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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The next item was the lovely panties. I carefully examined them before they went on. The front was of a lacy, slightly see-through finish and the back was composed completely of black satin. They felt so soft and sensual in my hands, I had to put them on right at that moment.

I stepped into them, and noticed with disgust that my Clittie had gotten really stiff again. This time, I wasn't going to stand for it, and so I put her tightly between my legs, and pulled the panties quickly up.

I pulled them up over my hips, and smoothed them into position.

That moment will stay with me for the rest of my life. At that moment I wanted to be a woman full time, they can experience such lovely fabric next to their beautiful skin every day.

I don't think I actually did very much for the next 5 minutes, except stand in amazement. I didn't care that I probably looked horrible in the lingerie, I didn't care that it was "wrong" all I knew that these panties had transported me to a world of soft pleasure.

I broke myself from my trance and unpacked the stockings. Not the everyday ones, this was a special occasion and so I chose the seamed ones.

I pulled the first slowly up my smooth leg, loving the caress of the material against my skin. I pulled my suspenders through the side of my panties and clipped the tops.

I repeated the exercise on the other side. I loved the extra weight I had when I bent over.

"So this was what it must be like to be a woman!" I thought.

That afternoon I spent hours lying on my bed, with my eyes closed just rubbing myself through the panties. Every stroke was a descent further into luxury. Several times I was close to climaxing but I held back for as long as I could.

The clocks span round until it showed 4:45. My parents would be home very soon and I had to finish off quickly.

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