Panty Town

Chapter One -- Jamie

Jamie Sanders did not think he was a sissy. Growing up, he played with
trucks and showed his innate male aggression though soldiers games with the
other boys. He climbed trees and watched baseball with his Dad and brother.

Unfortunately, by the time he was in eighth grade, his parents were sure he
was a little pantywaist nancyboy. Especially his Mom. She was always
talking to him about feelings and clothes and hair and all that sissy
stuff.

Jamie's Mom was always telling him to "Let go of all that male baggage and
let yourself experience the joys of femininity. You'll be so much happier."

She was partly right. He did need to be a lot happier. He didn't really fit
in with the other kids in his class. But it wasn't because he was a sissy,
was it?

A couple of times when Dad was away on business trips, Mom had suggested
that he wear a pretty nightie. "You'll sleep so much better, Honey," she
said.

He always resisted until that one time, when Jamie gave in to the pressure.
Dad had taken Jamie's two-year-older brother Alec to some sports thing or
other out of town and Mom and Jamie were alone in the house. Mom showed
Jamie a frothy little pink negligee thing and Jamie fell in love with
it. He longed to wear it to bed, but couldn't tell Mom that he wanted
to. So he fought her and let her pressure him until, in mock exasperation,
he gave in. Did Mom know what he really wanted? Maybe. But she sure had a
smug look on her face as she told Jamie how beautiful he looked in pink.

Jamie had to agree. He stole little peeks at himself in the mirror and
liked what he saw. And the feelings! Oh. The cool material caressing his
pores. It made his little virgin willie all stiff and his ball bag very
sensitive to the tender scrapes of the delicate material against his
wrinkled flesh. Mom at least looked away, or pretended to, when it became
too much and his boy's cream spurted out and into the Kleenex that Mom had
placed in his hand before he put the gown on. "Just in case," she had told
him.