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Lisa took short but purposeful strides as she made her way across the
open air plaza. Any male who chanced to walk behind her could not help
but admire the view. The high-waisted black pencil skirt hugged her
obvious curves and accentuated her trim waist. The skirt ended just below
her knees to reveal shapely legs encased in sheer black stockings above
four-and-one-half -inch high heels. Her deep auburn hair fell in soft
open waves down to her shoulders, silky and glistening on the white silk
blouse with sheer sleeves that she wore. She was a decidedly attractive
woman.
But Frank, or more appropriately now Frankie, was not just any male. He
was a young man wearing a woman's panties under his trousers -- a frothy,
frilly, lace-edged, be-ribboned pair of panties, silky and taut across
his soft bottom and a constant source of arousal for his cock. And, he
was a young man on a shopping trip with his mother, a trip during which
she had threatened to buy him panties, bras, and other pretty
undergarments.
Lisa walked briskly but slowed as she caught sight of the display in the
fabric store and sewing notions window. Two mannequins in the display
were wearing matching red with white polka dot dresses -- a mother and
daughter combination made from the same pattern. Lisa noticed too the
sign in the window that advertised summer dress patterns and select
fabrics half-price.
"Aren't those dresses just darling?" she asked Frankie. Unsmiling he
nodded. "They are a little retro with those swing style skirts, but oh
what fun they would be to make-up. I used to love to sew mother-daughter
dresses for Lindsey and I." She sighed. Lindsey was away now at college
and it had been quite some time since they dressed in mother and daughter
matching styles. "Well," she said, "I guess college girls don't much go
in for mother daughter dresses. Oh but wouldn't that be fun?" She stared
down at him for a moment and a strange light flickered in her eyes.
Frankie stood at her side in torment. Just days ago his mother had come
home early, too early, and caught him dressed in a skirt and sweater,
wearing high heels and stockings, and a bra and panties -- the same
panties he wore now. And now his secret, his hidden guilty pleasure, had
been exposed to her, to his mother. He hung his head in shame as he
remembered all that had happened in the last few hours and remembered,
too, that he was wearing a pair of pretty panties.
Anxious to somehow get in her good graces again he looked up at her and
forced a smile. "Oh gee, mother, I'm sure Lindsey would look great in
that dress."
"Maybe so," said Lisa, "But I was just thinking about making it for
someone else. Come with me." With that Lisa whipped through the doors and
an hour later Frankie emerged carrying bags stuffed with fabrics, thread,
ribbon, zippers, elastic and a dress pattern for retro-styled, A-shaped
sun dresses. He was delighted as they returned to her car in the large
parking lot. Her threat to buy him women's undergarments was now
seemingly forgotten. Everything was safely placed in the trunk and
Frankie walked to the passenger side of the car. Lisa's voice brought him
up short.
"Come on sweetheart," she said. "We have some shopping yet to do for you
honey. I just did not want to lug all of that with us." She turned on her
heel and he stood dumb-founded, rooted to the spot, until he shook
himself loose and trotted after her.
Lisa retraced her steps across the plaza and made her way to Stein's
department store. She made a beeline for the woman's department and
worked her way to the section with intimate apparel. "Frankie," she said
as she walked, "You were wearing one of my girdles over your panties the
other day. I can't imagine it really fit you. Was that just to hold up
your stockings? You know, girls your age don't wear girdles honey. They
wear garter belts with stockings."
Frankie was shocked that she talked openly about him wearing women's
clothes and looked around quickly to make sure no one had heard her
remarks. Oh, he thought, this can't go on much longer. She's not going to
do this. And so he was absolutely terrified when Lisa made her way to
rack of bras and panties. He hung his head and stared down at the floor
near her feet.
"Good afternoon and welcome to Stein's." The voice seemed to come from
just over his shoulder and a pair of navy blue and white wing-tip style
heels moved into view. Frankie noticed the thin gold ankle bracelet under
the hosiery and his eyes drifted up to a well-tailored navy blue skirt
that gave way to a narrow belt with a small gold buckle. Frankie looked
up to see a trim woman, in a navy blue suit paired with an off white
blouse that fell from a deep-v neck line in gentle folds of soft fabric.
Her blonde hair was neatly coiffed in a french twist and eyes were bright
blue. "May I help you? Something in intimate apparel?"
Lisa nodded and smiled at the woman. She noticed the name-tag 'Ms. V,
Paine.' "Why thank-you Ms. Paine. Yes, we could use some help. He needs
bras and panties, but we don't see quite what we're looking for."
Frankie stared open-mouthed at his mother. He clearly heard his mother
say 'he.' Valerie Paine smiled, not quite sure she heard the request
correctly. She had walked up from behind Frankie, assumed the slight
figure with the shoulder length dark brown hair wearing jeans and
sneakers was part of a mother and daughter shopping trip. As sales
professional, and one on commission to boot, Valerie focused her
attention on the woman who obviously would be making the buying
decisions.
"Well, everything on this rack is on sale at thirty percent off the
marked prices. But we do have an excellent selection in addition to what
you see here. What exactly are you looking for miss..."
The question died on Valerie's lips as she focused on Frankie for the
first time and realized that this was no mother and daughter shopping
spree. It was mother and son! Valerie had seen her share of men shopping
for 'wives and girlfriends' and had waited on one or two trans-gendered
customers, but this was a first. She turned her head and looked
quizzically at Lisa.
Lisa reached out and gently patted the saleswoman's arm. "Oh, he's been
getting into his sister's things and even mine. So I thought it would be
best if he had his own undergarments." Frankie blushed furiously, his
shoulders sagged, he dropped his chin nearly to his chest and wished
desperately that his nightmare would end. He was frozen in shame and not
a little fear.
"Ms. Paine asked you a question dear." Lisa's voice shook him. "I expect
better manners than that, now don't be so rude."
Valerie had little patience for customers who were merely browsing the
aisles and normally would quickly leave them on their own and wait by her
register on the odd chance she could ring up a small sale. But it had
been a slow afternoon and this little episode was quite the diversion.
She smiled with a wicked sneer that Lisa could not see. "Did you have
something specific in mind, sweetie? Hmmmm?"
Frankie looked up at his interrogator and was helplessly confused. He
wanted to run away and hide from all this but it was too late, now, far
too late. He was mute, speechless and then Lisa's voice rocked him back
on his heels.
"Well he's wearing a darling pair of panties right now, aren't you
Frankie? Why don't you tell Ms. Paine all about your panties and why you
like them so much and then she'll help you find what you want." Frankie
trembled and fought back tears.
Valerie put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, I understand, it's always a
little awkward for girls to talk about their undies, isn't it honey?
Well, you don't have to say another word. We can just go over in the
fitting room and you can show me your panties. Come with me and we'll
have a look." Valerie gave him a little nudge and pointed to the fitting
rooms. She looked up at Lisa and was rewarded with a grin and wink.
"Oh no, oh no," Frankie said in a small voice he hardly recognized as his
own. "I'll tell you. I'll tell you. I ... I'm ... wearing ... well,
they're, they're pretty panties."
Valerie giggled in spite of herself. She had felt a twinge of sympathy
for the humiliated young man, but the feeling passed quickly. Now another
feeling washed over her, a deeply satisfying wave of pleasure as she
realized with certainty that she enjoyed teasing him, humiliating him.
"Well," she said as she stepped back to get a better look at him. "We
have lots of pretty panties and pantie sets with matching bras too. So
I'm going to need to know more about what you think makes panties so very
pretty." She grinned wickedly watching him twist his hands. "Unless of
course you would just give a little peek at your panties."
"Lace," he blurted out thinking that a full confession would save him and
end all the questions, get him away from Ms. Paine, away from all the
women's clothes, out of the store, back in their car. "Lace, lace and
ribbons, and they're silky, they're white. I'm wearing white panties with
lace trim and pink ribbons." He looked up at her and a tear rolled down
his cheek.
Valerie now had her first taste of completely humiliating a man and it
was intoxicating. Now she wanted more and Valerie sensed that the woman
standing beside her agreed. She turned to look at Lisa. "Well I think we
have some lovely things he would enjoy wearing. May I show them to you?"
"Of course Ms. Paine ...." Lisa began but the saleswoman interrupted,
"Please, I'm Valerie," and she extended her hand. "Lisa took it in her
own. "So nice to meet you Valerie, I'm Lisa." Frankie watched the two
women clasp hands before they turned and made their way to the lingerie
sales counter. Valerie took up her familiar place behind the counter and
looked down at him. This she thought, as she smiled devilishly, is going
to be fun.
"Well, sweetie doll, what size panties do you wear?' "And your bra size?"
Frankie looked at her dumbly and Lisa smiled. "You don't know? Well,"
Lisa said as she reached inside a drawer by the register, "look's like
we'll just have to take some measurements." With a cloth tape measure in
her hands she strode confidently from behind the counter.
"Darling, you must know at least how tall you are and how much you
weigh." She stood in front of him with the tape dangling form her
fingertips.
"I'm five foot five inches tall," he said, relieved finally to be asked a
question for which the answer did not shame him. "And I weigh about 120
pounds." Valerie nodded, bent down and laced the tape under his arms. As
she did so she deliberately let one end of the tape slip from her hands .
She leaned in close to him and pressed her breasts against him pretending
to retrieve the tape. As she did so she also traced her fingertips across
his back and was oddly disappointed to find he was not wearing so much as
a training bra or a camisole.
With the tape retrieved she called out the measures as she worked.
"Twenty-nine at the chest, twenty-five at the waist..." Valerie looked up
at Lisa, ". . . We could get him down to twenty-two with the right corset
. .. and oh my, thirty-four at the hips." Valerie withdrew the tape and
artfully swiped her fingertips across his bulging crotch. So she thought,
he's all excited now. "You are a sweet little thing aren't you? Looks
like size five panties for you, and I have a bra and pantie set you'll
just love honey."
"With matching garter-belt?" Lisa asked.
"Why yes, yes this particular line does have a matching garter," Valerie
said with a note of surprise in her voice "Would you like to see that as
well as the bra and pantie."
"Absolutely," Lisa said with certainty. "He's so slender. Hardly needs a
girdle. I just wonder why he ever thought he had to wear one." Frankie
blushed furiously and cringed to hear his mother talk about it.
Valerie slipped behind the counter again and with a professional
flourish, she quickly pleated a sheet of pink tissue paper and draped it
inside a shallow box. The she opened one drawer after another from the
tall cabinets behind the counter. Valerie slipped her hand inside the
waistband of a white pair of panties with a froth of lace and leaned over
the counter.
"Oh," Lisa gushed. 'Aren't those just darling. Frankie dear, you must
just love them."
"This really is a lovely bra and pantie set," Valerie said. "Looks and
feels like sateen ..." She held them out for Lisa to run between her
fingertips. " ... but they're rayon. The trim of course is lace and these
three rows nearly cover almost all the fabric and present that, oh, let's
say 'very girly' ruffled panty look. And you'll notice that this lavender
ribbon laced through the eyelets in the lace at the elasticized waist
goes all around to the backside ..." Valerie turned her hand over, "...
and is tied in this bow with these flirty, fun, long streamers."
"Oh," exclaimed Lisa. "They're just perfect for him. Isn't this exactly
what you wanted honey?"
Frankie looked up at her with his cheeks on fire, "Oh no, mother, no ..."
he said softly as his voice faded away.
Valerie was enjoying every minute of his agony and she pressed her
advantage.
"And because it's a set, we can match it with this lovely bra. See how
the lace pattern is repeated on the cups and it has a matching bow."
"Well there you are sweetheart. Panties and a matching bra. With lots of
lace and ribbons. They really are perfect. Now you won't have to take
your sister's bras and panties."
Frankie shook his head slowly from side to side as his slender shoulders
trembled. "Mother, oh, please, please mother..."
Valerie felt a thrill of excitement rush through her as she watched him
squirm and his pleading made it even more satisfying.
"Oh, and I almost forgot," Valerie said with a cunning smile. "This is
the matching garter belt. As you can see, it too has a wide row of lace,
only this time that cute bow is in front. So, when you pair it with the
panties ... " Valerie expertly slipped the garter belt into the panties
on the counter, " ... you have this waterfall of lace that accentuates
the length of the torso, emphasizes the derriere and, and ... it's all
tied up in a bow -- back and front. It's like wrapping a present that
some lucky boy just can't wait to open!"
Lisa clasped her hands together. "I can't even imagine what the boys
would think if they caught a peek of you in these panties, Frankie. Oh,
you would be such a naughty tease, wouldn't you darling."
Frankie was on the verge of tears. His eyes were wet and his stomach
ached. He stood at the counter and stooped, slouched over as if he were
being pressed into the floor.
Valerie, not to be outdone by Lisa, picked up where she had left off.
"Well, if you want to be a little flirt with the boys, Frankie, we also
carry this black pair trimmed in black lace -- and that same naughty
little lavender ribbon and bow. And...," Valerie quickly dipped into a
half-open drawer, "here's my favorite .. this pair of deep lavender
panties, with black lace and the same ribbon and bow design." Valerie
turned to Lisa, "Although I must admit that the black pair and the
lavender pair are a little bit sexier than the white ensemble. Maybe
they're better suited for a more mature woman.
"And it's such a shame that we don't have any training bras to go with
these lovely panties. I'm sure you're disappointed Frankie that you're
not grown up enough for more than a training bra." Frankie squeezed his
eyes shut tightly hoping the tears would not show.
Lisa smiled broadly. "Well Valerie, you have been very helpful. And I
must say I agree. Maybe that's exactly what we need here, for a certain
someone to be more mature, more grown up."
Valerie sensed that Lisa had finally determined that Frankie's lesson was
drawing to a close and she found herself disappointed. She was bemused
still by the thought of the young man wearing panties, and with his long
hair and slight build, with the right clothes he would easily pass for a
young woman. And with the right make-up..." Valerie snapped back from her
wandering thoughts. Subconsciously she reached a hand up to the bosom of
her silk blouse. "Well then again, more than a few girls have managed to
fill a bra cup a size or two larger than what nature intended. We could
always add some, ah, enhancements." Valerie looked up and caught a broad
smile from Lisa.
"Oh I quite agree, Valerie dear," Lisa said as she ran her fingertips
over her own bosom. "Some very lovely women have been beautifully endowed
by nature in so many ways. That's what makes them so desirable." Now it
was Valerie's turn to blush warmly beneath her make-up.
"And," Lisa continued, as if to echo Valerie's earlier thoughts. "Some
sweet young things will need the firm hand of a woman to make them as
feminine as we want then to become." The two women shared a moment of
pointed silence and smiled knowingly at one another.
"Now darling," Lisa said as she turned to Frankie, "Ms. Paine has shown
you some lovely things here. It's time to tell us which you like best so
she can wrap them up for you."
Frankie stood woodenly beside his mother, truly unable to speak. His mind
reeled. She's not going to buy these he said to himself. She couldn't,
she wouldn't. Lisa seemed to be growing impatient, but Valerie saw her
chance at hand to embarrass him even further and she seized the
opportunity with both hands. She picked up the lavender panties and held
them above the counter in front of him.
"All girls should have at least one really pretty pair of panties," she
cooed. "And especially a pair like this with just oodles of lace and all
tied up with a ribbon and a bow."
Lisa did not miss a beat. She picked up the white bra and held it in
front of Frankie's chest. "You can't go wrong with white as a basic
wardrobe element, honey. The only thing you can wear under a white blouse
or top is a white bra."
Valerie watched in satisfaction as young man's cheeks reddened deeply and
found herself deeply pleased with his reaction. She slipped the black
pair of panties over her hand and reached out to him. "Now these black
panties are a little bit sexy, but they're really cute. But just imagine
Frankie, honey, how you will feel wearing them under a black cocktail
dress, you know, the kind of dress with a sequined bodice and a flirty
little organza skirt. A skirt just short enough to almost show the tops
of your stockings off for the boys ..." Valerie paused to pick-up and
slowly drape the black garter belt atop the black panties, "... all
snugged up nice and tight to this matching garter belt."
Lisa smiled. "Well honey, which pair of panties and bra and garter belt
do you like the best? Go ahead now and pick the one you want to wear."
Frankie stared in disbelief and looked first at Valeria and then at his
mother. "Oh, oh, mother ... I can't, I just can't, I can't pick ... oh
please don't make me pick one..."
Lisa smiled indulgently. "Well Valerie, I guess that settles it. Frankie
just can't seem to choose the bra and panty set he likes best, so I guess
we're done here." Valerie sighed. In her mind she saw Frankie dressed in
these panties, the matching bra and garter belt. With stockings and high
heels, too. She wanted to see him dressed from head to toe, vulnerable,
pleading, feminized and begging for a release she would not grant and the
thought of it filled her with a deep warm pleasure. She wanted to see him
with his rich deep brown hair styled to perfection, with his nails
polished, his mouth moist and glistening with lip gloss and his big brown
eyes doe-like and submissive under heavy lashes and smoky eye-make-up.
Valerie turned her gaze to a smiling Lisa who said, "Since Frankie can't
decide to pick just one, well then . . . we'll just have to take them
all. The bras, the panties . . . and the garter belts. The white, the
black and the lavender. And," she added turning to him, "you'll be paying
for all this with your allowance and what you have put away in your
savings. Now you just go back over to that rack of bras and panties that
are on sale and pick out six pairs of panties and bras for yourself --
you know your sizes now, don't look so confused -- you'll need panties to
wear every day. Something you can machine wash. You don't want to be hand
washing your pretty lingerie every day now do you darling? Get a few
pairs in white honey and then some pretty colors, too. Oh and make sure
you get bras with full cups dear... " Lisa waved him away.
Valerie could hardly believe what she had just heard. The most
tantalizing images raced through her mind. This brought things to a whole
new level she thought. This very stylish woman meant to do more than
humiliate her son: she actually intended to dress him in bras and
panties. The thought thrilled her, but she regained her composure
quickly.
"Lisa," she inquired professionally, "will Frankie be needing some
hosiery today?"
"Valerie, how thoughtful of you to remind me. Yes, he will most
definitely need hose." The two women fell into a conspiratorial
conversation and hardly noticed the cringing Frankie return to the
counter with panties and bras. Valerie gleefully rang up the merchandise
and silently calculated her sales commission Then she proceeded to box
the matching panty and bra sets with the garter belts. "I'm afraid to say
that we don't have this adorable lavender black lace panty in his size,
Lisa," she said. "But not to worry." She smiled at Frankie. "I can get
them in your size from one of our other stores honey. I don't want this
sweet thing to go home thinking he couldn't have the prettiest panties in
the store for his very own."
Frankie simply hung his head. Lisa handed him the bags to carry and
turned back to smile again at Valerie. "It was so lovely to have you help
us today. You have been just wonderful."
Valerie smiled in turn. "Lisa, take my card. If there is anything else I
can help you with, just give me a call. And Frankie, dear, we are
starting to get our fall lines in now. You just let me know you're coming
in and I'll put aside some nice skirts and pretty dresses for you to try
on. Maybe that way I'll finally get a peek at your panties."
***
Frankie was glum and silent as Lisa drove away from the plaza. Two large
shopping bags occupied the back seat of the car and Frankie anxiously
turned to look at them from time to time. He could not believe he had
just gone shopping in the lingerie department of a store where everybody
saw him shopping for bras and panties. His mind raced. He even picked out
bras and panties his mother said he would wear every day. Surely she did
not mean he would have to wear panties and a bra every day, all day. And
then there were bra and panty sets with the garter belts. Sets she said
he wanted because he admitted he was wearing panties covered with lace
and ribbons. Admitted it to a total stranger who even wanted him to show
her his panties. Frankie thought about all the pretty panties tucked away
in the bags in the back seat of the car. He thought about the panties he
was wearing and he felt his cock stiffen against the silky fabric.
As soon as the car stopped in the driveway Lisa was out the door and on
her way into the house. "Bring everything we bought inside. Put those
bags in my bedroom and put all the things we bought at the fabric store
in my sewing room. When you're done with all that I'll meet you in the
bathroom. Frankie did as he was told and then tapped on the bathroom
door.
Lisa opened the door and a wave of perfume wafted out. He stepped inside
and saw the tub filled with bubbles. Lisa closed the door behind him and
then began to unbutton his shirt.
"You know honey, sometimes after a day of shopping, it's wonderful to
take a nice warm bubble bath and think about all the lovely things you've
just bought. I'll bet you can't wait to try them on. Hmmmm? Your new
pretty panties. A bra to go with them." She unfastened the belt around
his waist, unbuttoned the fly and pulled down the zipper. With a little
tug at his waist she dropped his pants to the floor around his feet."
Frankie stood paralyzed. Lisa stooped to pull at the pants on the floor
and he instinctively raised one foot and then bent down when she told him
to take off his socks. He stood before her dressed only in the lace
trimmed panties and blushed deeply.
Lisa toyed with the little ribbons on each hip and ran her hands over his
panty-clad behind. "Oh honey, wasn't it fun to go shopping wearing your
pretty panties? And now you have panties and bras and a garter belt and
stockings you can wear the next time we go shopping. Think of how much
fun you'll have wearing all your pretty things." She looked down and
smiled in satisfaction at the obvious bulge in his panties and stroked
his aroused cock with the tip of her finger. He moaned softly. She turned
him to face the mirror and he cringed as she tugged at the waistband of
the panties, stretching them taut across his now obvious erection.
"Ohhh, I know you love wearing your panties darling, don't you?" she
asked as he began to tremble. "And you have lovely new panties to wear
with a bra and a garter belt, too. I just know you can't wait to try them
on. You can get all dressed up." Lisa took his hand and placed it on his
panty covered cock and covered it with her own. "Oh yes, sweetie, all
dressed up. With stockings and high heels." She moved his hand slowly
across the silky panties. "Ohh, that's nice isn't it?"
Dry-mouthed and shaking Frankie nodded wordlessly. "Oh and you'll a wear
pretty dress, too, and underneath your dress you have on your lovely lace
panties .... and your bra ... a garter belt ... silky stockings on your
smooth legs... Hmmm, how would that be?" Lisa asked as she made him
stroke his rampant cock . "Ohhhh, you like that don't you?" With a gasp
he mouthed the word "yes." Lisa smiled. "Yes, yes," she whispered. She
reached around him and with her other hand and put a fingertip to his
lips. "Yes, and lipstick ... and mascara ... eye shadow ... to make you
pretty..." She folded his fingers around the shaft of his throbbing cock
and felt him thrust his hips forward to drive his crotch against his hand
and hers. Lisa pulled him back and batted his hand away.
He gasped aloud and Lisa moved her own hand in place over his now aching
cock. "You' like that don't you?" She cooed in his ear as she tightened
her grip and stroked his dick. "Yes, yes," he said softly. Lisa continued
to stroke and felt a warm spot of pre-cum as she massaged the tip of his
hugely hard erection. "Yes, yes, yes," she repeated. "All dressed up . .
. in pretty panties . . . silky stockings . . . high heels . . . make-up
. . . perfume . . . " She rubbed the spot of pre-cum spreading on the
silky fabric of the panties across the head of his cock. "You like that
don't you?"
"Yes, yes," he said urgently. "Oh yes."
Lisa smiled, dropped her hand and spun him around to face her. She took
his chin in the cup of her hand and kissed him gently.
"Well, then sweetie, you just slip into that nice bubble bath and we can
spend all afternoon getting you . . . all . . . dressed . . . up!"
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