My First Panties (A True Story)

About seven years ago I was trapped in a job that I really hated, in a finance office with the Bitch from hell as a boss. To begin with she was nice and kind, but as the weeks slowly turned into months she started picking me up on little things I did. She would critise my attire (notice I didn't say dress!) make me re- do work which had been perfect the first time and even pick me up on my bright and happy manner.

By Jenifer

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I made something up and fled. I think the assistant knew exactly what I was doing. To be honest I didn't really care. I was now so confident I think I could have changed into it on the street!

I then walked into Sainsburys and bought myself some snacks for the afternoon. I had got a video from the local shop earlier and I always liked to stuff myself silly.

Walking to the till, I "Happened" to wander through their lingerie department. Thinking that the stockings I had would be for "Special" occasions I got myself a pack of cheap everyday ones. The assistant gave me a strange look as I paid for them but I ignored it.

I got a taxi back home, and lugged the television into my room. Yes it worked; I had a buyer for my old Television, so I had more mad money.

After disposing of the packaging and making sure that my parents were definitely out and not likely to back for some considerable time. I unpacked my new underwear and admired it. I carefully found a place to stow the silky creations and drew myself a hot bath.

Obviously I wanted to get the feel of the new clothes as intense as possible, so I snuck into my parents room and borrowed my Mothers Ladyshave.

10 minutes later my chest, arms and legs were silky smooth. I rubbed moisturising cream into them to get them even smoother and softer.

"But what about my cock?" I thought.

It was painful and slow progress, but eventually I had a smooth pubic area, and a lovely soft cock and balls. The cream felt wonderful as it coldly went on my skin, causing me the first of many erections.

At that point I decided that my cock looked so feminine that it shouldn't be called such a nasty male name. This was my attempt to feminise myself and so I decided to name it my 'Clittie' and when it got stiff, it was being naughty.

I got in the bath, and loved the feel of the water on my new soft skin. I rubbed my legs, wondering what the stockings would feel like against them. With this thought, my 'Clittie' got so stiff. I wanted to wank myself off; again I didn't want such a crude male name for relieving myself, so I re-named it. 'Rubbing myself to climax'. I decided to leave it till much later.

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