Marks and Spencer from the 1970's.

lowrise · Panty "PLATINUM" Joined: Dec 07, 2010 Posts: 2346

At one time it was rumoured that three out of four women in Britain wore Marks & Spencer panties. There was an excellent photo article in a newspaper which had a line of four women, three of them had lifted up their skirts to show their panties, the fourth had firmly placed her arms across her skirt, like she had no intention of showing hers. It seemed to sum up the situation. I sure wish I had kept that article, it depicted the amazing world of women, which I so wanted access to.

I first bought two pairs of panties from Marks & Spencer, and it did not go well. I had not yet acquired a “panty personality” and just selected two pairs and presented them to a saleswoman, was standing there not doing anything. I should have approached her first and asked if I could buy some ladies’ briefs. You had to call them briefs in those days. She thought I was a fetishist, actually not unreasonable. She took them from me, marched to a cash point, put them in a little grey bag, took the money, and gave me a withering look of disgust, revulsion, outrage, all negative concepts. She thrust the little bag at me. I left, actually feeling worse by the second as I left the store.she clearly knew they were for me. I lacked guile and needed to work on it.

The situation, even then, was that any item of female clothing could be worn by anyone, but society and the law are not always the same. So, there I was, finally owning panties, but not getting understanding or tolerance. I still wanted to wear ladies’ underwear, despite being sneered at, and tried one pair on. I then put the other pair on top. I realised it felt wonderful, both pairs rubbing against each other, and it was nice also to put my hand under the top pair and over the lower pair. I could fool around with the top pair and still have a pair of panties on holding everything in. I had some fun, then decided to go out and meet a special friend of mine.

My friend was female, and we had had a running joke going on. Usually she could ask me to do something for her, or get her something, and I would do it. Sometimes I would hesitate, and she would pick up on this and think about what she could do to persuade me. “I’ll show you my knickers!” she would say. This started off as no more than quick flash, but of course progressed to have to include the front and back, for longer, and then a little tweak of the leg elastic, and then a little caress of the thin material. It also included a little read of the label inside. Now, this could be stitched to the back of the waistband, or half way down the side seam which was much more fun, but could be done. The little symbols for care, and the wording, was all so interesting. It was in French too so there would be iron while damp which was repasser encore humide.

All her panties were Marks & Spencer! Sometimes I asked if I could see her knickers anyway, and she let me, on the understanding that it counted as a favour in the future. I realised that what it was all about was that I wanted to wear her panties. I asked her. Her mood changed. She thought about what I had asked. She looked at me and said with sorrow “No. No, you can’t. But, just go to Marks & Spencer and buy some.”

She said later she was thinking about how you have to be male or female in society and you can’t be a girl if you aren’t a girl. It was disappointing because I wanted to ask if I could wear her skirt too.

I met her while I was wearing the two pairs of panties. She greeted me cheerfully .””Have you bought some knickers?” she said. “Yes,” I said, “and the woman was horrible to me.”

I said I was wearing them. She smiled quizzically at first, but realised I was telling the truth. “May I see them? I’m sorry it didn’t go well, it’s not that big of a deal. What a stupid woman.”

I said it would have to be in private. It wasn’t as easy as wearing a skirt and lifting the hem, it would have to be in private. She was serious! She invited me back to her place, and helped me climb out of my trousers. “”Oh, just look at those knickers! The lace pair is gorgeous, can you take them off so I can see them. These must have been really expensive.”

I took them off. And she took them from me.She stretched them out in front of her own waist, looked down at them and said “I have to try these on.” Still holding them, she reached up under her skirt, found her own panties and neatly let them down her legs, then stepped out of them. They were royal blue see-through nylon with white lacy legs and waist and, and some white piping running along the front of them. She gave me them to hold! Then she stepped into my panties and drew them up her legs, running her hands back and forth inside the waistband as she did so. I savoured each luscious moment as I got to see how women controlled their panties as they went on. She looked at me with a contented smile, and undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. “Now that you’re a girl … you get to see this!” she said. She adjusted the waist and legs of the panties, then turned round and said “They really do feel nice against my skin, I feel pretty and safe. How do they look?”

“Wonderful on you. Your bum looks amazing, they fit really well”

“Thanks!” she replied. “I’m not sure about you, I haven’t seen a man in such close-fitting underwear, but they look pretty on you.” She thought a bit.”There’s something I can do for you now.” She motioned to her blue panties. “Why don’t you put them on. It’s OK now. I’ll watch you to make sure you do it like a girl.”

Of course, I stepped into them and started to pull them up.” No, don’t pull, lift, and sort of stick your bum out and wiggle a bit. Here, let me show you.” And she reached over and put her hands inside the waistband and made little movements as the panties moved up. In place, she adjusted the legs and waistband for me and said “There! Oh, I just need to think now, you have got my knickers on. You are wearing my knickers. Um, it’sstrange to think about it. Oh whatever, I hope you are enjoying it. Knickers are so important.”

I looked at myself, thinking “At last, tight, pretty, close-fitting female underwear given to me by their owner!”

Her panties were slightly deeper then mine and completely covered them, but they were totally see-through apart from their blue colour, and I felt so good,with them on, the unfamiliar grip of tight elastic, the totally fpdifferent cut to male underwear. I blurted out “Denise, I have got your knickers on.” I needed to say something to normalise everything, and that was what I said. She laughed.

“Yes, you have. Do you want to keep them, I mean, I have worn them so that’s a double for you, a beautiful girl’s knickers which she has just been wearing. Of course, I’ll have to keep these ones of yours. My ones are about 30% cheaper than yours, but I’m not going to give you anything towards the difference, because you have had some consultancy.”

It was a start of another world, I felt. I chanced my luck.

“Can I wear your skirt?” She let me, it was a bit tight round the waist, but she taught me how a woman shows her panties. It was possibly the most satisfying experience I had ever had.

And that’s how Marks & Spencer introduced me to transvestism. I have of course worn many other brands of underwear, but Marks & Spencer was the first.

I would be interested in hearing anyone else’s experiences of being helped to try on ladies’s umderwear by a lady friend. Were you caught? Did you ask? What brand were they and did you like them?