I pulled in my parking spot and went in. I went straight to my office and put my briefcase down. My office manager/administrative assistant soon came in with a smile and a cup of coffee. I put my feet on the desk and stretched back with the coffee. "Thanks for the coffee, Cathie. You didn't have to do that!"

"I know. I enjoy doing it all the more because it's not required!"

Cathie looked at my feet. I could tell by her expression that she was noticing something. "What?" I asked. Cathie looked deep in thought, obviously deciding if it was safe to say whatever it was. "Come on Cathie, you know we speak our minds freely here!"

"Well Mike, you have a run in your . . er. Pantyhose."

"SHIT! I thought I got them on without runs!" I leaned forward and looked. It was an obvious run. I motioned at the chair in front of my desk and Cathie sat as I put my feet back down.

I took my coat off and hung it up, and sat back down. It took a minute but Cathie got that look again.

"OK, Cathie, it's apparent that you're seeing something else. What do you see?"

"It appears that you are wearing a bra and slip under your shirt. It's pretty obvious. You might want to consider wearing a T-shirt over the lingerie to better conceal it"

"Thank you Cathy, I appreciate the suggestion, but I can't wear a T-shirt over it. Do you think all my employees will quit when they see this?"

"No, of course not - we all like our jobs. You pay well and are a good boss. Why should we care what you wear? But why can't you wear a T-shirt?

I leaned back, drew a deep breath and explained the whole scenario to her.

"WOW. That's amazing. I still can't believe Frankie is gone!"

"Frankie?"

"Oh, yes, I knew him well. We were close."

"I knew you knew him, I didn't know you knew him well enough to call him 'Frankie'"

She looked at me with interest and said "Mike, I knew him VERY well. In fact I knew him in the biblical sense! He was a great man, a hero."

"Hero? I always thought a lot of the community had kind of rejected him. You were his lover?"

"A hero in every sense of the word - but only a couple people knew of his heroic acts. I shouldn't say any more, but you have obviously not been filled in on everything! I know you two were close, he told me that many times, there's some things that he never told you about himself, including my role in his life. He must have had very specific reasons for keeping them from you."

"What things?"

"Go and see his doctor, maybe you should start with the cause of death."

"They couldn't determine the cause of death"

"Yes, his doctor did, but wouldn't release it to the press. Apparently not to the family either."

I tried and tried, but she would talk about it no more. I got on the phone and called Frank's doctor.

"Ah, Mike, I've been expecting your call." He confirmed that he HAD determined a cause of death, but wouldn't tell me on the phone. Then he asked me if I was wearing the "special panties". Embarrassed, I muttered "yes". Then he told me to make an appointment to see him on the seventh day.

"Seventh day of what?"

"The seventh day you wear the special panties."

"What the hell? What are you talking about? Why the seventh day?"

He would explain no further. I talked to his assistant and made the appointment.

I couldn't get any work done, so I went to a bookstore to buy a new book. I had always liked Dean Koontz. He had a new one out - "Mr. Murder". The clerk at the store raised one pretty eyebrow and said quietly "I like your lingerie, and I applaud your guts!" I started to explain, stuttering. She was gorgeous and I was blushing furiously. "Don't explain! Just accept the compliment gracefully!" she whispered. Then she handed me the book. "Thank you for the book AND the compliment. You look very nice today yourself!" I said, smooth as silk. She smiled beautifully, her whole face lighting up. She reached out and took the receipt back and wrote something on it, then handed it back to me. I looked at it. It was a phone number. Now I raised one of my eyebrows and said "good-bye". She said "I'll talk to you later" and I left.

I went home and curled up with the book to get my mind off the increasingly-weird situation I found myself in. I soon fell asleep and dreamed.

My dreams were a stew of the last few day's events. In the dream, I was back at the office, having returned there after purchasing my book. My staff reacted quite differently in the dream. They were hysterical and threatened to call the police when they saw the outline of my lingerie. Then I realized that I wasn't dressed the same. I had a huge feathered headdress on, pink nylon bikini panties with lace with a matching bra, black thigh high hose and pink high heels. That was all, NO outer clothing! It was like the dream that almost everybody has about being back in school with no clothes on, only about a thousand times more embarrassing!

My employees, even Cathie were running from me and screaming as if I was going to attack them. The thing was, I was trying to get away from them too! I was mortified, and had a huge erection to boot. It barely fit in the bikini panties and felt like it would pop out any second. Cathie had been on the phone with someone at one point. I kept running and trying to hide, but everywhere I tried, there would be employees who would scatter screaming as soon as they saw me.

This insanity went on for quite a while. I started finding my family members instead off employees now. My dad didn't scream and run in fear, but shook my hand and said "I'm proud of you son! You're going to be the first gay president! I'm glad to see you've got your uniform on, but you'd better get your boyfriend to take care of that unsightly bulge before the cameras roll!"

The next thing I knew, I was back in the bookstore, but the beautiful cashier had been replaced by a huge, ugly broad with a maniacal laugh! She had a T-shirt on that said "ball-buster" and reached behind the counter to produce the biggest pair of vice grips I had ever seen! Suddenly two beautiful, stacked models were holding my arms. They had grips of iron, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get away. The Killer Dyke came at my private regions with the vice grips, laughing. "You won't be needing this anymore!"

I fought harder and harder as the locking pliers came closer and closer. Time seemed to dilate as I began to scream. The jaws opened and were just about to be clamped down, when a gloved hand reached in and yanked the pliers away. I sagged with relief and simultaneous shock as I looked up and saw Aunt Frank! He grabbed the dyke by the bra strap through her T-shirt. He also grabbed the waistband of her pants. HE THREW HER COMPLETELY OUT OF THE STORE. She shattered the glass window on her way through it! The models let go of me and took up karate poses, but it was too late for them. Aunt Frank spun around and neatly jammed his elbows into both their faces at once. They fell to the floor and shattered like glass. Sharp pieces of clear crystal everywhere.

I looked at Frank and thanked him. I had time to take in what he was wearing finally. He had on lacy white opera gloves, a pearly-pink teddy with spaghetti straps and sheer black hose covering his smooth legs. My mouth dropped open, but I gave him a hug and thanked him. He smiled and said he was pleased that I was wearing his special panties. I looked down in surprise to find that I was back in my normal clothes (with the required lingerie underneath) again. He said he had to go, but I'd see him again.

He walked out of the store, put his fist in the air, AND FLEW AWAY! Like a super-hero!

I awoke and stood out of my chair slowly. I was knotted up from sleeping in an odd position. It was dinner time already. I had slept for a LONG time. I felt an odd sensation, and stood quite still. I felt warm suddenly. The knots were gone - I was slightly tingly. I felt a little intoxicated and giggled. My panties were warm. The faint scent of perfume hit my nostrils. My head cleared, and I was feeling incredible again! I was sharp and focused. I felt as if I could do anything!

I went back to the office and met Cathie just leaving. We chatted and she briefed me on the events of the day at my company. She had fielded questions regarding my crossdressing from all 9 employees. She had explained that I was not gay, I was just wearing women's undergarments, and it was actually quite common. I groaned, but appreciated the fact that she didn't spill the will, the inheritance and the requirement to them. It's just that they would now figure me for a permanent crossdresser, instead of just the next month.

I went in and got caught up on my work after having been off for a week. I couldn't believe how fast I did it. It seemed effortless. I was home by 02:00.

Though I didn't set the alarm, I woke up at the normal time, so I got up. I got out of bed without falling this morning, and yawned and stretched, feeling wonderful again. My panties were warm and that warmth seemed to flow throughout my entire body. A feeling of well being, health and strength. Better, if possible, than yesterday! I smelled that perfume again - it seemed stronger than yesterday.

I showered and slipped my panties back on, then went in the bedroom and got dressed. I found myself in front of the mirror while I dressed. I never used to dress with the mirror, but today, I found myself there. Looking at my reflection and admiring his beautiful panties. They didn't look weird to me anymore. In fact they were kinda sexy! I started getting an erection staring at myself like that, so I shook myself and continued dressing. I put my hose, bra and slip on, looking at myself the whole time. I shook my head in wonder. My lingerie seemed perfectly natural and normal looking on my male body.

It felt wonderful too, of course, and I got another erection. Snapping out of it again, I put my outer clothes on and went to the office.

My employees were marvelous! There was no hint of malice there. Two of them did avoid me first thing in the morning, but when they finally saw me later in the day, they were as friendly as ever. None of my nightmares appeared to be coming true.

My sister showed up unexpectedly in my office and closed the door. "Lingerie check!" she said, giggling. She could already see the bra and slip through my shirt, so I dropped my pants so she could see the panties and hose. "Very good big brother! I'm proud of you! I won't have to call the lawyer and tell him you're refusing to fulfill the requirement."

I pulled my pants back up and smiled at her mischief, shaking my head. I opened my briefcase and handed her nightie to her. "Thanks sis, I enjoyed wearing your pretty nightie. I'm going to get my own on the way home."

"You enjoyed it?"

"Absolutely! It's pretty and feminine! It's so soft and silky" I colored, realizing that I had just revealed my changing feelings about crossdressing.

"You're sounding a lot like Auntie, Mike."

"I guess so", I said. That little revelation surprised me as much as her.

"Are you still going to stop wearing lingerie at the end of the month?"

"Probably. Maybe. Well, I'm just not sure sis."

"Wow, you're not kidding." she came over and hugged me affectionately. "I think Auntie would be proud! I am too! No matter what you end up doing." Now she whispered "you know what I think?"

"What" I responded in a whisper.

"I think that after a month of nice soft feminine things, returning to male clothing will not only be unwanted, but probably impossible! I love you bro, I got go!" She hugged me again and left

I walked into Ann's little shop and she greeted me immediately. I chatted for a minute and then told her I was going to browse for a while. She nodded agreeably and went off to help another customer. I walked slowly through the store, getting familiar with the locations of everything. I found myself fascinated by almost everything in the store. I looked and looked, touching many beautiful items, appreciating their feminine beauty and sexy shine. I was dimly aware of women coming and going, and was quite surprised when Ann touched my arm, startling me out of my reverie.

"I normally close at six, Mike. Do you need more time?"

I looked at my watch. It was six now! I had been in here for a solid hour, looking at lingerie! I just couldn't believe it!

"Yes, you have been in here for an hour" she commented, reading my mind. "I understand the way you feel, everything is just so beautiful, it's hard to chose."

"I really came in for a nightie, and I found one I like." I took her over and showed her the one I was talking about. She asked me to try it on, so I found myself in the dressing room.

"Come on out and let me see it!", Ann called. I was down to my panties & hose, and slipped the nightie on over. I walked out and was flustered when I saw that Ann was not alone. She had been when I went in the dressing room. It was the beautiful girl from the bookstore! I was ready to turn and flee back to the dressing room, but Ann said "come on out dear, it's OK".

I sheepishly walked out and stood in front of the two ladies. "Ann, he has good taste, don't you think? I have the very same nightie at home, I wear it almost every night!"

"Yes Rachel, It's one of my favorites as well."

"You look VERY NICE in it! It's perfect!" exclaimed Rachel.

"Thank you", I said, blushing.

"I've been waiting for a phone call" she said, smiling.

Ann looked at the clock and I said "OH, that's right, you want to close!" I ran back to the dressing room and changed back, then took my prize to the counter. Rachel was gone, and Ann was waiting patiently.

I paid her, thanked her and headed for the door. Ann came out too and locked the door behind us. In the parking lot she said "you seemed so much more relaxed today. You were a real lingerie shopper! You took your time and looked at everything, then picked the one thing you liked the most! I know you'll just love it dear! This was your first REAL time lingerie shopping. I know that look. I remember it on the face of another young man about 20 years ago."

"Aunt Frank?"

"Yes. He was a rare person, especially 20 years ago. I've always had men in here, and I can always tell when they're buying for themselves. He was different. Even back then, when I got fewer male customers, he was never nervous or rushed about it. The very first time he came in, he was calm, took his time and purchased some beautiful pink panties with lace. He knew he could confide in me somehow, so he told me they were for him. I told him he had a right to buy and wear whatever clothing made him happy! I remember how he smiled at me when I said that."

"Thank you for sharing that, Ann. My Aunt was a special man."

We said our good-byes and I went back home.

COPYRIGHT © 1998 Victoria Powers - All Rights Reserved - No Reproduction

Chapter Seven - Something Unusual at Home
Chapter Eight - The Seventh Day
Chapter Nine - A Secret at Aunt Frank's House

Videos
Explicit Videos
Models
Photographs
Ordering