The Dangers of Women's Lingerie For Men | The Magical Wishing Panties
Are some panties more magical than others?
Bob had hesitated about buying panties online for a long time. One never knew where the panties had been, or the real quality of them. After all, he had heard about Nigerian scammers and the people selling illicit prescription medication, which later on turned out to be sugar pulls and secretly, he was a little afraid that if he should purchase a pair of lovely lacy panties online, all he would receive in the mail would be a disappointing cotton handkerchief.
But Bob's longing for panties was not a longing which would abate, unlike the longing he had once had for his now ex-wife, Loretta. That longing hadn't just abated, it had committed hari kari in the upstairs bedroom of their quiet suburban home when Loretta had engaged in a very physical extra marital affair with Eduardo, the pool boy.
But that was behind Bob now. Loretta had eloped downtown to live in Eduardo's little loft and Bob was a free man. A new man. A man who was going to expand his horizons, push the envelope and explore his darkest desires. That meant buying panties. His mouse hovered over the pair he had chosen, a satin and lace affair. They were the perfect panties, pure white with lacy trim about the waistband and legs. Their full cut called to him from the hard, unyielding monitor, promising him a lingerie experience like no other. But perhaps even more fantastic than the panties themselves was the accompanying guarantee: 'Feel more like a woman than ever before! Be a new woman!'
He put the blurb down to some idiot in marketing and went ahead and placed the order. He was overcome with nervous excitement the moment he clicked the 'Buy Now' button, a nervous excitement that failed to dissipate until the moment his panties arrived, three days later via expedited courier. With trembling fingers, Bob broke the little mundane looking white package open in his bedroom and gasped with joy. They were as pretty as he had imagined. The expanse of the white satin caressed his fingertips as he lifted the panties from their all too inferior wrapping and he could no longer hold back. Bob was a man possessed, possessed by love of lingerie at first sight. He had to try them on. He must try them on. He tried them on, casting aside his manly underwear and slipping the new panties on with haste.
They felt... amazing. They felt better than he could have possibly imagine. The silk whispered sweet caresses as he moved about in the panties, feeling how well they fit. They might be women's panties, but they fitted him as if they had been made just for him. In fact, even as he wore them, they seemed to fit better and better. He felt better and better. He felt, softer, rounder, gentler.
It took some time for Bob to realize what was happening, but realize it he did, and by the time he managed to walk over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room, he was no longer surprised by the sight that greeted him. No longer surprised, but very, very pleased.
Bob marveled at himself in the mirror. Bob was a woman. His hair was softer, and longer, his lips fuller. His chin bristles had melted away, as had the harsh lines of the jaw and the Adam's apple which had marked him as a man for so long. His bosom was bountiful and bouncing, his hips curved more deliciously than those of the Venus de Milo, and his squeal of surprise came out in a decidedly feminine high pitched tone.
It was different, being a woman, his mind expanded with a new depth of emotion. He saw things with new eyes. He saw the ring left on the bedside table from where the condensation from his glass of lemonade and whiskey had made its way onto the wood, and he tutted at the sight. He wondered idly for a moment whether or not he should have bought Alice from accounting a gift pack of scented soaps to accompany the birthday card the office had pooled together for, and pondered whether or not Marsha from down the street really did get those beautiful red Laboutin pumps on sale as she had said.
Alice... he'd have to ask her how her birthday was when he saw her at work on Monday. Work. On Monday. The inevitable wave of panic swept over Bob as he realized that there was no way he could go into work like this on Monday. Lowering the panties roughly, he breathed a sigh of relief as his body began to reform to its previously male state. It appeared that these magical wishing panties did indeed have the power to transform plain old Bob, area manager into Barbara, a ravishingly beautiful cougar. Would anyone be able to resist Barbara's charms? Bob thought not. No, Barbara was gorgeous, even more gorgeous than Loretta had been... hmm... Loretta.
Carefully, taking care not to damage the fabric, Bob pulled his new panties back into place, then with a sweet smile on his face, Barbara smiled, and dialed Eduardo's number.