Becoming Mary - Part I - Sex Stories

Becoming Mary - Part I

... there are a time and place for everything and that getting ready for work is neither. “Breakfast is ready,” she said, “How come you’re not dressed yet?” “I’m looking for clean underwear,” I answered, pushing my socks around the drawer as though a pair of underpants might suddenly appear. “Well that’s just silly,” Lucy said, “Why didn’t you notice earlier?” “I didn’t think about it,” I replied, “Don’t you have any clean ones?” I could see her facial expression change instantaneously. It was the look that told me I was about to be told off. I knew the problem, but I wished I didn’t. I was about to get the “I’m not your mother” response, possibly followed by a lecture later that evening about how I needed to take more responsibility. I felt embarrassed about having asked. She brushed me aside and pushed the drawer shut, and then opened the one where she kept her vast collection of bras and panties. It was a smorgasbord of colors and trimmings, with every clothing material known to man, from the most natural of cotton to the most exotic of synthetic materials. The color spectrum was enormous, from plain white through dull beige, through beautiful pastels, up to ‘in-your-face’ red and black with gold sparkles. “Here, you can wear these,” she said, handing me a pair of plain white stretch cotton briefs with a tiny pink bow at the front. “I can’t wear those!” I protested, my face turning red at the thought of wearing ladies knickers. “You don’t have much choice,” Lucy responded, ...

... “until you learn to manage your washing.” With that statement, Lucy went back to the kitchen to finish cooking breakfast while I looked at the pair of briefs she’d handed me. Aside from the little bow, they weren’t all that much different from a normal pair of underpants; I tried to convince myself. But, when I put them on, I could distinctly feel the material tightly hugging my butt, and the clingy softness of the stretch cotton caressing my cock and balls, which gave me an immediate erection. I tried to forget the physical sensations, but the emotional effect was even greater. I felt girlish, as though I was closer to Lucy than ever before. I wanted to be like her. --- By the time I got to work and met my colleagues, I had forgotten about that morning’s episode with Lucy and focused on my job. There was barely a moment during the day that wasn’t taken up by the new product launch. My presentation, lunch with prospective customers, and a lot of talk about the profound effect the company would have on the industry took up the afternoon. I was reminded of my unusual underwear a couple of times when going to the toilet. But, aside from seeing the pink bow while taking out my Johnson for a wee, there was little opportunity to reflect on it any further. --- When I got home, Lucy greeted me with a big smile. She was wearing a cream-colored light sweater and a pleated black skirt, with black high-heels. It was somewhat like a schoolgirl look, only more sophisticated. “How was your ...