I picked up the phone and dialed my sister. "Hi Mike", she said, without waiting for me to identify myself. She had also answered on the first ring, almost as if she was waiting for me to call.

"H . . . Hi sis. You were expecting my call? Aunt Frank said I should ask you to tell me something he told you."

"Yes, I WAS expecting your call. Auntie said you'd be calling after you opened your special envelope. But first, you're supposed to describe your clothing to me!"

I was surprised about that, but said "Bluejeans, flannel shirt, white socks, white T-shirt and tennis shoes"

"You're not wearing any underpants?"

"Well, er, yes. Pink nylon panties with lace"

She laughed and said "that's better! How do you like them?"

"Well, it's weird, and it looks REALLY weird, but it actually feels OK, softer and more comfortable than my usual jockey shorts."

"All right! OK, Auntie gave me some instructions for you. I'm supposed to take you to Sweet's Lingerie shop!"

"WHAT?!"

"You'd rather go buy your bra, slip & hose alone?"

I thought about that for all of 3 seconds. "No, of course not! I'd appreciate your help sis."

"That's more like it. OK, I'll be there shortly."

She came to the door half an hour later and let herself in. I was trying to watch TV. Oddly enough "Tootsie" was on. Well, at least I didn't have to worry about guys trying to kiss me! Sharon came into the room and sat down next to me. She put her arm around me and said "poor dear, I know it's a lot to ask from a guy, but you are going to enjoy it! First, drop your pants"

My mouth dropped open, but I stood up and did it.

She smiled sweetly and said "Good! Auntie said you wouldn't need checking up on, but I decided to make sure you conformed to his exact wishes. Your panties are very pretty dear! I love the lace! And the color is definitely you!" she giggled good naturedly.

"Don't have too much fun Sharon!" I said in a mock threatening tone, but couldn't suppress a giggle at the absurdity of the situation.

"OK, now off with the socks and T-shirt! Remember, NO men's underwear of any kind for the next month. And I WILL be checking!"

Wordlessly, I took off my shoes and shirt, then removed my socks and T-shirt. Smiling, she reached into her purse and withdrew a pair of pink ankle socks with fold down lace tops. She tossed them to me. I put them on, knowing better than to object. She reached in her purse again and drew out something pink and silky. It was a silk camisole. I took it from her, and put it on too. It actually fit quite well! I hurriedly put on my pants, shirt and shoes. I stuck my tongue out at her "you couldn't have found any thing MORE feminine, I suppose? Why does this fit so well, I'm a lot bigger than you?"

"I coulda' put you in a lace bodysuit big boy! I had a LITTLE mercy on you. I bought the camisole just for you. Looks like I guessed the size just right! Let's go! Ann is waiting."

She drove me downtown to a little storefront. The sign was simple and said "Sweet's Lingerie Shop". We got out and went in. Ann was the owner there, apparently, and greeted us as soon as we came in. She came over and took my hand intimately, smiling sincerely.

"So, you're Frank's nephew! I'm SO glad to meet you."

Taking me by the arm, she escorted me into the shop. There were a couple of middle-aged women looking around on one side, and a couple of teenage girls on the other. Sharon had gone to another corner and was looking at something.

"You know, your Aunt Frank was my best customer! He told me I might see you in here someday with your sister. Now, how can I help you?"

I was painfully aware that all four of the other females in the shop could easily hear what was being said.

I whispered "I need a bra, slip and some hose".

"What dear, speak up, I'm a little hard of hearing you know!"

I said "I need a bra, slip and some hose" a little louder.

"Eh?" she said, holding her ear closer.

"I NEED SOME LINGERIE!" I said loudly. I heard a burst of giggles. I looked up and the two teenagers were looking right at me, their eyes wide! The little blonde looked at the redhead and ducked her head, covering her mouth and snickering. She pointed at my pink, lacy socks and whispered to the redhead. They both burst into giggles again.

"OK", said Ann, glaring at the girls. "What's your problem girls, lots of men wear lingerie!"

"Don't worry Mike, they'll learn!" The teenagers heard that and looked pained, but one of the middle aged women in the next aisle chimed in and said "That's right! I'm picking out a camisole and tap pant set for my husband right now! He loves this stuff!" The other lady said "See! I told you that was too big for you! You're shopping for Harold huh? How long has THIS been going on?" The teenage girls just shook their heads as if we were all insane.

Ann took me over to the bras first. There were so many styles! It was confusing. "What size do you wear?" she asked.

Startled I said "I have no idea!"

She smiled and told me to hold up my arms. She measured around me close to the bottom of my ribcage. She asked me if I had a style preference, and what size cup I would need. Sharon overheard and came to my rescue. She explained that it was my first time, and that I probably wanted something that would conceal under my male clothes fairly well.

"I also need a full slip and some hose" I chimed in. "Pick out what I need, I have no experience buying lingerie."

"OH, I see! OK, So you need a small cup size in a flesh tone bra without much decoration. She selected one and handed it to me. I followed her over to the slips and she picked one that matched the bra. Then we went over to the hose. Ann suggested opaque black hose — people would probably think they were black socks. I agreed, and Ann handed me a pair. Next we picked out panties. This time I specified pink, thinking they would match the ones I already owned.

The middle aged ladies were in that aisle, and they watched with interest. I blushed, but the lady who was shopping for her husband said "It's OK, dear, don't be ashamed!" She came over and patted my arm. "You wear whatever makes you feel good! Don't be afraid to shop for pretty feminine clothes. If it's what you like, just do it!" I thanked her, and she went back to her friend. I feel like explaining that it wasn't a question of "liking it", or "feeling good", but simply a matter of 10 million dollars.

Sharon took my hand and led me back to the dressing room. She had me strip to my panties, then showed me how to put a bra on. It took me several minutes before I was able to get the clasps fastened behind my back. I was embarrassed and blushing, even in front of my sister. The bra definitely felt weird! I had never felt something even remotely like its silken embrace. Next she showed me how to put the pantyhose on. I gathered all the material up into my hands and slid the right side up my right leg to the knee. Then I did the same for the left leg. Then I stood and alternated legs until I got them pulled all the way up.

The slip I put on with no assistance or explanation. I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned good naturedly "Meet your new sissy brother!" She giggled and said "you look comfy to me. How does it feel?"

I always prized honesty, so I said "actually, it feels very nice! Everything is so soft and comfortable! The bra feels weird, the way it hugs me, and the pantyhose are hugging all of my lower body, all at the same time!"

"What do you think of the way you look?"

"I think I look ridiculous! I will get laughed out of the locker room if I do my workout tomorrow. I probably won't for the next month, for that very reason."

"You plan on stopping after the requirement is over?"

"Of course! You think I'm going to run around in women's underwear for the rest of my life? No way! Not me. Don't get me wrong — it was fine for Aunt Frank, because it made him happy. But it's not something I need to do to be happy!"

"OK, bro! Just curious!". She smiled that odd little I-know-something-you-don't smile again.

I put shoes, pants and shirt back on. Sharon took the camisole and anklets and returned them to her purse.

We left the dressing room and Ann asked how everything fit. I told her everything fit great, and that I needed 3 more of everything. She wanted to know what colors and I told her the same colors as I already had. She clucked at me like a mother hen, but shrugged and did what I asked. We thanked her, I paid for everything, and we left.

On the way back to Frank's house, Sharon said that she was glad it hadn't been my macho brother Don given this mission. She cracked up when I told her that Don would dress like a hooker, get breast implants, and proposition a nun for lesbian sex for the chance at being a millionaire.

Sharon dropped at Auntie's house where I thanked her and watched her drive away. Then I got in my car and went home.

Back at home, I got ready for bed. I had decided to put my house on the market. Then I would move into the place Aunt Frank had left me. I took all my clothes off and realized that I didn't have the nightie I was supposed to sleep in. I called Sharon in a panic.

"Yes, you're right, I completely forgot about it. All the stores are closed now, come by and I'll loan you one of mine!"

I hurriedly dressed, fussing with the bra, finally got it fastened, and put a T-shirt on. Then I hopped in the car and drove over. Sharon's husband answered the door and let me in. His eyes widened and he started looking at me funny. Sharon walked in and saw what was happening.

She smiled sweetly and hugged me. She whispered in my ear "Your bra and slip show quite plainly through that white T-shirt! That's why Tom is looking at you funny. I haven't told him what's going on, but now I'd better explain it to him, don't you think?"

"Yes" I whispered back, letting go of her. She handed me a pink nightie and said "Can you get your own nightie tomorrow? Or do you need my help?"

"No, I can do it! Thanks sis!" I left in a hurry, leaving Tom scowling behind me, knowing Sharon would explain. I went back home and got ready for bed AGAIN! After stripping to my panties, I slipped the nightie on and looked in the mirror. I looked silly, but I must admit, I kinda liked the nightie.

So I climbed in bed, feeling caressed by the nightie and panties. I chuckled as I wondered what my friends would think if they could see me now, wearing women's silky pink underpants and a nightie to bed. They would be pretty amused, I thought, and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke feeling incredible! I couldn't remember when I had felt so good. I hummed as I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I had forgotten about my unusual sleepwear until I literally slid out of bed and fell on the floor! I had taken the nightie off and left it on the bed after I fell.

There were my panties in all their glory. They were sure comfortable, though, even if they did look strange on my male body. I slipped them off and took my shower. After my shower, I put them back on. A faint smell of perfume reached my nostrils. It was a beautiful scent for a woman. I'd love to smell it on one. I looked at myself in the mirror. The panties were a beautiful shade of pink, with lace on the front outside of each of my legs. The elastic around each leg had little lacy loops all the way around. The waistband was the same. They had a little sheen to them, but were not that gaudy type of shine that I had seen on some panties. I decided that though they did look strange on me, I rather liked them.

I went back to my bedroom and got dressed. I was supposed to be back at work today. I struggled with the pantyhose, but finally managed to get them on. I only had to struggle with the bra for a minute this morning. I slid the slip over my body, thrilling to its softness. I put my suit pants on, tucking the slip in like a too-long T-shirt. I put my white shirt on, then my tie. Looking in the mirror, I noticed with dismay that the outline of my bra and slip were quite visible through my shirt. I started to get a T-shirt to put on over the slip, but then remembered that wasn't allowed.

I went back to my closet. I had nothing but white shirts, and shirts way to casual for a suit. Well, I'd just have to keep my suit coat on. That might prove interesting.

I got in the car and drove to the office.

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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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