Archive-name: Changes/forsale.txt Archive-author: Leslie Forte Archive-title: Panties for Sale Tom had not intended to go this far, but the feel of the soft underthings had taken over control of his actions. Sylvia, his wife, would not be home for another three hours, so he had decided to go all out. This was not a first for Tom, no indeed. He had been dressing up in his wife's clothes for almost six years now. She was never suspicious, because he always took pains to fold everything neatly, and replace it in the same position it had been before. Today he had taken a shower, and had only intended to try on the new bikini panties he had bought her the other day. Being slim himself, they fit beautifully, and he got an erection that moment he saw himself in the mirror. Instead of masturbating, which was his usual release, he began to seek out additional clothing to go with the panties. He fastened her black bra on and took two stockings and worked painstakingly with them until they were shaped sufficiently to fill out his bra. Now, he pulled her black nylon stockings up over each leg, and fastened them to the garter belt he had placed underneath the panties. He studied himself in the mirror, and was quite pleased and excited. He wished he was in a dark movie theater, and that a huge male had come and sit down next to him and started pawing at him, only to find he was not a girl. This was his constant dream, only he always managed to stop thinking about it after the big male got angry. He went to her vanity, and sat down. Very cautiously, he applied the makeup to his face. Eye shadow, powder, rouge, lipstick, and even added a tiny beauty mark near his chin. Then came her new wig, long silken curls of shiny gold. He was ecstatic when he looked at himself in the mirror. The huge erection in the transparent panties was the only blemish in his otherwise feminine appearance. Now he picked out the blue mini dress that looked so great on Sylvia. He was delighted, and could hardly wait to get into her black 4 inch heels. Now he looked beautiful. He primped and modeled, turning this was and that. Finally, he had to go downstairs and walk about. Soon he was at the back door peering into the yard. None of the neighbors were about, and he spotted two teenage girls walking down the street toward his house. He quickly opened the door, and stepped out onto the porch. Seeing that they were about a half block away, he pulled the porch chair over so that he could sit facing them. He settled into the chair, and crossed his legs. He wasn't satisfied with the view he offered, so he lifted the crossed leg higher until his calf was against his knee. This way, his thighs were totally exposed, including the little panties. He was ready. As the the girls passed his yard, one happened to look his way and spotted the way his legs were open, and told the other girl who giggled along with her. They kept staring until they were past his yard and out of sight. He had felt their eyes, and his penis had throbbed. He relaxed, and was about to go back in the house, when he spotted three teenage boys walking down the street. He looked around to be sure no neighbors were in sight and again he set his crossed legs in position, exposing more of his panties. The white of his upper thighs and the full crotch of the little panties were on full display. As they reached his yard, one of the boys noticed him, and soon they were all staring. Tom pretended to be looking the other way, but he again felt eyes burning into him. They had stopped, and were boldly staring and laughing. Finally, Tom had to get up and go into the house before he burst with sexual exhilaration. He peeked out the window, and saw the boys continuing on their way. Boy oh boy, he thought to himself, wouldn't they be burned up if they knew he was not a "hot mamma". He went upstairs again, not taking the time to even look at the clock. It was time for Sylvia to be getting home. Tom was so keyed up by the clothes and the teenage boys and girls, that he had to model one last time before Sylvia's wall length mirror. As Tom paraded and fantasized, Sylvia let herself in. She was quite tired from a hard day, and immediately proceeded up the stairs to their room. Her eyes went wide as they fell on Tom, who did not see her as he pranced and wiggled seductively. Then he saw her through the glass, and turned, shocked and surprised. She could not speak. She just stared as he pulled the blonde wig off, and stood there trying to be casual. "I was trying to see that those college guys look like when they do those all male shows" he stammered. Sylvia said nothing. Finally, she spoke "Get out of those clothes NOW!" He understood her meaning, and began to remove them quickly. She stared in disbelief when he got down to her underwear. "You are sick Tom, do you know that, SICK!" He tried to tease about it, and told her it was not the way it looked. Once he was naked, she told him to get out of HER room, and not ever dare to come in there again. He meaning was clear, since they both slept in the same room. He left, and stayed clear of her until dinner time. As they ate in silence, he tried to change the subject, but she was not interested in anything he had to say. The evening went on this way, and she had been upstairs for over an hour. At about eight thirty, she came down, and very calmly told him she wanted to talk to him. She did not seem angry any longer. They went to the den, and she had Tom prepare a drink for each of them. Then they sat, and she leaned in to talk privately to him. "Tom darling, what I saw today was a shock to me. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. I was angry, frustrated and upset. I just spent the last hour going over this in my mind, and I have made a decision. I have heard of women who are married to transvestites, and they seem to be very happy. I think we can be too, but you have to tell me the truth. We can't live with a lie between us, and perhaps we can find some sexual outlet for both of us through this quirk of yours. But you have to be open and honest with me now." He looked into her eyes and felt that she was being sincere. He so wanted to tell her all about it, but felt she would think him to be perverted. Now was the chance to open himself up and tell her all about his fetish. "Sylvia, you are wonderful. Don't ask me to explain how or why I got started, but I guess I have been secretly wearing your clothes since the day we got married. I often wished you knew, so you could watch me and tell me how to do it right." She sat there staring at him, and finally finished her drink in one swallow. "Follow me Tom", she said as she went up the stairs. He trailed behind her like a little puppy dog. When they got to the bedroom, she told him to remove all his clothes. She was not excited or animated, but very matter of fact. Once he was naked, she sat at her vanity chair to study him. "Turn around darling, so I can get a good look at you, front and back." As he did, the sleeping giant between his legs started to come to life. "That will never do Tommy. Girls just don't have dicks, now, do they?" The way she said it, made him blush rather hard. "Come over here, and I'll take care of that problem for you." She had him stand before her, while she masturbated him slowly. She did not speak, or even look at him, but concentrated on eliminating this obvious problem. She held some tissue in her left hand, and as she stroked him, watched for the first signs. He felt like a young boy with a governess, but loved the helpless feeling. He began to tremble, and she coaxed him to his climax. "Just let it all come out Tommy. That's it baby, you enjoy it. Ah, here we come. Good boy. All finished? Good." He stood there weakly as she wiped away the few remaining drops. "Now, we are ready to turn my Tommy into Tamara, yes Tamara is a nice sexy name for you. But, no bikini panties, they don't suit you. Let's try these regular white panties." He pulled them on, and in seconds, he was hard again. She stared at the growing bulge, and remarked, "You certainly don't have that kind of energy when we are in bed together, do you?" He thought he sensed a sharp bite in her words. The bra was the same one as before, and she took the same care as he had in preparing the proper shaped stuffing. Now she helped him with his stockings and used garters rather than a belt, telling him they were more sexy. The heels were on and before she gave him a dress, she had him kneel before her, and she made up his face, more lovely than he had ever dreamed was possible. The blonde wig was used again, and she dug out one of last years very mini dresses for him to wear. It was pale yellow, and barely covered the bottom edge of his panties. His legs encased in black were displayed from the show top to the very edge of his groin. But, he was happy with the picture he presented. Sylvia had him model in front of the mirror, and he soon forgot she was even in the room. He paraded back and forth, seeing this erotic sight before him. The tiniest tilt forward or backwards, revealed his panties in all their glory. He was thrilled with what she had done. "Let's go downstairs darling, and I expect to see a lovely young woman descending." He was graceful to a fault, and she applauded him as he entered the living room. "Now, let's take a ride, shall we?" He suddenly became very nervous. "Tamara darling, you don't want to be cooped up forever in a house do you? It's dark out, but, we can drive around for a while. It will be a thrill for you. Finally, he smiled and agreed to go with her. The walk to the car was so erotic, he thought he night burst right then and there. His penis was steel hard, and getting harder every second. As they pulled away from the curb, she peered down between his thighs, where the short dress failed to hide anything. He looked too, and smiled at her. She played the car radio, and even suggested that he cross his beautiful legs, which he did gladly. The sight was quite revealing. It was drizzling now, and she headed toward the docks and a not too safe area after dark. He inquired about this, and she replied that she just wanted to see the lights from the ships. In a very bad area, she pulled to the curb, and told Tommy that she though she might be getting a flat tire. She asked him if he would check it. He hesitated, but she looked all around and assured him it would be fine. He climbed out, stood by the open door and tried to bend and see from there. "Tommy darling, it feels like my drivers tire in the rear. Would you be an angel and take a look for me?" Leaving the door open, he went to the rear of the car to look. Sylvia slipped the car into gear and sped away. The door slammed shut as she drove off. He yelled once, but she was out of sight. As frightened as he was, he knew she was only playing a game and would pop into sight any minute now. He stood there trembling by the curb looking for her headlights. A minute passed, then two. She was not coming back. He was on his own, and felt terrified. He felt like crying, but managed to hold it in. He started to walk aimlessly. The streets were all very dark with the exception of two street lights per block. Tommy walked clumsily on the heels, staying near the buildings. Suddenly, Tommy heard a voice, "Hellow sweet mamma, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" Tommy turned to see a huge black man approaching from the doorway. He staggered a little and Tommy knew he was not sober. Tommy tried to pick up his pace, as his heart beat faster and faster. A huge arm fell over his shoulder and came to rest on his padded breasts. "Oh yeah, they are sweet little rosebuds you got there." Tommy continued to walk on, but the big black man was slowly steering him closer to the buildings. They were approaching an unlit alley. He felt the huge hand leave his breasts,, and trail down his back to his frightened flanks. The hand was lifting the tiny skirt, and rubbing the silken panties. Tommy began to cry silently, all alone here on this dark, damp street. He felt himself being shoved gently to the approaching alley, the massive hand sliding under the panties and squeezing the soft flesh of his buttocks. "Oh you sweet thing, you are heaven, you know that." Tommy tried to sway out to the sidewalk, but the man was easily five inches taller and at least fifty pounds heavier. Soon they were walking down the alley, and the mad had one of Tommy's buttock cheeks in his paw. He was actually steering Tommy with it. The right had was caressing the padded bra, and he had no idea Tommy was a man. He fumbled with his own trousers, and took hold of Tommy's hand, directing it to a thick huge penis standing straight up his stomach. "See what you do to me sweet thing. This here prick of mine is just dying to taste you honey lamb." They approached the endless corner of the alley, the big black man reached down in front of Tommy's dress and placed his hand against the soft panties. "Son of a bitch," he yelled, "yo a goddam faggot!" Tommy knew what anger from a big man was like, but for the first time in his life, he was about to see the finale. His wig was pulled off, and her was turned over like a baby, thrown to the damp pavement, face down. Before he could move to look, the black man was straddling him and ripping the dress and panties from his body. Suddenly his thighs were parted and Tommy felt the weight of the man as he got into position. "Okay gal, or faggot, or whatever you is, here comes what you was looking for." Tommy began to cry loudly as the man felt for the tiny opening in his rear. First the finger prodded leading the massive head of the penis to the door, and now th man was pushing. Tommy screamed out to him that his penis was too big, but the black man kept pushing. Soon Tommy's flesh began to accept it, his screams could be heard all over the deserted streets. --