His hands trembled as he touched all the gorgeous underwear. The sensation of smoothness and the beauty of the lingerie, as compared with his own cotton boxers, was a revelation. By Carla Greene

Mike's biggest problem was that he was indecisive. Anyone who knew him was aware that he had to be bullied into making decisions. He was a living example of the old joke: 'I used to be indecisive, now I'm not so sure'

Mike's lack of positivity spilled into his personal life in unexpected ways. When Mike was a naïve 14 year old, his brother, Sean, had got married and brought his wife to live in the family home until settling into a place of their own. The fascination of having a young woman in the house was too much for Mike to resist. After Jane had been around for a couple of months, Mike had done what many boys like him would have done and decided to sneak a look in her underwear drawer...

The first expedition had been carried out while the house was empty. Mike had gone through the cycle of wanting to do it, then not wanting to, but eventually his curiosity had beaten his fear. He'd quietly gone into the room (as if anybody would hear him anyway!) and opened the wardrobe door. The clothes he found were, of course, a mixture of male and female. It was only a small bedroom and Jane and Sean had to share the limited space as best they could.

It was getting harder for Mike to breathe as he realised that here was a chance to discover what female underwear was really like!

Countless hours spent looking at magazine advertisements and underwear catalogues had given Mike an idea of the look of lingerie. There had even been rare opportunities to briefly caress a pair of panties, a bra or a suspender belt while out shopping. Here at last was the real thing...

Mike had never heard of cross-dressing or transvestism. As far as he was concerned he was only looking at pretty underwear because he liked to. Even at the stage of sneaking a look at Jane's undies it was only a bit of a thrill, nothing serious. After all, what else was a boy his age to do?

As Mike started looking through the wardrobe, he was bracing himself for the possibility that Jane was not the sort of girl who would go in for 'sexy' underwear. He was fully expecting to discover a collection of old, comfortable cotton knickers and bras, nothing remotely interesting.

Jane did have some plain undies, but as Mike nosed deeper into the wardrobe he found that she also liked far prettier and sexier lingerie too. Mike's breathing became quicker as he found a drawer containing things he had only dreamed of.

There were satin and lace panties, bras and suspender belts. There were a couple of beautiful basques, one black, one red. Stockings of all colours abounded. Mike saw black, white, blue and even red nylons, a pair of black fishnets and lace tops...