Has anyone remembered a distant memory about panties?

lowrise · Panty "PLATINUM" Joined: Dec 07, 2010 Posts: 2943

No, no-one seems to.

Well, the first woman I asked if I could try in a pair of her panties said no. But the second woman, Julie, who I asked that same question said yes. This was because, she said, she was at that moment wearing a pair of her girlfriend’s panties! Apparently lesbians do this a lot and also like to try on panties belonging to other friends. You just think up a situation where you suddenly find you need to borrow a pair of panties, and it’s no big deal to even be allowed to choose a pair you like! So, she said, if she could try on a pair of another woman’s panties which looked there was no reason why she should not help me.

She said it was natural to be curious, and trying a pair on in helpful, friendly company was much better than furtively borrowing a pair from someone. I shrugged wryly annd said the hardest thing was putting them back! That made her laugh, and I could tell she was intrigued at the thought of how difficult it was wanting to try on what was at the end of the day just a piece of cloth intended for the opposite gender. I saw her face set into a resolve to make wearing her panties memorable.

She thought it would be nice for both of us if I tried them on, and if I liked them I could keep them! So you see how incredibly helpful it’s possible for a woman to be. Julie suggested I add that straight women are incredibly helpful too, they just want to make sure you find wearing ladies’ panties a lot of fun and that they are comfortable for you.

We were in her office, and she said she would show me them right away. I said she would be commando, and did that matter? She said not to worry, as half the women in building were not wearing panties, and it was fine. (It was 1976, a very hot summer.) What did intrigue her was that I had not see her panties and what if I did not like them. If she showed me them and I did not like them, or how she looked in them, or whatever, would I just be polite and not say. So she made me say whatever it was I was thinking as she lifted up her skirt, and also insisted that her showing them was a gift to me, and my gift to her was to agree to wear them, as she wanted to see me wearing ladies’ underwear. I said OK.

So she raised the hem of her skirt and I saw a very pretty pair of panties, I saw how they fitted her shape very closely, and how pretty she looked in them. I told her how pretty she looked wearing them, and her girlfriend must have enjoyed giving them to her. Julie smiled appreciatively, and proceeded to let them down, over her knees, then asked if I would like to take them down the rest of the way, and off. I knelt down, and looked up to see how intently she was looking at me. I eased them down over her shoes, and off, one leg at a time. She was wearing a skirt, which helped a lot in all this, though for me in pants, I had to take them off, then my underwear, and stand in front of her. I remember she had a neutral expression, which I would say helped a lot.

“Go on, then, let me see you try my panties on! I can’t wait to see you wearing them.”

A real man would have got her to take off her skirt, of course, but she just looked at me coyly, skirt on, and handed me her panties. “I’m going to watch ….” she said. “All the luck in the world, doing this. I hope you like them!” She gave me a look which was not quite a leer, but definitely a knowing look.

They were mauve nylon, and had black elastic around the legs and waist, and a bow stitched under the waistband. They were completely seethrough. They were bikini style, but a bit higher on the waist than I would have thought, though not quite fullbacks. It was definitely an “mmmmmmm” moment as I stepped into them. I had both feet in them and then looked at her to see how she was, looking at me. She had a smile of genuine warmth, and her voice was particularly soft as she spoke. “Go on, up your legs …” Now scared, and with rapid heartbeat, I got myf fingertips inside the waistband and began to pull them up, really aware of the unusual feel of the material and the gentle tightness of the elastic. After about three “pulls” they were at the top of my legs and I was a satisfied but emotional wreck. I felt so feminine, but pleased to have sympathetic female company.

Julie looked at me intently, seemingly ignoring the male bits and all, and said “Now, you need to get your fingers into the elastic and sort of swirl round as you lift them off, over your bottom, and, er, the rest of it. That’s it. And then check the legs are nice and smooth. OK, then. How does it feel? They do look good. Is it comfortable with them on?”

Her panties were very comfortable.”Yes.” I squeaked. “May I keep them on?”

“Keep them as your new underwear! We agreed I might let you keep them, and they do look really good on you. No really! I think you look lovely. If you don’t mind I will tell all the other women here I let you wear my panties, not many men are brave enough to try wearing panties. Maybe you’ll get given some more, I sure hope so.” She reached out and pulled up the black waistband a bit more. “Turn round for me … Yes, it’s great, actually. Not too baggy at the back, and not too tight at the front.” Then she pulled the waistband forward and looked inside the panties. She laughed. I guess she knew it was a life choice, not a fetish.

I was beginning to swell a bit, with the nylon rubbing a bit against me. But her panties were definitely a possibility as acceptable underwear. How did I feel, well, I felt that it was nice to at last have pretty underwear on, and to have a lady friend who I could talk to. I put my pants back on, and there we were, me in women’s panties, and her not wearing panties. Oh, I should say I offered her my underwear but she said “No, but that’s a kind offer to be treasured.”

We went back to her house, later, and we chose a nice pair of panties for her to wear the rest of the day. It was all very lovely and girly.

Why was this important for me? Well, as I said at the beginning, the first woman I asked if I could wear her panties said no. As in no, not maybe, or let me think about it. No. She said it was too rude. And this was interesting because later on when I was wearing skirts and blouses and pantyhose, and a bra of course, (I love wearing a bra) all of that, I met her and she said she often thought about when I asked her that time, and she said she regretted saying I couldn’t try her panties on, because she realised that it had taken a lot of courage to ask, and she knew that her denial would have hurt me and I would have worried in case she told anyone like it was a bad thing. That meant a lot to me! She then looked at me and said “No!!!”, meaning she wasn’t going to take them off and give them to me. We both laughed.

So, I am not saying that you should ask a woman if you can wear her panties, but if you want to be a feminine man then you do need to involve women. A lot of them do know, anyway! A group of caring women who give help and advice over ladies underwear is so supportive to encounter. You will probably find that they want you to wear bras and dresses, too, so be prepared. It’s fun.

I can’t imagine now being not allowed to wear panties.