Mike's Discovery
By Carla Greene
Mike's 'studies' had shown him in great detail what lingerie was supposed to look like on a real body, so it was now a matter of working out the unfamiliar fastenings. This was not difficult and Mike was soon struggling to shed his clothes, impatient to put on satin and lace.
He struggled with the bra before deciding that he wouldn't bother with it this time (This time? I hope there's going to be a next time! he thought) and picked up the suspender belt instead. Clipping it behind his waist proved difficult, particularly with his trembling, excited fingers, so Mike turned it around and fastened it at the front. Then he pulled it around to the proper position.
The stockings came next and Mike instinctively decided that it would be best to roll them up then unroll them onto his legs. He carefully put the first rolled up stocking onto his foot then unrolled the cool, smooth black nylon up his leg. When the stocking was fully on, it was obvious that it was fastened to the suspenders by the dark welt at the top.
Mike's fingers had calmed somewhat, so it was no trouble to secure the front suspender to the stocking. The rearmost strap was different! Finally, after twisting himself then twisting the stocking, one leg was covered in beautifully sheer black nylon. The second stocking was dealt with more quickly than the first until finally Mike was left with only the pink and white lacy panties to try.
He picked them up then stood up, off the bed he'd been sitting on. Bending down he put his feet into the leg holes then slowly drew the panties up. This simple action was accompanied by unexpected sensations. Mike had never thought that pulling on a pair of knickers would be so pleasurable.
First there was the rustle of the lace on the stockings. Then there was the brush of the panties on his bare thighs and a second's fumbling as the suspender clips got in the way. Finally Mike straightened up, at last dressed in the underwear that had dominated his thoughts for so long.
His first thought was how much more wonderful it was to be wearing lingerie than he had imagined. He turned to look at himself in the mirror on his wardrobe. He gasped with pleasure at the sight of himself. The shining black nylons, the pink-and-white panties and suspenders were so pretty and feminine that Mike wondered why he had never dared try them before.
It was then that Mike knew that he had made a decision that would stay with him forever. He knew that to live without the possibility of dressing in female underwear would be unbearable.
At every opportunity after that, Mike would go into Jane's drawers and try her lingerie. Although he was never caught there were some near misses. None of these put him off. As far as he knew, his secret was safe.
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