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PANTY FANTASY
By C.C.
This happened when I was a Senior in College. I'd been trying to get a
date with a cute red-head freshman named Sonia for weeks, but she kept
putting me off. Then I got tickets to a Major Concert, and I could tell
she really wanted to go but:
"Tanya and I rented a new house and we've got to spend Saturday cleaning
it up," she said. "It's going to be a big job and I don't know if we'll
finish on time."
I tried to talk her into putting off the clean-up but she insisted there
was no way they could live there with the house in that condition. Then
I got an idea:
Saturday, I showed up at her new place, well-dressed, with the Concert
Tickets in hand, and offered to take her to Lunch and Dinner if they
were finished early enough, hoping she'd cut the job short and come out
with me.
Sonia looked around at the piles of trash, dirty floors and grungy
walls, then looked at me in my expensive outfit "There's just no way we
could finish on time," she said.
"Not unless YOU help us," Tanya put in as she came up from the basement
with a load of trash bags. Tanya was a good-looking sophomore with dark
hair, olive complexion, strong chin and cheek bones... she's also kind
of a Dyke, and I suspected she and I were actually competing for Sonia.
"That'd be great---" Sonia started, "--But there's no way you could work
in those nice clothes."
"Aww," I protested, "I'd really like to help. Maybe if I'm careful not
to get them dirty...."
"That'd never work," Tanya said, "but if you took them off...."
"Took my clothes off?!?"
The notion seemed outrageous, but once she got the idea, Tanya was
persistent, and Sonia gigglingly asserted that I HAD insisted on
helping. "C'mon," she laughed. "And if you promise to work really hard,
I'll let you wear a pair of Sonia's panties!"
I looked doubtfully at the two girls in their short cut-offs and tight-
tight T-shirts, their lush breasts and sexy legs... Sonia's mischievous
smile and Tanya's dark, challenging eyes...
"Hey!" Sonia's vice seemed suddenly, irresistibly sensuous. "That might
be really hot!"
...that's how I ended up cleaning their house in just a pair of sonia's
lacy pink silk panties! I was terribly embarrassed about removing my
nice clothes in front of the girls, but Tanya was all business,
producing a trash bag for me to put my things in so they wouldn't get
dirty, and instructing me to fold everything neatly before putting it in
the bag. This prolonged the process of getting undressed, as first my
shoes, then my socks (carefully rolled) went into the bag, followed by
my jacket, tie, shirt....I took a deep breath, blushing red as I undid
my pants, lowered them, and -- under Tanya's watchful eye, folded them
carefully and put them in the bag.
"Mmmm," she teased, "don't you look sweet. And so smooth -- like a
girl!"
I'm on the Varsity Swim team, and I keep my body shaved to increase my
speed, which always seemed like a good idea until I was standing there
in front of two fully-dressed girls in just my white cotton underpants
with my skin all smooth. But Sonia comforted me.
"We'll let you slip out of those dull tighty-wehitie4s and into my
panties in the bathroom," she said, "that's where you'll start working
anyway!"
Less than a minute later I was tucking the last of my male clothes into
the trash bag, wearing just those tight, frilly panties!
"It's really nice of you to help out -- like this!" She couldn't help
adding, "Let's get started."
To my relief, they didn't make me work alongside them, but had me clean
the house's two bathrooms. Armed with rags, cleaner, trash bags and
paper towels, I set to work.
UGGH! What a mess! The bathrooms were in disgusting condition, and I was
soon out of paper towels to clean with. Timidly, I went to the kitchen
for more, and passed Tanya, who playfully reached out and snapped the
elastic of my panties.
"OUCH!" I whined, "Don't do that!"
"Aww," she teased, "You mean I shouldn't hurt the widdle boy... like
this!" and she snapped my shorts again.
"Ooo!" I squealed. "That hurts!"
"Poor thing," she cooed. "Here...." And she suddenly wrapped her arms
around me and locked me into a long, passionate kiss! Her hands roamed
over my bare skin, back, thighs, and chest, her fingers toying with my
nipples, till she suddenly broke off, stepped back and looked down at
the now-bulging panties!
"What's this?" Sonia suddenly entered the room, carrying a stack of old
papers, and I twisted away from them in embarrassment.
"I guess he gets turned on by wearing panties and taking orders," Tanya
sneered. "Look what happened when I snapped his shorts!" She snapped
them again and I twisted again, revealing the guilty bulge. "Kinda
small, hunh?"
"Goodness!" Sonia giggled. "And does THIS excite you?" She quickly
slapped my pink-silk-clad bottom with a rolled up paper and I howled in
pain, turning my ass away... and giving here a better view of my obvious
excitement! "Back to work ... little one!" she snickered.
After that, any time I met them in the hallways, the girls delighted in
teasing and tormenting me. Tanya would catch me in her arms, pressing
her firm, T-shirt-covered breasts against my smooth chest, caressing my
nipples deviously, till I was dizzy with desire, nuzzling me with soft
kisses -- then spinning me loose with a crack on the ass as I scampered
away in those awful panties! Sonia whacked my bottom, too, but she was
more interested in joking about how silly I looked running around in
just her undies, and trying to hide her smile at the tiny bulge in
front. Soon, whenever I had to leave the bathrooms for supplies, I was
sneaking down the halls, hiding from the girls, trying to keep from
getting caught like this.
I finally finished the last bathroom - the one upstairs -- just before
Noon, and I was a real mess: sweaty, dirty, smelly... even Sonia's
panties were smudged. Then I realized I might as well take advantage of
being in a spotless bathroom!
Locking the door carefully, I stripped off the undies and washed them
out in the sink, standing there naked. There wasn't any soap, but there
was some kind of scented body-lotion that seemed to work pretty well.
Panties washed, I wrung them out, then thought about some way to dry
them. It was a hot, sunny day, so I opened the window and draped them
carefully over the sill, where they'd catch the sun and the light
breeze.
Then I got in the shower stall and treated myself to a cool, refreshing
clean-up, using the scented body-lotion as soap. It felt great, but left
my skin oddly soft, smooth... and gently perfumed!
Clean now, I used the paper towels to dry myself off and wipe down the
shower stall (again!) then went to get the undies.
Bad luck! Somehow they'd fallen out the window (I was in the second-
floor bath, remember) and were now caught in a bush below! I stared down
at them, desperately realizing I was now stuck naked in here--smooth-
skinned and gently perfumed!
It took me a long time to get up the nerve to do what came next, but I
really had no choice. Trembling with fear, I picked up the last
remaining paper towels. There were just three left on the roll. Using
band-aids from the medicine cabinet, I fashioned them into a sort of
slit skirt that almost covered me, and -- walking very carefully,--
slipped out of the bathroom.
On nervous bare feet, I tiptoed downstairs. Safe so far. Into the
kitchen, closer to the back door. There was a big Privacy fence around
the back yard, and I knew once I got out there, I could safely retrieve
my white briefs. But--
"What on Earth---?"
Tanya's amused voice close behind made me jump. Alas! The quick motion
was too much for the band-aids holding my paper skirt! I turned my head
to see that she and Sonia had entered the kitchen and were grinning
widely as they stared at my now-bare tush! Instantly, I spun around,
clutching the remaining paper towels in front of me as my makeshift
skirt gave up the ghost and fluttered to pieces.
"Where's your shorts?" Sonia asked.
"I-uh-they-that is..." Blushing furiously, I told them what had
happened, and they laughed out loud.
"Well you most certainly can't go around like THAT." Tonya tossed me
something. "Here, put this on."
It was an apron.
White, frilly, flouncy sexy satin, and scandalously brief -- it left my
thighs bare, along with the sides of my ass, and hung down just barely
low enough to cover my crotch -- if I stood very still!
I pulled it around me as the snickering girls helped me tie it on. Tanya
tied the wide apron strings in a big bow at the back to give my rear
some kind of cover, and two wide frilly straps ran up my smooth chest.
Tanya wrapped them about my neck (forcing me to hold my neck straight,
chin high.) and tied them in a big bow on one side. "Doesn't he look
sweet?" she asked Sonia. "Almost like a girl!
"Hmmmm...."
She picked up a lipstick. I was too cowed by embarrassment to resist as
she painted my lips a big, pouting red. "And now doesn't she look HOT?"
she teased.
Amused by the preposterousness of the challenge -- and maybe by the
notion of making me look less manly to Sonia -- Tanya proceeded to rouge
my cheeks and do my eyes with shadow and mascara, making them soft and
demure. Even Sonia pitched in, spraying my hair with mousse and styling
it into girlish waves. Finally, they produced a pair of white 3-inch
heels that almost fit my feet, and made me squeeze into them.
"All right, Girlie," Tanya announced, "time to serve Lunch!"
Tanya put out bread and cold-cuts and set the table while I fixed
sandwiches. I was terribly anxious to keep my bare bottom turned away
from the giggling girls, but worse--
"Hey," I said, "there's only two buns here." I turned to see Tanya had
only set two places at the little table.
"Maids don't eat with their Mistresses," she said. "Now serve. And be
sure to curtsey prettily."
It was a totally humiliating experience. Mincing about in high heels,
bending low to serve food without spilling anything, trying to keep my
legs together and bare butt turned away... Sonia noticed my shyness and
kept dropping things right next to the table, ordering me to pick them
up without bending my knees. This raised my bottom temptingly near the
girls, who delighted in pinching me or delivering hard WHACKS! and of
course every time they did this, I would straighten up quickly,
squealing "Oooo!" and blushing from head to foot as they laughed with
delight.
The meal finally over, Sonia told me I could eat the scraps from their
plates while I washed the dishes. "Eat up!" She said sweetly.
"And be quick," Tanya snapped, "there's lots more work to do."
The work Tanya had in mind proved even more nerve-wracking. For when I
finished with the dishes, Tanya steered me to the back door, where I
could see piles of trash bags on the porch. "All these need to go in the
dumpster out in the alley," she said.
Then suddenly she put her arms around me and gave me a long, deep kiss,
her hands roaming across my smooth, naked chest and ass, stroking,
teasing....
...and then she broke away just as Sonia came up!
"Your little boyfriend sure seems to like this 'girlie' look!" she
sneered, pointing down at the front of my apron, now raised like a pup-
tent and swishing maddeningly across my stiff member.
"B-but that's-- I'm not--" I started to protest, but then Tanya put her
fingers on my bottom and pushed me out the door!
And as she did, I felt a gentle "tug" at my apron strings, and a cool
silken "swish!" as the garment was pulled off and the screen door
slammed shut behind me -- I was naked in high heels, wearing feminine
makeup and hairdo on their back porch!
Instantly I sprang off the porch and darted around the side of the house
towards the bush where I had last seen Sonia's panties -- feeling very
thankful for the tall privacy fence that surrounded this old house! To
my vast relief, the undies were still hanging there, and I snatched them
off the branches as I kicked off those awful heels.
Ohhh! how good it felt to draw those tight pink silk panties up over my
hips again! How wonderful to feel my bottom and privates covered once
more, even by this frilly feminine garment! I noticed that they must
have shrunk a bit drying in the sun -- yes, they were definitely tighter
on me! -- and I'd torn the elastic just a bit getting them off the bush,
but it didn't matter: I had the panties back ! It felt so good I
completely forgot I was still wearing makeup and a feminine hair-do.
My relief was short-lived however; when I got back to the back porch, I
found it piled high with trash bags -- and the screen door was locked!
"Those bags all have to go out to the dumpster in the alley," Tanya said
coolly through the door, with just a hint of amusement, "And hurry:
trash pick-up is today and we don't want to miss it."
"But-but I can't go out in the alley l-like this!" I gestured down at
the tiny pink panties and blushed all over again as Sonia giggled from
inside.
"And why not?" she asked. "Haven't you been running around that way in
front of two girls all morning? Now hurry up! You're not getting back in
till the chores are done-and put those nice shoes we gave you back on!"
I tugged feebly at the screen door handle, but I knew it was no use. I
was stuck out here till they chose to let me back in. Shivering despite
the heat, I turned to the pile of trash bags.
It took me six trips to get all those bags out to the dumpster. Six
tense journeys from the back porch, all the way down the back yard to
the gate, then -- after peeking nervously into the alley -- six
tingling, hip-wishing, high-heeled mincing walks from the fence out the
twenty feet or so to the dumpster. And back again.
The last of the bags was finally dumped at last, and I thankfully
returned to the back porch -- to find soap, buckets and sponges set out
for me!
"One last thing," Tanya smiled from behind the still-locked screen door,
"the car needs washed. Do a good job now!"
I looked disconsolately at the dirt-smeared Dodge in the driveway beside
the house. The privacy fence and a hedge in the front yard would keep me
screened from view, but I hated -- just hated -- the idea of staying out
here in those awful panties another second. I was tired, tense, nervous,
and terribly ashamed of myself. I'd given up on the notion of going out
with Sonia, and all I wanted to do now was get dressed again in the nice
clothes I wore over here this morning and get out!
But it looked like the only way to do that was to go ahead and wash
Sonia's car... in panties! Burning with shame, I carried the cleaning
supplies to the car and turned on the hose.
And now another problem: the hose connections were leaky, and whenever I
used the hose, a small jet of water shot out sideways all over the
place. I saw it in time to keep from getting wet, but I knew right away
I couldn't wash the car without getting my delicate underthings sopping
wet -- again!
So what to do? I looked around carefully once more: the high fence and
shrubs would definitely screen me from viewers outside the yard, and I
could try to keep the car between me and the house to keep Sonia and
Tanya seeing me.....it might work....
Hating every second of it, I peeled off my panties and hung them high on
the fence, where the spray wouldn't reach them. Then, 99% naked in high
heels, wearing feminine makeup and hairstyle, terribly ashamed, I began
washing the car.
Assuming you've washed a car, you probably figure it's not that big a
deal. But doing it feminized and practically nude is something else
again! The cold water occasionally hitting my smooth skin gave me goose-
bumps and shrank my pubes down to embarrassingly small dimensions. The
foamy soap felt alarmingly sensuous as it ooozed over my arms and legs.
Then I heard alarming rumbles and a spine-chilling "beep-beep-beep!" as
the Refuse Service rolled down the alley emptying the dumpsters and I
crouched behind the car to make sure I wouldn't be seen.
Finally, though, I had the car washed, and then...
"Hee-hee!"
A giggle from the other side of the privacy fence froze me motionless
and sent shivers up my spine.
"Mmmph-mmmph!"
Another titter and I shut off the hose and spun around. Three black co-
eds had climbed on something outside the fence and were peeking over the
top at me, grinning broadly... I suddenly remembered the African-
American sorority house was just across the street!
"Feeling chilly, Miss?" one of them teased.
Miss?!? I know I was sporting make-up and a feminine hair-do, but did
they really think I was a girl? Instantly I clutched a hand over my
crotch, crossed an arm over my chest, squeezing it into a sort of
breast-like shape, I guess, and half-crouched beside the car. "Go away!"
I squeaked.
"Hey, what's this?" A short-haired girl with blue-shadowed eyes and
matching lipstick suddenly snatched my underpants from where they'd been
hanging on the fence.
"Those are mine!" I wailed softly, reddening furiously all over. "Put
'em back!"
"Come and get them!"
The three girls suddenly dropped out of sight, and I heard them running
down the alley. Instantly, without thinking, I ran after them in my high
heels, my naked butt swishing wildly from side to side as my smooth legs
scissored wildly and my curled hair bounced across my cheeks and neck.
Somehow, unconsciously, I kept my arms in the classic pose of maidenly
modesty (Why was I covering my chest?) as I scampered across the street
after the little thieves. They darted between two houses, laughing
wildly, pitched my undies into the back of an idling pick-up truck, and
ran off!
Suddenly aware of what a sight I must make - naked on an off-campus
street, smooth-skinned, femmed up in high heels and makeup -- I skidded
to a stop, ducked behind a trash can and checked out the truck.
It was your typical open-back pick-up truck. Someone had loaded a few
filing cabinets into the front of the bed, secured with rope, and a man
was seated behind the wheel writing on a clipboard.... if I crouched
down and approached the truck straight from behind, I could retrieve my
panties - I mean Sonia's panties!--without being seen.
Cautiously, I got into position and stole up behind. Then, Just as I as
reaching into the bed to grab my briefs, The truck jerked, and the back-
up lights came on!
To keep from getting run over, I instinctively jumped into the bed. And
just as instinctively huddled down to keep from being seen! We were
moving down the street! Quick as I could I grabbed the panties and
struggled to put them on, rolling back and forth on my back as the
driver picked up speed, feeling the warm metal bed of the truck
painfully hot on my bare tush. I wiggled, wriggled, kicked off my heels
and FINALLY, I got the snug briefs up over my hips - they seemed
tighter, and the elastic looser than ever - and as the truck stopped I
slipped gthe heels back on and sat up for a look around.
We were stopped at a traffic light right at a Freeway Entrance Ramp!
Where was this truck going???
Moving quickly, I scrambled out of the bed, jumped down onto the street
and scampered over to the sidewalk, mincing in the heels, looking around
me, trying to figure out where I was.
Then I saw the familiar office buildings and department stores.
I was in the middle of Downtown - feminized in panties and high heels!
It was like some awful dream. People were stopping. Staring. Pointing.
Laughing. At ME!!
Blushing furiously, I took off down the street, running back in the
direction of Campus. Crowds of shoppers blocked my way. A traffic light
changed against me and I stood cowering on the street corner, hugging my
chest, hearing the snickers and whistles. Someone pinched my bottom as
the light changed, and I scurried across the street, my butt swishing as
I raced desperately back in the direction of the house where all my
troubles started.
Then, as I was just getting back into the off-campus residential area, I
heard a commanding female voice call, "HALT! POLICE!"
I stopped dead in my tracks and suddenly found myself surrounded by two
policewomen on bicycles, one tall and oriental-looking, the other a
petite short-haired blonde.
"Young lady," the Blonde said, "You can NOT run around topless like
that!"
Young Lady? These cops thought I was a woman!! For some reason I crossed
my arms across my chest as I quivered, "But-but I'm not a girl!!"
"Yeah?" The Oriental looked at me closely and dismounted her bike.
"Shirl," she said to her partner, "I think she's - I mean, HE'S--
right!"
Shirl looked down at the front of the frilly pink panties. "Are you
sure, Anna? Not much evidence!" she giggled.
The tall oriental followed her gaze and broke into a wide grin. "Now you
mention it, I guess not much! So what do we have here? A topless gal or
a really swishy guy?"
I positively reeled with shame as Shirl said, "Just one way to find
out," She suppressed a grin and addressed me, her voice serious, "Take
'em off!" She snapped the band of my panties!
"OUCH! But-but..." I blushed fire-red from scalp to toenails. "That'll
l-leave me.... n-naked!"
"In your case a minor misdemeanor," Anna sneered. "Stand over behind
that bush if you're feeling modest all of a sudden, But take off those
panties!"
"Yeah! So we know you're not hiding anything!" Shirl giggled again, but
the look in her eyes was serious. I hesitated.
"Maybe we better take him down to the station for a cavity search and a
night in the drunk tank..." Anna added.
"NO!" I squealed, terrified at the thought. "I'll do it!"
Partly sheltered by the nearby bush, all-thumbs with embarrassment, I
peeled off the scanty panties and, one hand cupped over my privates,
surrendered it to the laughing policewomen.
"Did you get a look at that thing he's hiding?" Anna whispered loud
enough for me to hear, "like a little cocktail wiener!"
"No wonder he's trying to look like a girl." Shirl made no attempt to
lower her voice. "Sure isn't much of a guy there!"
Standing there naked on a public street in front of two smartly-
uniformed policewomen, I thought it couldn't get any worse. Their eyes
swept up and down my feminized naked body like a shameful caress, their
attitude openly amused and scornful. Then something crackled over their
radio.
"Three-Eight," Anna spoke into her shoulder microphone, "we're enroute!"
And the sped off down the street, pumping their bikes furiously.
Taking the panties with them!
Instantly I jumped back behind the bush, looking frantically around.
Across the street, three jock-types had quit their game of Frisbee and
were watching me. Down the block, a bunch of high-school girls were
headed my way. At the corner, a couple of bikers were walking out of a
carry-out, looking around....
I kicked off my heels and took out as fast as I could! Running through
back yards, jumping fences, darting through alleys and driveways, smooth
legs flashing, curls swishing, my bare butt jiggling wildly as I
clutched a hand desperately down over my crotch, and crossed one arm
over what I now thought of as my BREASTS!
Along the way I ducked behind a fence laden with blooming honeysuckle
vine, and I pulled some off, making a brightly-colored belt of it that
hung off my waist, the leaves and blossoms partly covering my bottom and
my male parts. As I wove it together, crouched under the hanging vines,
pulling and tearing, more leaves and blossoms stuck in my hair, and when
I finally took off running again, I looked like some silly wood-nymph,
gadding about the off-campus neighborhood. As I ran down the street,
guys jeered, women sneered, and my ears rang with their laughter and m
own blushing embarrassment.
And it was in this condition that I finally got back through the fence
and into Sonia and Tanya's back yard!
It was late afternoon/early evening by now, and as I crept fearfully
into the yard, I saw Tanya and Sonia, now smartly dressed, standing on
the back porch, regarding me with undisguised amusement.
"Whoo-hoo!" Sonia cat-called. "What a cutie you turned out to be! And
after the way you tried to come on to me like such a big stud. And look
at you now... just LOOK at you!"
"Ain't it sexy, though?" Tanya looked down at me like some predatory
cat, "If more guys looked like that, I might try one sometime. How about
it, Cutie?"
"P-Please," Huddled there, nude and feminized in my flower-garlands,
shivering with dread and shame, panting with exhaustion, I tried to
speak but my voice seemed hoarse, high and breathless, "j-just gimme my
clothes back. I-I'm sorry I t-tried to force myself on you, Sonia. I
just want to get dressed and get out of here!"
"Oh, we don't have your clothes, Sweetie," Sonia grinned, "we gave them
back to you already; they were in those trash bags you took out to the
dumpster... remember?"
The Dumpster?!?! YES I remembered taking the trash bags out - and I also
remembered hiding when the trash trucks emptied the dumpster! All my
nice clothes were now on their way to the City dump!
Tanya saw the look of utter horror on my face and smiled even wider.
"Don't worry, Cutie. I took your wallet and car keys - and those concert
tickets - out of your pockets before I handed you that trash bag," My
momentary relief vanished as she went on, "So Sonia and I can take your
car and go out to Dinner and the Concert!"
"But-but what about me?" cringing nude on their back lawn, ridiculously
near-nude in flower garlands and feminine makeup I look pleadingly up at
the two smiling women.
"Well you certainly can't go anyplace," Sonia spoke as if to a child,
"you don't have any clothes--Girlie!"
"So you'll just have to stay her for awhile," Tanya's lips curled in a
sneer as she sauntered down off the step and up to me. There was
something in her hands. "Fortunately we have just the place for you!"
It was a dog collar.
In a split-second she had it locked around my neck and secured to a
chain attached to a post... next to a dog house!
"That's right, Sweet-ums!" Tanya grinned, "Just crawl in there and hope
nobody sees you till we get back!"
"And that might be quite some time," Sonia said thoughtfully, "After the
concert we might go over to your place and se if there's anything there
we want... you know: checks, credit cards, stereo, computer, TV
furniture...."
"And all the clothes, of course!" Tanya snickered. "By the time we're
through, you'll have NOTHING!"
"But don't look so down, Pupsie!" As the two girls turned to leave, cute
little Sonia looked back at me, crouched naked and feminine by the dog
house. "We'll make sure you have a very interesting time... in your new
home!"
thEnd!
Mikhaela
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