The Hermit of Scarecrow ValleyChapter 2
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A girl knows what panties are available in her undies drawer. I know I do.
At least until last laundry day. Mother and I have worked out a schedule.
She has taught me that boys should know how to wash their own clothes, and
how to cook their own meals. So I've been doing my own laundry since I
could first operate the washing machine. I'd been hiding some panties I'd
collected in my bedroom for a while now and I just slipped them into the
washing machine. Mother would never know I wore girl's panties if she
didn't wash my clothes. At least that's what I thought.
I pay close attention to the laundry cycles, knowing exactly when the
washing machine stopped so I could move the wet clothes into the dryer. I
didn't want Mother to move them as she'd see the colorful undies I like to
wear under my boy clothes. And this day was no different. I stood by the
machine, waiting for the cycle to end. I knew that Mother was waiting to
do some laundry as well. Everything was going well. I just hate when
Mother is waiting for the washing machine and dryer as I needed a little
bit of privacy when removing things that I didn't want her to see. So all
was going smoothly. I put my clothes into the dryer and started the
machine.
I made the mistake of leaving and going down to my room for a few minutes.
Mother entered the laundry room and started her laundry cycle. Sometimes
when I'm nervous about her being in there, I'll bring a book in so at
least I'm close to the dryer so I can empty it immediately. Not only does
it make ironing less necessary, but I like the warm feeling of clothing
when removed quickly from the dryer.
It went smoothly. Mother wasn't around, and I quickly removed my
'unmentionables' and hid them in the laundry bag. I didn't have any
problems hanging shirts or slacks, and I wouldn't care if Mother saw me
removing socks or boy underwear from the dryer. It was those colorful
feminine print panties I was worried she'd see if I took them out when she
was around.
So I thought I made it safely, another week of laundry washed and Mother
not seeing my girly things being removed from the dryer.
It was when I brought the bag and clothing to my room and started putting
things away when I noticed a panty that I knew wasn't mine. I mean, it was
cute and pretty and all that, and I wish that it were mine, but I didn't
buy it. I didn't put it in the washing machine. I knew exactly how many
panties I owned and that cute kitty print wasn't one of mine. OMG! What
was I supposed to do now? I couldn't very well confront Mother. I couldn't
ask her if they were hers. Boys aren't supposed to talk to their mothers
about kitty print panties. They were my size. I know Mother wears a
larger, more womanly feminine panty. I wear the cotton girl panties. Not
that I haven't tried Mother's panties on. I liked that feeling of nylon
against my skin, but I just thought it was wrong for boys to wear their
mother's panties. Hell, it's just plain wrong for anyone to wear anyone
else's panties. What am I saying? Boys shouldn't be wearing girls panties
ever, but 'that ship has already sailed,' as my mother would say.
So you're probably wondering where I got the girl's cotton panties
anyways. Yeah, that's a good question. I found my first pair in the lost
and found clothing at the school. I had lost a knit cap and was digging
through the clothing in the lost and found at the school and saw this
brightly colored flash and was drawn to it. I don't know why, but it just
looked inviting. I just stuck it in my pocket since nobody was around
anyway. I took it out of my jacket pocket when I got home and hid it under
my mattress. I don't understand it myself, but it just looked really cute
and I was wondering why girls underwear was so much more colorful and they
looked like they'd fit me. So when I went to bed that night, I slipped out
of bed and dug under the mattress and found those panties. I tried them
on. They felt different. Kind of nice. I felt like this must be what it
feels like to be a girl. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on
the back of my door. I liked the look of a pretty underwear on my bottom.
And the weirdest thing, my privates started growing a bit. That never
happened before. Needless to say, I started rubbing my penis through the
panty material and was hooked. If this is what it feels like to be a girl
and wear pretty underwear, then I was going to wear it from now on.
Of course I didn't tell Mother of my discovery. I just felt like this was
something special and I didn't want Mother thinking I was weird by wanting
to wear those panties. Of course after a couple of days, I needed to wash
them. I'd heard them some people hand wash their clothes, but by this
time, Mother had taught me how to use the washer and dryer, so I just
decided to wash 'my' panties with the rest of my clothes.
That weekend I decided I was going to go hang out at the mall. They had a
K-Mart in the mall and I knew that I could purchase a package of panties
and hopefully nobody I knew would see me. I went pretty early in the day
when I expected there would be less people, and I was right. I was lucky
they had those self-operated check-out counters so I wouldn't have to
answer any awkward questions about a boy buying a package of girl's
panties. Oh, they were so pretty. I couldn't wait to try them on. I bought
the same size as the panty I'd found in the lost and found. These were
those day-of-the-week panties, so I knew I'd have a fresh panty every day
from now on. At least I felt a little better than wearing the same panties
every day for a whole week before I did a load of laundry.
I was in heaven! A new panty for every day of the week. Talk about feeling
girly and feminine. And to think, I was wearing the same kind of panties
as every girl in my classroom. It's weird to say, but I felt like I was
wearing big girl panties instead of some old ugly boys briefs. Yucky! I
just didn't feel right when I tried on my boy's underwear. I just felt
wrong if I wasn't wearing a panty.
At this age, girls started wanting to wear bras. Not like they needed
them. I heard some of the girls talking about bras and they told me to go
away because they were talking about 'girl' stuff. I walked away a little
but I sure was curious. I knew about panties, but bras was a whole new
world.
I thought I was being really careful about doing my laundry as 7 or 8
pairs of panties in the dryer were going to be hard to cover up. And here
I thought I was doing a pretty good job.
When I emptied my laundry onto my bed and started sorting socks and
underwear, I found a panty that I knew wasn't mine. I've never owned a
pair of Hello Kitty panties. I've seen advertisements and have seen the
girls in their Hello Kitty pajamas, but I'd never seen anything like that
for real. How could a pair of Hello Kitty panties show up in my laundry
basket? And how could I confront Mother about putting them in the dryer?
Crap! I was caught and I didn't know what to do about it. So I decided to
go silent. I'll never wear a panty again, I promised myself. If I just
throw all my girly undies away and never mention them again, maybe Mother
will just forget about the whole thing. It didn't work out that well.
"Did you like them?" She asked when I came down to the dinner table.
"Excuse me? Like what?" I responded rather shyly, thinking I knew what she
was asking but not wanting to talk about it.
"The panties, silly!"
"Oh, you mean those underwears someone put in the dryer? Those weren't
mine, Mother. I don't know how they got in the dryer. Those are girl's
things. They don't belong in my room." It was the best response I could
think of under duress. I know she caught me, but was maybe hoping that
they got put in the dryer accidently.
"They are girl's panties, dear. Do you like them?" She asked, this time
taking my chin in her hand and forcing me to look into her eyes.
"I don't know what you mean, Mother. How am I supposed to like underwear?
That doesn't make any since."
"Let me rephrase the question, dear. Do they fit you well? Are they
comfortable?"
I hung my head in shame. "Yes," I replied and nodded.
"Great!" and that was the end of the conversation. She didn't start
yelling or berating me, or making fun and laughing. She appeared to be
honestly satisfied that I liked my new underwear.
So that's how it started, at least I didn't have a really awkward
conversation with Mother. Until a couple days later.
"You know, girls your age wear bralettes with their panties, dear." We
were eating quietly at the table and I don't know what made her bring up
this conversation. "Have you noticed that?"
"I've heard them talking at school, Mother. And you can see the straps
through their shirts." Oh, please let this conversation be over.
"I bought a couple when I bought those Hello Kitty panties. Would you like
to see them?" She asked as if it were a normal conversation.
"We're not supposed to talk about bras, Mother, are we? I mean, the girls
at school would never talk about their underwear in front of boys. At
least, that's what I've noticed. When ever they talked about 'girl
things,' they always made sure no boys were around. They've kicked me out
of conversations a lot of times."
"I'm not talking about you wearing your bras in front of anyone, dear. I
just wanted you to know that I bought a couple of bras to go with the
panties I got for you. Would you like to try them on?"
I was afraid to tell her that if wearing a bra felt as good as wearing a
panty, then of course I would want to wear a bra. "I guess," I replied,
"since you went through all the trouble and all. You don't think I'm weird
or gay or anything like that, do you?" I asked, my voice squeaking like a
little girl.
"I'm the one who offered, dear. Don't worry about it. I just think that if
you want to wear panties, then you might like to try the bras on as well.
I mean, that's what girls your age wear, and if you are going to
experience panties, then you might like to experience the bra as well."
I agreed, and she sent me to my room to strip down to my undies. She told
me she'd be up in a minute. Now I wouldn't have been uncomfortable if
Mother walked in on me if I was just wearing my boy underwear, but this
was the first time she was going to see me in a pair of my panties. I
decided that since she bought the bras at the same time, then the bra
might be a Hello Kitty bra as well. There is just something about girls
that makes them want their bras and their panties to coordinate. I removed
my Thursday purple panty with a cute lace waistband and leg openings and
put on the white Hello Kitty panties, then sat on my bed. When Mother came
in, she was carrying a package of "My First Bras" she'd purchased from K-
Mart. I know because I've seen those packages before. She sat on the bed
next to me and opened the box.
"I was never expecting to have this conversation with you, James, but what
the hell. These are bras. A girl wears them because she shouldn't be
walking around showing the nipple of her breasts to anyone. They are
supposed to be a private part of the body, and from now on, you will think
of a girl's breast as a personal part. Nobody should touch it and you
certainly shouldn't be showing them off to anyone."
"But I'm a boy, mother. Is it okay for boys to show their nipples off?"
Stupid question, but that's what came out.
"I don't want you to think of a boy's nipples and breasts as a private
thing. You see, when a young woman has a baby, she uses her breasts to
feed the baby. Boys can't do that. It's a 'girl' thing. But then, so are
panties. I don't mind you wearing panties because I like the idea that you
are exploring your 'feminine' self. Some boys do this, but many do not.
And I've noticed that you wear your panties just about every day. So, as a
woman, it bothers me a little that you wear a girls panties, and you're at
the age when girls start wearing bras, so I'm going to allow you to do
that as well.
She proceeded to remove the bras from the box and she showed me how to put
one on. She helped me adjust the straps, and then she had me try on a
couple of hoodies and some thicker shirts that would hide the bra straps
should I decide I would like to wear one of my 'pretty' bras to school.
I think I could pull it off. And with Mother's help and approval, I didn't
have to hide it around her. Did it feel just as good as wearing the
panties? Yes, and no. It definitely made feel a little more feminine. I
mean, I was wearing something that only a girl should wear. And I knew
that under my pants and shirt, I was wearing pretty intimates and it felt
like magic. I liked it, and I liked Mother's approval of doing it. I
wasn't all swishy and wiggling my hips and all gay acting. I did feel I
was walking with a spring in my step. Like I had a feminine secret and all
was right with the world. I think you know what I'm talking about. Doesn't
one feel kind of feminine and sexy when wearing a girly panty? And then
double that with the coordinating bra. I don't know about you, but I was
in heaven.
Does it still happen? She's bought me more things. Not like really fast,
refilling my closet with girls things, nothing like that. But once when I
came home, she had a pretty floral print Spring skirt and a top setting on
the kitchen table. And a new nylon bra and panty set, a pair of pantyhose,
and a slip. Awesome. I didn't ask, but just brought the things into my
room. I wore that cute outfit to dinner and Mother and I had a wonder
Mother/Daughter talk afterwards. I've found more unexpected panties in my
dryer loads, which Mother and I both giggle about. She's bought me some
more, telling me that I can't wear the same bras every day. A girl needs
options, she likes to tell me.
Last week she bought me two new swimsuits. A one-piece and a two-piece,
and asked that I give her a fashion show after dinner. I was more than
happy to oblige.
There have a few other pleasant gifts, like bubble bath soap in a pretty
princess bottle. She's given me some make-up and nail polish, but I'm not
allowed to wear it without Mother's help. And now when we go shopping, she
walks me through the girls section and we've even been in the lingerie
section as well.
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