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                          PANTIES FOR SALE
                           By Leslie Forte


      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.