Miss BR looks a little like this, only cuter, with shaggier hair and darker coloring. She’s only twenty, but has read many books already and has a breathy, soft voice that sounds both innocent and clever. She’ll stand in an oversize sweater and just the way she moves her shoulders makes you wish you could be her friend forever. But Miss D has other plans. Recently she and Miss C informed her thoroughly about who Panties really is. Miss D told her about Panties’ menstruation and date panties and how Panties had to recite panty poetry and dance in a tutu at her coming out party. (“And she doesn’t have a penis!” exclaimed Miss C.) Miss BR was delighted at the prospect of Panties in her Maid’s uniform scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees. She said with a whispery smile and to Miss D’s great amusement: “Who needs a vacuum cleaner, when you have Panties to crawl around picking up dirt?” She liked the idea of Panties wearing bloomers to keep her panties from showing when she bends over. (“Maybe a light blue, no, hot pink!”) Miss D told her she can use Panties however she wants and that Panties had been told to obey her. Most recently, Miss D spoke to Panties about some new rules: “From now on, whenever I come in the room, you are to curtsy or bow to me. You are to do the same with Miss C and Miss BR.” Panties cannot imagine how it is to be close to this interesting girl, what it is like to sit drinking wine, joking, and enjoying the company of this interesting girl. Instead she will learn to make her bed and cook her meals.
Miss D was telling Miss BR how Panties wants to be a girl more than anything in the world, and since most girls are heterosexual she should be interested in all things penis including things you do to a penis if you are a girl with a healthy sex drive. Panties already has been taught what to think when she sees a dollop of mayo or a glass of white wine. Miss D knows what Panties has done in a hotel room when the only other body present was by no means female. She knows what Panties performed in a car parked in a desolate part of town for as little as five dollars. She declared prophetically that Panties would never kiss a girl again, and that she would be glad about it. Recently, Panties was minding her own business watching a gaggle of transvestites around the pool table. When she returned to the dance floor one of them followed her to chat. At the end of the night she offered Panties a ride back to where Miss D was staying. Miss D wasn’t home, but Panties declined to let her come in for a sissy nightcap (there was only red wine in the house). But she agreed to watch while the other sissy hiked up her skirt and pulled down her serious panties and pantihose and did what sissies love to do. Panties was shy about touching the forbidden flesh, but she submitted to resting her fingers and red nails lightly on the hairy wrist of her fellow sissy, causing a hot, white ejaculation which Panties was not quite quick enough to avoid.
Panties is getting nudged away from her ideas about the textures, smells and pastel sounds of cuddling with a real girl. Although Miss D is a constant reminder of how dreamy, wonderful it is to be close to someone like her, Panties finds herself thinking about something closer to what a real girl feels, smells, tastes when she is intimate with the opposite sex. Miss D has been repetitively urging Panties to give up her silly ideas of ever trying to please a woman. She thinks it would be a crime against women for any one to find themselves in bed with a transvestite who sees her primarily as a vehicle for panties to be in motion. She is intrigued by some of the sissies who have written, however. She has no problem with the idea of a sissy lover, where each would get exactly what they want and what they deserve. Panties is already dreaming of her face right at the crotch panel of a pair of panties, wet and distended in the wrong places... This call for sissies might also involve housework and possibly even a loving relationship with Panties. But it’s first of all, about sissy bonding and helping Panties take her medicine.
She knows the things that made Panties’ panties wet and is editing the list of what things will make her panties wet from now on. In place of breasts and vaginas she prefers Panties to get hot and bothered about Lifesize Barbie and dresses. She is getting Panties to see how erotic a withdrawal slip or a list of assignments can be. She wants to deepen Panties’ relationship with old lovers, including her transvestism, panties, and of course, other transvestites dressed in panties, bras, garterbelts, nylons and slips. She knows where Panties has been, including the space between these thighs, how she spent a few hours with her face getting to know that special sissy place, with her sissy thighs likewise being tickled by transvestite kisses. And she knows that no one made Panties dress herself and rendezvous in a motel near the airport. No one made Panties hike her skirt and parade herself in a women's undergarments. No one made her do things that would absolutely be considered "proper use of her mouth."
Panties, very relieved that her period is over, is dressed in a pink bra and tan panties with light pantihose. She is wearing her yellow dress which Miss D helped her buy after Panties admired the yellow dress an actress was wearing on-stage. Panties is reviewing her lessons, how she is no longer allowed to freely drink red wine in Miss D’s presence and how Miss D’s BFF Miss C first scolded Panties for “using your mouth incorrectly,” which is how Miss D now refers as well to any utterance which is unbefitting a sissy transvestite, such as any complaint or opinion even, and more recently, any utterance at all without the necessary permission. Miss D doesn’t require Panties to moo the way Miss B liked, but Panties isn’t allowed to address Miss D without first asking, in a high, humble, voice, “May I speak, Miss D?” One morning when Panties neglected this protocol and had whined about some trivial matter, Miss D left Panties on her knees and returned a minute later with a tumbler of white wine and a penis straw. Panties had to sip the wine through the penis straw and then perform oral sex, noisily on the penis straw before drinking the rest of the white wine. Miss D was delighted: “This is for using your mouth improperly. From now on you won’t be able to drink white wine without thinking of male ejaculate. For you, white wine is cum. You are sexually aroused by white wine, because it reminds you of cum. You are sexually aroused by white wine because you had to drink through a penis straw and give the penis straw a blowjob.”
A plush velvet Chesterfield becomes quite the occasion when one sits with bare legs and a skirt. Let’s not forget the bra and panties which one should take for granted by now. The nylons or pantihose, once (what is that pompous Latin expression that means something like, ‘obligatory’...? ) part of every outfit even on the hottest days, have yielded to a trial of spray-on pantihose, which is really just aerosol makeup for the legs. The greater expanse of flesh on fabric makes the idea of trousers as passé as say, one of those thick necked football commentators you see on television. If one browses the photography sites long enough one will find others who have posed on this couch.
The Return of Miss B
Miss R no longer thinks of Panties as other than a transvestite either in name or dress. Miss D has further programmed Panties to be less of a presence when she is allowed out with them. “You are no longer allowed to drink with us,” she said. “When we are drinking wine, you will have a glass of juice. You are not allowed to have opinions, except when I allow you to. And I will tell you what your opinions are.” Miss D and Miss B can enjoy their evenings with Panties sitting by as a demure, deferential, humble, polite, mostly silent sissy. At the end of the night Miss D and Miss B ignore the check, concentrating on enjoying each other’s company and friendship. Panties must be content with being that close to such achingly warm, pretty, cute, funny, smart girls, while no longer being free to engage them as would any of their peers, male or female.
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