Back at home, I took off my outer clothes and had the urge to look in the mirror again. Before I even got to the mirror, feeling my lingerie sliding against me gave me a big erection. It felt very nice having my hardon cradled in my panties.

I stood in front of the mirror and gently felt my lingerie with my hands, brushing against my bra and slip, feeling the tight slickness of my pantyhose. I explored that remarkable fluttering bulge in my panties, sliding my slip up and down my slick rigidity, as I watched myself in the mirror. Oh MAN that felt GOOD! I started feeling warm all over. I realized I was going to have an orgasm, and stopped rubbing. I just stared at my reflection, spellbound. I just kept looking and looking, and suddenly lovely globs of hot white come began spurting into my silky panties. Oh, it felt SO good. There's really not any feeling in the world like that!.

I gasped with pleasure as I filled my panties with pleasure. I fell back on the bed, writhing in pleasure. I laid there for a few minutes, a pleasant buzz in my head, waves of pure delight washing back and forth through my body.

I got up and weakly smiled at my reflection with the soaking wet panties, pantyhose & slip. I took everything off, except the panties, remembering the rule. I put my nightie on and went to bed.

I awoke the next morning with an erection. I went in the bathroom, a fresh wave of perfume hitting me. I looked the panties closely - there wasn't any sign of last night's orgasm - they were perfectly clean. I took them off and smelled them. Nothing but the clean fresh smell of freshly laundered underwear - and a hint of that perfume. I took my shower, and got dressed for the office.

I was feeling great again today! My panties were a little warm and the warmth went through my whole body.Now I could identify the feeling. It was like the afterglow of my orgasm last night! It was simply phenomenal.

At work we needed to move the printing press. It was a small one, only about 400 lbs. I helped John, the warehouse guy move it. He was amazed (and so was I) when I easily lifted my half. He had the classic bodybuilders look, and I was big, but not defined at all. "Wow, you're awfully strong for a guy who wears women's underwear! I'd better be careful not to piss you off!", he joked. We both laughed, and I said "It's weird John, I thought I could help you lift this, but I figured it would really be tough! Maybe it's the women's underwear!" We laughed again, and he thanked me for helping him.

I went back to my office, deep in thought. I wondered if it could be true. Maybe my panties were somehow affecting me. I had certainly felt like a million bucks the whole time I had worn them. Aunt Frank AND his doctor had both referred to them as "Special Panties". I was amused with myself, realizing that I now thought of them as "my" panties. My attitudes WERE changing.

Things went the same for the next several days. My arousal factor increased over the next few days. I became hyper sensitive to the loving touch of my lingerie. Whenever I thought about it, I got an erection.Every night before I went to bed, I was having orgasms in my lingerie.

I woke on the seventh day, remembering my appointment with the doctor. I did the usual morning work, feeling like dynamite again, and smelling the fresh perfume smell on my panties.

I walked into the waiting room and signed in. There were about 15 people in there. Four of them were wide eyed when they saw the outline of my lingerie, and a couple more snickered. I smiled at all of them and sat down. I sat and read a magazine until the receptionist called my name.

She was one of those loud and friendly types that talks a mile a minute. "Oh, you're Frank's nephew! He was so nice! I see that you're a crossdresser too! That's nice, a little weird maybe, but nice! Frank was a good man, even if he was a little weird - I'm so sorry he died, by the way, but I liked him. You know there are some people in this town that are not so open minded and will treat you bad, but I don't believe in that . . . . " Having motioned for me to wait in a little room, she kept talking as she walked away, and her voice faded out slowly.

I shook my head, trying to get the ringing out of my ears. I chuckled, remembering government research on the use of sound as a weapon. Her voice was enough to make your teeth itch!

Doc came in and closed the door. I had stripped to the waist, used to the normal medical procedure. He looked surprised at my bra and slip, laying there beside me.

"Hi Mike, how are you" he said, putting the cold stethoscope on my chest.

"Fine Doc, you?

"Great." He poked around a little more, and then sat down.

"Well, what gives - what's all this stuff about my 'special panties'?"

"I assume you've worn them as specified."

"Yeah, along with the other stuff."

"I didn't know he had specified other lingerie. The panties are the only thing with an effect."

"Effect?"

"Yes - don't tell me you haven't noticed anything different this week?"

"I've been feeling better and more alive than I ever have. I also seem to be stronger. I helped an employee lift a 400 lb printing press, and it didn't even seem difficult."

"That's only a small fraction of your new abilities. Muscular wise, you have greater strength, control and endurance than anyone on the planet! Reaction time is barely even measurable. Have you weighed yourself lately?"

"Huh, why?"

He motioned me to a scale and I got on. I was 6'2" and my normal weight was 225. My jaw dropped when my weight indicated 400 lbs.

"I don't get it."

"Your skeleton is much higher density now. It can handle easily your new strength. You will be nearly impervious to broken bones. It has increased your weight considerably, and you will probably find that you eat a lot more."

Back at home, I went over the entire conversation in my head. It seemed ludicrous, but I was going to do a little experimenting. I had been meaning to move that 45 inch TV for a long time. I walked over and pushed it playfully. IT SUDDENLY SHOT TWO FEET OVER! It was effortless! The thing weighed at least 200 pounds. Was I dreaming again? I stuck out one finger and pushed gently. The TV rolled easily over the carpet.

I went in the kitchen and hugged the refrigerator. I was able to lift it easily! I went out to the garage and stood in front of the car. I squatted and lifted on the bumper. IT CAME RIGHT UP! I tried the same thing with one hand. No problem!

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Chapter Nine - A Secret at Aunt Frank's House

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