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PANTY STORY # 92
I was awakened by the sounds and smells of spring. A gentle breeze carried the aroma of spring flowers into my room as the birds greeted the morning with their songs. I was in the midst of a very strange and erotic dream which I still remember to this day. This dream was not new to me, and some people would probably consider it to be a nightmare. I suppose, if I truly understood the dream, at the time, I too would have considered it a nightmare as well, but I didn’t. I always woke from this dream with the most pleasurable sensations.
In these recurring dreams, I would always find myself in a strange place trying to escape being captured. I would always attempt to elude my would be captors being as quiet and discrete as possible to go undetected, but in the end I would be discovered resulting in my being pressed and chased. Each time, I would take a different route to elude capture, and each time I would be transformed into a girl by some magical means which would end the pursuit. As a girl, I was no longer the person they were after. It seemed, to me, I was of no more interest to them than I would have been had I become a chair. I was never sure why the chase would stop once I became female. Was it because they could no longer detect my presence? I just didn’t know. It appeared they were comfortable with me as a girl.
My transformation into a girl was always accompanied by erotic pleasures and sensations which made my mind swim in the highest of ecstasy. I then would experience my female body which surrounded my very soul. My mind always remained male, but my new body remained totally alien being that of a girl. However, not so alien that I didn’t appreciate the sensation of her soft skin, her feminine form, and the delicate feminine clothes she wore, especially the silky soft panties against her delicate feminine body and vagina which was now my vagina.
The first time I remember being transformed while trying to escape, I was sliding down the most delicate sensuous fabric. I could feel myself being transformed into a girl as this fabric brushed ever so softly against my naked body and genitals. I had no idea why or how I had become naked, but when I reached the bottom of the stairwell I was no longer a man. Somehow, I managed to cover my naked body, and found myself not only dressed in girls’ clothes, but found that I had actually become one as well. My attire was very wispy and feline as I stood surrounded by my would be captors. They didn’t seem to pay much attention to me other than to give me the once over before moving on.
I would wake up feeling the strangest sensations as if my dream had been real. The dreams continued, and gradually changed over time, but the scenario remained the same. I was always being chased, and I was always transformed into a girl. This early morning was no different. I was in what appeared to be an abandoned building, a theater, when the chase began. I managed to find my way into a dressing room full of frilly clothing where I took cover behind a rack of women’s clothing. There, I discovered a strange looking body suit with breasts and a girl’s vagina. Remembering that my would-be captors were not interested in girls, I quickly stripped down and put the girl suit on to conceal myself. I felt a strange sensation taking place in my body as I slipped my arms and legs into the girl suit and zipped it up to my neck. The girl suit felt as though it was becoming a part of me, or me a part of the girl suit. I could no longer see or find the zipper as I heard them coming towards the dressing room. Quickly, I managed to dress the part as I slipped into a pair of frilly panties, a bra and a dress. Just in the nick of time because I was zipping the dress as the door opened. I saw several strangers looking in before the door closed. I guess they were satisfied that I was both alone and not the object of their search. I realized that I was trapped as a girl. The zipper was gone, so there was no way for me to get out of the strange girl suit which was now a part of me, or me a part of it. I looked down and saw my shapely feminine form and smooth legs. I could feel the delicate feminine lingerie beneath the dress I was wearing, and, yes, the weight of my now feminine breasts hanging from my chest along with the binding sensation of the bra which supported them. Again, I found myself trapped in a girl’s body just as I had dreamed so many times.
I lost count how many times I had such dreams, and again they seemed so erotic having the sensation of a female body touching my own. There was definitely something about wearing panties which was so erotic against my feminine form each time I woke from such a dream. Then, my dreams progressed. My attention and attraction turned more toward the sensations I felt wearing panties having their delicate fabric stimulate my groin as they rubbed against my vagina.
I was having another one of my dream fantasies, seeing a young naked girl enter my bedroom wearing only the most delicate lace trimmed panties. I was aroused by her feminine form as she neared me wanting desperately to feel her warm, soft body against my own as I had experienced it before in my dreams. Yes, this girl was my other self, the girl I always became in my dreams. This time, she had a surprise for me, a pair of magic panties which she invited me to put on. I was a bit surprised when I took them from her hand, but when I felt their delicate fabric I was determined to feel them on me. I wanted to know if they felt as good wearing them as they had in my dreams.
I turned the panties around making sure the lace was in front, and proceeded to place my feet into the panties one at a time. It wasn’t until the panties reached my knees that I realized they were changing my legs making them soft and shapely like a girl’s. That’s when I realized the panties were magic for the first time. I didn’t have any fear as I continued pulling the panties up my legs changing myself into a girl. After all, this was only a dream. I feel the magic panties touch my crotch, and feel the strangest sensation as my penis began to shrink. Before I knew it, I feel the most erotic sensation between my legs as I become aware that I now have a vagina between them being stimulated by the most delicate panties. When I look down, I see that I’ve become a girl, breasts and all. I looked a little further seeing the panties against a feminine mound, and the outline of my feminine anatomy between my legs. Was I awake, or was I still dreaming. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I knew my mind was male, but I was experiencing what it was like to be a girl.
I hear my wife calling me from down stairs, “It’s time to get up”. Again, I hear the birds singing outside, and smell the fresh spring air. However, something of my dream has lingered. I still feel the sensations of my feminine form as I open my eyes only to see a pair of the most delicate lace trimmed panties lying on the bureau across from me. Had I seen them before? Were they the reason I had the strange dream? They looked familiar, just like the magic panties I was wearing as a girl in my dream. How could they be that familiar. Had I actually worn those panties? No, it was only a dream.
I had to know what it felt like to wear panties. My curiosity was piqued. I felt like I was still dreaming as I watched myself cross the room to the bureau where the panties were. I see my hand reaching out for them and feel the delicate fabric against my skin, such a familiar sensation. I returned to bed with the panties, take off my pajamas, and I begin to put them on me just as I had in my dream.
The panties were just barely over my feet when I notice how soft my feet became. I didn’t realize how feminine my feet looked as I continued to pull the panties higher up my legs. My calves looked silky smooth. I realized they became shapely feminine calves without a sign of a single hair. “No,” I though, “I must still be dreaming”, and pulled the panties further to my knees. I began to panic when I realize I was being transformed into a girl just as I had done in my dream. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than becoming stuck as a girl which is what I was afraid would happen if I pulled the panties all the way on. I had to get them off. There was no way I was going to risk becoming stuck in a female body.
I reached down to remove the panties, but found that I couldn’t budge them. No matter what I tried, they couldn’t be removed. A terror I never felt in my dreams came over me. What had I done to myself, and what could I do to prevent myself from becoming a girl. That’s when it dawned on me, I might be able to cut the magic panties with a pair of scissors. But, wait, the scissors were downstairs, and I couldn’t get them wearing panties around my knees. I was going to be forced to pull the panties on the rest of the way to conceal them beneath my pajamas so I could get the scissors. This meant that I was going to become a girl whether I wanted to or not.
There was no other way, so I reluctantly reached down and began pulling the delicate panties higher. I watched, seeing my legs changed by the magic panties having emerged from their bottoms. Was I doing the right thing pulling them on me? Should I stop and call for my wife’s assistance? What would she think of me wearing panties? I was too embarrassed and ashamed to stop. I was going to take the chance that I could cut the magic panties off rather than face being that embarrassed. But, what if I was wrong and remained stuck as a girl. I decided that I would rather leave unnoticed as a girl, and never face her as a man wearing panties.
The panties were nearing my penis, and I knew once the delicate fabric touched me there that I would be transformed into a girl completely, vagina and all. In spite my anxiety, I pulled the panties until I felt the delicate fabric against my penis. Immediately, I felt my hot penis begin to shrink against the soft cool fabric. When I could no longer feel the sensation of a penis between my legs, I looked down hoping I was wrong. There before my very eyes were the panties against my feminine form. I was now a girl, at least I thought so, seeing myself wearing panties and feeling the vagina between my legs.
Throughout all of this my brain was still my own. I have to admit having a vagina between my legs instead of a penis was very erotic and stimulating. Without hesitation, I reached down to touch my changed anatomy. I was overcome by a wave of pleasure, feeling a tingle all the way to my breasts. That’s when I noticed my nipples became erect. Upon examination, I realized the change was still taking place. My feminine transformation into a girl was not quite finished. My breasts began to grow, and swell into soft feminine mounds of flesh before my very eyes. I felt a warm tingling sensation throughout my entire body. Then, wave after wave hit me as my new body experienced its first orgasm as a woman sending me into an ecstasy I had never felt before. Now, for the first time, I knew what it was like to be a real woman. For the first time in my life, I felt totally female without any memory of my manhood. It was all lost as I became enraptured in my orgasm that I thought would never end.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I awoke in a girl’s body. I wasn’t sure how I got there, but I was a man with a girl’s body. Then, I remembered the magic panties which had turned me into a girl. The memories of my first orgasm as a woman came back to me along with my physical transformation. This did me little good, because I had no idea how I was going to change myself back. All I knew was that I was changed into a girl by a pair of magic panties which I could still feel against my femstir, becoming aware of my presence within her. Somehow, there was a telepathic link between us. I didn’t know how it worked, and quite frankly I didn’t care. I was able to read her thoughts, and she, mine as I saw life through her eyes, felt through her senses, etc. Once we established communication, she knew my predicament, and I knew she would help. I managed to let her know that she had to help me to remove the panties from her body. Together, using my mind and her hands, we reached down and removed the panties revealing her naked body.
I was sure removing the panties would reverse their magic, but I seemed to be wrong as I lay naked inside the shapely young woman. Why didn’t I change? She tried to console me, telepathically communicating that it was bad at all being a girl, but nothing helped me feel less alien. I was a male, and all my real memories were male. How could I be expected to live my life as a girl and have to live by experiencing someone else’s experiences which were not even my own. This was all too wierd and alien for me to accept. I just knew my life from here on out would be one humilliating experience after another. I was convinced that I lost my own identity forever.
I don’t think that I had ever experienced being so depressed as I was then. I was just about to give up in defeat when I started to feel a familiar tingle between my legs. Yes, there is something growing down there between my legs. The sensation became stronger and more familiar every second that passed. I slowly transformed into a man again. As I did, I became aware of the secret of the “Magic Panties”. I realized that I remained a girl for the same amount of time I had worn them. My new found knowledge of the “Magic Panties” was part of their magic. I no longer feared becoming stuck a girl, and I would be able to experience their pleasure again, without the trauma.
The “Magic Panties” became my private secret for many years along with my feminine alter, whose body I shared many times after discovering the power and pleasures of the “Magic Panties”. The “Magic Panties” held another secret power from me which was to make my desire to wear them stronger each time I wore them. They were as addicting as any narcotic, gradually transforming my subconscious to female.
Their effect on my conscious was far less noticable. I wasn’t consciously aware that my subconscious mind was being altered by the “Magic Panties”. I was concerned only by the pleasure I achieved while my feminine alter wore her frilly soft panties. My resistance gradually weakened each and every time I saw a pair of panties until I became a cross dresser. I started seeing panties everywhere. Whenever my wife dropped a pair on the bathroom floor after taking a shower I felt an urge to wear panties. I resisted, of course, but the urge kept getting stronger. Finally, I couldn’t stop myself from wearing panties. They no longer needed to be the “Magic Panties”, any panties felt right and would transform into a girl. I was hooked on them.
I remember, on a shopping trip with my wife, seeing a panties display. The next thing I knew, my head was swimming followed by the sensation of my body becoming female. I though I was going crazy at first, but the sensation of a girl’s vagina between my legs convinced me that I had somehow been transformed into a girl. I was concerned that someone would notice, my wife in particular, but she didn’t. She continued to call me by my name saying, “I need to get something around the corner”. Since she didn’t seem to notice, I kept quiet about my change. All the way home, I felt the sensation of a vagina between my legs, and what I perceived as feminine breasts and a girl’s body. Was this just my imagination, or were the “Magic Panties” doing something to me that only I could see and feel? More and more, my mind floated of to this fantasy, or was it another reality where I was somewhere between being a man and a girl. I really didn’t care as long as I could experience the pleasures as a girl, and return to my manhood without anyone being the wiser. I was living a life with the best of two worlds, without having to give up my true identy. What was so wrong about wanting to experience both! So, I continue to live in both worlds, both as a man and a girl.
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