I was executor of my Aunt's estate when he died. He was the black sheep of the family, as far as everyone one else was concerned. My Aunt had actually been my dad's brother. When he was close to 50 years old, he had suddenly started dressing up like a woman. Everyone in the family was scandalized, except me. I was 30, and I saw how much happier he was as a woman. I figured if it made him happy, more power to him! I had told him that I still thought he was the greatest, a year after he decided to be a woman. He broke down and cried. He was so happy to have a supporter. He seemed even happier after that. He was a little odd at times. I would be over visiting, and he would suddenly disappear for the rest of the evening. I could never find him when he did that, and he would never tell me where he went, or what he did. It happened about 20 percent of the time I was there. I didn't care, just accepted it as another of his little oddities.

We had gotten quite close before he died. I asked him why he didn't get the surgery that so many men get who want to become women. He said that I would understand someday. He had the best of both worlds, he said, and he wasn't going to change a thing.

The cause of death was a mystery. The coroner could find no reason. My aunt was only 50, so we were at somewhat of a loss about the whole thing.

My aunt had been quite wealthy. At the reading of the will, he was quite generous with the other members of my family, saying that my friendship had meant more to him than anyone would ever know. Even though the rest of my family had rejected him, he said that I came from good stock, and THAT was the reason they were included in the estate.

I almost fell over when I discovered that my share of his fortune was 10 million dollars. It was half his estate. The other half was divided among my family and some charities. I had always thought he was solvent, maybe 10 or 20 grand stashed somewhere, but I had no idea!

There were a set of instructions for me included in his will, as well as a sealed envelope. My dad laughed and laughed when he heard Aunt Frank's condition for me to inherit his millions. I had to wear women's undergarments only for the next month. No men's undergarment of any kind was allowed. My outer clothing was my own choice. Specifically, I had to wear panties, hose, a bra and a full slip under my normal day clothes, and panties with a nightie at night. No male T-shirts, underpants, socks, or any other male undergarment was allowed. "You're the only one he really liked, Mike, he wants you to follow in his footsteps!", said my dad, laughing.

"Are you going to do it?" asked my sister breathlessly. She had the oddest little smile on her face - like she knew something I didn't!

"You bet your ass! For 10 million bucks? It's the least I can do!" I replied, coloring. To dad I said "He only liked me better because I was the only one who accepted his little eccentricities"

"ECCENTRICITIES!? Oh that's rich Mike! He was a faggot weirdo who wanted to be a woman! Everybody hated him!"

"Dad, he was your own brother. He was NOT gay, by the way! He didn't want to BE a woman, either, he just enjoyed wearing their clothes! He was always kind and gentle, before AND after he started crossdressing! There were a lot of people who liked him in the community, too. They just knew better than to bring it up around you."

"What a crock!" he said, laughing

"Dad, Mike's right! I used to visit him secretly about once a month. There are a lot of people who thought he was odd, but liked him just the same! When I'd ask them about his crossdressing, they'd say 'well, it's mighty strange, but that's just Frank!'".

I looked incredulously at my sister. I knew about her "secret" visits, but I was quite impressed that she admitted it to dad. She had spoken the truth to my dad softly and with her usual attitude of respect. It had the desired effect. Dad cooled off and even teared up a little. He matched her tone "Well, I don't know about that, but I WILL miss him, the big sissy! I'm sorry I never stopped being angry at him long enough to talk to him about it. I always thought men who dressed up like women were fa. . . uh, gay."

"No dad, many male crossdressers are straight and married." my sister said shyly. I was surprised that she knew this.

"Hmmph! Well, I can see that at least you and Mike had the guts to talk to him about it. What do you mean by 'male crossdressers'?"

"Men who dress in women's clothes, as opposed to a 'female crossdresser'. That would be a woman who dresses in men's clothes. Of course, that's quite common, 99% of the female population does that", explained my sister.

"WHAT? Young lady I'll have you know your mother is NOT a pervert!"

"That's right Dad, she's NOT a pervert. But I know she wears your T-shirts to bed sometimes. Two of the shirts she routinely wears are men's shirts."

"But . . . . Well, she DOES wear my T-shirts. You say she wears men's shirts?"

"Yeah, you know that nice blue button down shirt of hers - Next time you see her in it, look and see which side the buttons are on. Men's shirts have buttons on the right, women's have them on the left. There's a double standard!"

"OK, I guess you're right. Double Standard?"

"Sure dad, if you wore mom's pink nightie to bed, you'd be laughed at. If you wore a blouse instead of a shirt, you'd be ridiculed. Women are allowed to cross dress, men aren't. Quite simple really!"

"You're a smart cookie, darlin'. I guess I never thought of it that way." Dad had relaxed and was laughing at himself now. "I'd do it too, for 10 million bucks, son!"

The envelope said to open only in his office. I had been left his house and all belongings too. It wasn't a mansion, but it was quite nice. Curious, I went into his office and sat at his chair. I opened the envelope. Inside was a sheet of paper with a set of instructions. I was to type my name on his computer, then a password of "Panties". The paper started to feel warm, then hot. I put it down and it went up in smoke. All that was left was ash.

I mused on the meaning of it. He had worn panties, I was sure, everything else he wore was feminine. I looked around his office until my eyes came to rest on his computer. It was quite a machine, with a 25 inch monitor, a 90 Mhz Pentium chip, 64 Meg of ram, 50 gig of hard disk, and a whole load of other stuff. I had an idea. He was always typing stuff into this computer - that's why he had such a big hard disk. I switched it on and waited for it to boot.

I typed "Mike". The computer asked for a password. I used "Panties" as the password. The screen cleared, then a text file displayed on the screen. It was a note from my Aunt. He said "I know you never cross dressed, but as my final wish, I wish you to try it once. In my vault (36 - 24 - 36) there is a pair of panties. I want you to wear these specific panties along with the rest of the required feminine undergarments under your normal clothes for one month. I promise that what happens will be beyond your wildest dreams!"

I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. I loved my aunt, but what would people say if they found out I was wearing women's panties? I guessed that no one would have opportunity to find out, but I was sure that I would feel like a pervert. Of course, my family knew the requirement of my inheritance, but I figured it wouldn't get around. As I considered it at length, I remembered something he had said to me once. "Most men are such wimps when it comes to clothing! Women wear whatever they want and figure screw anyone who doesn't like it. Women wear men's shirts, they even wear our boxer shorts! Men should feel free to slip on a pair of silky feminine panties if they want to! If they like a way a bra or slip, or a dress feels and looks, they should just do it, and say "screw it" like women do"

I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but his argument made sense. I didn't want him to think of me as a wimp, so I opened the vault and dialed the combination. Sure enough, inside were a pair of silky pink lacy nylon panties. They smelled nice, kinda feminine perfumey.

"I must be nuts!" I said to myself, but dropped my pants and took off my jockey shorts. I slipped one leg in the panties, then realized they were backwards. I tried again, and got it right this time. They sure felt strange as I slid them up my legs, snugly into place on my body.

Boy, they sure were soft! They actually felt pretty nice next to my skin. Then I was embarrassed, realizing I was standing there in a pair of women's panties, so I quickly put my jockey shorts & pants back on. Then I remembered the "no men's underwear" part of the requirement, so I took my pants off and removed the jockey shorts, then put my pants back on.

I closed the vault and sat down at the computer again. The text had disappeared from the screen, so I typed my name again. It asked for the password, and I typed "panties" again.

This time, the screen came up with a picture of me sitting at the computer. A question appeared at the bottom. "Are you wearing the panties?"

"Yes" I typed, feeling like I was trapped in some weird movie. The picture changed a little. There was a flash as a smile appeared on my face in the picture. Another flash, and my pants were blinking on and off. When they were off, you could see the panties on me.

Another text screen popped up and explained that I was wearing very special panties. They were self-cleaning, in fact. They would never need washing, in fact, I should never wash them. I was also instructed to take them off ONLY to bathe.

Another screen popped up and said "you have 24 hours to get the rest of your lingerie. I have arranged for you to have help and privacy for this - it's not my goal to embarrass you. Call your sister and ask her to tell you what I told her."

COPYRIGHT © 1997 Victoria Powers - All Rights Reserved - No Reproduction

Chapter Three - My First Day in Lingerie
Chapter Four - Back at Home
Chapter Five - At the Office
Chapter Six - Back to Sweet's Lingerie!
Chapter Seven - Something Unusual at Home
Chapter Eight - The Seventh Day
Chapter Nine - A Secret at Aunt Frank's House

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