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So when I got back to Lorraine and Pat I asked what they had been
discussing and I had a feeling I was not exactly being told the truth
when Lorraine said to me that she had been discussing how tired she was
and then she said:
"Be a dear, would you mind carrying our shopping from Victoria's
Secret?"
And I was left wondering just what Lorraine had been saying to Pat but I
did not want to ask as I feared the answer may be that she had betrayed
me to Pat and told her what I was wearing last night.
I did not want anyone knowing about this. This had to be our little
secret and I feared being told that it no longer was.
And anyway how much was this our little secret when I was standing in a
shopping mall holding shopping bags from Victoria's Secret?
I had noticed, during the rest of our shopping trip, how Pat was more
cheerful than she normally was. That must have been something to do
with whatever Lorraine had been discussing with her.
When we had said our goodbyes and got home Lorraine asked me what I
thought of the slip she had picked out in the shop?
I mumbled that I thought it was very sexy.
"Well why don't you put it on?"
"Me?"
"You can't wear my slips all of the time. Didn't you realise that we
had gone shopping for you? I thought it would be nicer if we had
matching slips like real girlfriends," Lorraine said slipping off her
dress and standing there in her bra and panties, garterbelt and
stockings and her black patent court shoes. "You have noticed that,
haven't you, how best girlfriends often wear matching outfits?"
She was so sexy.
I said I had noticed that but I was her boyfriend not her girlfriend!
She pulled one of the slips over her head like the one that she had held
up against me in the shop and tossed a matching one over to me.
"Come on, get dressed. 'Bridget Jones's diary' is on tonight so let's
have a girls' night in!"
She then tossed a silky pair of black panties over to me. "You'll be a
bit cold watching the film without any panties on and your boxer shorts
just wouldn't go with the slip."
I could see the logic of what she was saying. Who had ever seen anyone
wear boxer shorts and a slip? But where was this going? I was not
about to dress as a woman so I decided I should draw a metaphorical line
in the sand.
"I'm not wearing your panties," I replied hesitantly.
"But I bought them for you," Lorraine responded rubbing out the line I
had just drawn and stepping over it and putting her arm round my
shoulder and dropping the panties on my lap.
"But they are girl's panties," I grumbled trying feebly to resist what I
knew was coming. "I'm not into wearing girl's clothing." Knowing full
well I was up against it now and it was only a question of Lorraine
pressing the right buttons.
"Have you ever heard of a man's slip?" Lorraine replied. "Look,
Phillip, you have still have got to decide if you are Phyllis or
Phillip. Are you really THAT threatened by a pair of panties, Phyllis?"
Lorraine went downstairs.
She knew she had won the argument and did not need to say any more. She
left me to put on my panties.
Somehow they were more snug than the boxer shorts but more comfortable
and I found the feel of them really exciting. I quickly put my slip on
as I was embarrassed to be wearing panties and I didn't want Lorraine to
see that I was wearing them.
I went downstairs.
"Are you wearing the panties I bought you?" Lorraine asked. Her
question immediately cutting straight through my sense of modesty and
although I was sure she did not need to hear the answer I said:
"Yes, Lorraine, I am wearing my panties thank you." And to prove what I
had just told her I reluctantly lifted my slip so she could see my
panties.
"Hold your slip up there and smile," Lorraine said.
Great another picture of me in a slip, this time posing like some
underwear model!
Although Lorraine had told me to pose for her I knew subconsciously that
there was still an element of free will about my choice to do so. I
could have refused I told myself.
Could I really? What was it about someone holding a camera telling you
to pose for them that compelled you to do so?
So as I stood thinking about free will there posing for her I thought
about how this was the first time I had exposed myself to Lorraine in
such a way.
Suddenly Lorraine then grabbed me by the head and forced me back on to
the sofa. Before I knew it her tongue had slipped inside my mouth and
we were engaged in the most passionate kiss I remember since we first
started dating. The strange thing about the kiss though was that it
felt like I was the woman and Lorraine was the man. She was penetrating
me and I felt breathless and lightheaded.
She was on top of me and she kissed me again and then she lay on top of
me as we ate popcorn and watched the film. From time to time she stuck
her hand in my panties and stroked me.
I fell asleep at some point round about the end of the film.
The following morning somehow my hard on did not feel so constrained by
my panties as it did in those boxer shorts.
"So are your panties more comfortable than those horrible boxer shorts?"
"Yes thank you. I felt more comfortable in my panties than in those
horrible boxer shorts."
"I think I'd better get you some more panties."
I went up to have a shave and looked at myself standing there in my slip
and panties and wondered how many other men in the world were shaving
this morning dressed like me?
Surely not many I thought, except perhaps gay men. Did that mean I was
gay?
Then I felt Lorraine's arms around me and she spun me round and sat me
on the edge of the bath.
"Let me tidy up those messy eyebrows of yours" she said as she started
plucking my eyebrows.
"Oh, oops, sorry, I have overdone it slightly." Lorraine giggled. "Let
me tidy that up."
Then she started drawing on eyebrows with a pencil and before I realised
what she was doing she was putting mascara on my eyelashes too!
"Oh come on Lorraine! It's one thing to explain the eyebrows, 'I
slipped whilst shaving' or something but quite another to explain
mascara!"
"Don't be so na?ve, Phillip, lots of men wear mascara!"
I was starting to feel like I was in a car with no brakes rolling
downhill. This was getting out of control. First a slip, then panties
and now mascara. Where would this end? I was not in control of this
situation, but was Lorraine still driving the car or had she decided to
jump out now she had done what she could?
It was time to get off to work and it was getting late so I quickly
jumped into my suit and went out to face the world, wearing panties and
mascara unaware that I had not done my flies up until I reached the
station to commute into work.
Just how many people had seen my panties? But for that matter why did I
care? I would probably never speak with half of these people and they
would never speak to me, particularly if they had seen Lorraine's choice
of underwear for me...So what did it matter?
I was surprised no-one seemed to notice.
No-one said anything at work to me either.
When I got home Lorraine asked me about my day at work and I admitted
no-one had said anything. Then she asked me who I thought the toughest
male singer I liked was. I thought about it for a moment. "Iggy Pop."
"What the same man who said "I'm not ashamed to 'dress like a woman'
because I don't think it's shameful to be a woman."?" Asked Lorraine.
"Look you are in a privileged position. You can place yourself in my
private world. You can feel the sensuous pleasure of a garterbelt and
stockings hidden under your clothes. You can be both the man who looks
and the girl at whom he looks."
I went to my drawer to change out of my panties. It was at this point I
made the discovery that Lorraine had appeared to have got confused about
whose drawer was whose and I pointed this out to Lorraine.
"Oh no Phillip, that's your drawer alright. You told me how horrible
your boxer shorts were remember? And we agreed that I would buy you
panties instead."
"But what are all these bras doing here?"
Lorraine had noticed that I was not objecting to her removal of the
boxer shorts I used to wear and the purchase of my new panties and was
keen to move me further forward in the direction she had planned for me.
"Oh they sell the bras and panties together, silly."
"Why do I get the feeling you are going to be asking me to wear a bra
next Lorraine?"
"Why would I do that? It's true that it would be a shame to have you
wear out your panties and to have a load of extra bras lying around but
it would have to be your decision. If you were to wear your bras with
your panties they would probably wear out at the same time as your
panties do."
"Yes but I am not wearing a bra," I said.
"It would help with your posture too. You tend to slouch and a bra
would help you to stand more upright. After all a bra is for showing
off your assets, I mean for showing off a woman's assets."
I could sense that Lorraine wanted me in a bra and was not going to give
up until I agreed to wear one.
"You know one thing that often separates you men from us girls is you
have no problem showing us your bare chests whereas we girls cover up.
So tell me... As you sit there in your panties do you feel something is
missing?"
I reluctantly slowly acknowledged my sense of aesthetics meant I felt
the need to put on the bra that matched the panties I was wearing. It
just did not feel right to leave it in the drawer.
"Alright, you win, I will try on a bra."
"Whose bra?"
"The one that matches my panties."
"Yes but whose bra is it? My bra or your bra?"
Lorraine was forcing me to own my bra. It seemed ridiculous. Obviously
it was my bra. She's bought it for me.
"It's my bra," I acknowledged.
"You want to try on your first bra," Lorraine taunted me. "Ok, now
are you going to wear your bra like a Phillip or a Phyllis?"
How did I know? How did a Phillip or a Phyllis wear a bra? Would a man
wear a bra? If so, how?
Lorraine watched me from the bedroom door as I stood trying to fasten my
bra behind my back with my back to her.
She took pity on me and fastened it then told me to turn round.
Instinctively I tried to cover the bra cups with my hands and forearms
and Lorraine giggled.
"I tried to make it easy for you by pointing out how a man would wear a
bra and you still respond like a Phyllis! That was such a girly
reaction to cover your chest! I think if you are going to find your
animus we are going to need to help you discover your anima Phyllis."
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