With that, I tuned away quickly and jumped into bed.
My mom then sat on the edge of my bed and reached under the covers and
started to rub my chest area and gently pinching my nipples. 'Oh Alan, I
remember when I was your age and I started to wear really cute baby doll
outfits just as my breasts started to developed. My young breasts felt so
good rubbing against the nylon fabric. It sent sizzles down my entire
body. I often had sweet dreams about having bigger breasts and boys
kissing and touching them. I hope you do to. Do you think about having
breasts'? With that, she leaned over and gently kissed me on my lips.
"Good night honey and sweet dreams'. I lay in bed wearing Sarah's
panties and my mother's baby doll outfit with my nails polished. And I
did start to think about breasts - my breasts. My erection now was rock
hard - what would my dad think if he saw his son now - I wondered as I
pulled the bed covers up over me.
On Sunday my mom came into my room again without knocking and woke me up.
"Honey, we have a big day and I want you to get ready now. Your father
just left to play golf and he won't be home until after lunch. So, angel,
let's get going'. She pulled back my cover to expose me. There in plain
sight was my little boner. 'Oh, precious, is this a morning erection or a
pantie erection'? We will never know', she laughed. She then went into
the bath room to run bath water. Mom, I will take a shower. No, honey,
not today. Mom, I have to pee. Ok Ok come in. But mom. 'Ellen (she would
have name a daughter Ellen if she had one) girls often pee together. Mom!
I am not a girl. Yes, yes come in here now'. The toilet seat was down
and she expected me to sit down and pee with her right there. I had to
relieve myself, so I sat done and pulled my panties down to my ankles and
pee. My mom thought nothing of my peeing in her presence and proceeded to
add a bubbling lotion to my hot water. The bathroom quickly filled with
steam and a nice fragrance. As I finished peeing, I stood up, but she
chided me for not wiping myself (like a girl). She then lifted off my
yellow nightie and pulled down my panties. Again, I felt like a young
little girl with my mother doing everything for me. 'Mom, I can take off
my own clothes'. There I was standing in front of my mother, completely
nude, with a slight erection. I turned so she could not see my penis. She
told me to stand still and spread my legs a little. She them started to
apply lotion to my legs, and then worked her way up my body to my torso,
arms and chest. She rubbed the lotion into my butt cheeks and even
pinched them saying I had the cutest little butt. I felt so vulnerable
and exposed as she seemed to take liberty with my body. When I was all
coved with the lotion, she told me to wait just a minute or two before I
step in to the bath. The lotion started to irritate my young sensitive
skin. Finally, she allowed me to step into the bath water. She then
started to wash me with a wash cloth. I protested. 'Mom'! 'I am 13 and I
can wash myself. I know honey; I just wanted to make sure you removed all
of the lotion from your body'. When she was done washing me, she told me
to soak in the tub until the water started to turn cold. She went to lay
out some clothes for me to wear today. This has to stop. I am not a
young child. I can choose and dress myself. What is going on with my
mother? Since she caught me wearing the panties, she has changed her tune
toward me, treating me like a little girl - like her daughter. I
decided not to wear the panties today. They were dirty and this had to
stop. I am going back to my 'boy' clothes for sure. After about 15 - 20
minutes, the water was cooling so I stood up and turned on the shower to
rise off. My skin felt baby smooth and silky -like I had no hair at all.
I looked down and what hair I had on my groin area was gone. In fact, I
had no hair on my body other than the blonde hair on my head. Yikes! My
mother had left some body lotion for me to rub on my skin after my bath.
I dried off with a big fluffy towel and started to apply the lotion onto
my 'new' soft skin. This felt really good, but then I noticed the lotion
had a 'girly' fragrance. Oh well, I finished applying the lotion over my
entire new soft body. I felt different. I then wrapped the towel around
me like a girl, I don't why I did this, but I had seen my mother do this
and it just seem natural. I also wasn't sure if my mother was in my room,
but I was tired of her seeing me nude so I wanted to be covered. I
opened the door, looked up and simply froze. For on my bed were young
girl's clothes - undergarments; a pair of cotton pink panties and a white
training bra along with what appeared to be two sets of clothes or girls
outfits, and a pair of white, low heel open toe sandals! One outfit was
a cute red jumper and the other was a pair of sexy pink capris pants with
a soft feminine white sweater top. My mother wanted me to dress as a
young girl! OMG! And with my father out of the house this morning, she
was giving me a choice of several of Sarah's outfits to wear. My mouth
hung open as I walked slowly to the edge of my bed. To be continued.....
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