Timmy’s story continues.
Mary came back that afternoon after a short shopping trip holding a small brown bag. She dumped out the contents onto her coffee table and giggled. “Aren’t they nice?!”
A simple pair of beige nylon or silk panties. Simple except for an embroidered rose, also in beige, to one side of the front.
She picked them up and told me to feel them. I was speechless! My entire life I had been totally taken by “girlie things.” But it was always in the privacy of my own mind. Now it was like she was looking right into me…completely seeing my fascination for girlie things!
I know another guy would have laughed or made a joke or something…ANYTHING! But not me. I froze. I tried to smile but it was very, very weak. She seemed so light. Amused a little. It was all so easy for her and so hard for me. To Mary it was like a game. To me it was like the most serious moment of my life. I had never felt so stuck, so frozen. There was nothing I could do. She was completely in charge.
It was then it happened. I could not believe what she said, but her words were clear. “I want you to try those on for me.”
I could not speak or move at all. I wish that I could have laughed or said no way but I could not move. Again I was frozen.
It was a visceral brain response. It was like I had to do it simply because she wanted me to. Nothing else mattered. What I wanted, needed or thought didn’t matter. What Mary wanted is all the mattered.
What made things worse was that I consciously knew she was humiliating me. Making fun of me. Delighting in my embarrassment. I knew that was Mary’s intent. I was a plaything to her.
Joy & Love,
Goddess Mandy 🙂 XO
This is hot!!! This is Timmy’s first step in being her panty boy!! Hopefully bra with breast forms will be next then makeup/lipstick/wig/feminine arched eyebrows/dress to make him or should I say her into Mary’s cream puff girl.
Yes Paulina…you just might be right that this is Timmy’s first step. I wonder if Timmy has all or most of the desires for these pretty things that you do?!? This IS the end of this story…but perhaps it’s only the beginning for Timmy. 🙂
The most powerful part of this for me was that Mary (pseudonym) made me do it. She expected my compliance and seemed to know that she would get it even when I did not know this. It made it clear to me that she did not see me as an equal and I did not feel as an equal. I had not felt equal before that but this made it more clear. The other thing was that it also made it clear that I would never be a “boyfriend” to her but was more of an amusement. Honestly, I would have been scared to even attempt boyfriend status unless she initiated it which she never did. I did adore her and think she mostly kept this experience between us though maybe she told a friend or two. If so I don’t know.
Thanks for sharing all of this with me, Tim! 🙂 I love that you went back and re-read my post. I am so glad that you shared your story with me in the first place. I do think that there are a lot of people out there who can truly relate to it and you!! 🙂
Thank you. You probably have a better idea than I do as to whether anyone could relate to it. I have thought of that experience a lot and how things were with her. It was good to actually write it. It is a bit odd to understand that women are or feel more powerful than you do. It is not a thing that you are supposed to admit. To me they always, always have. Always. This experience I think was an example of it.
You are very welcome! I understand that it might be a hard thing to admit both to others and perhaps more especially to yourself. 🙂