Miss Christy, the beautiful, strict, never-to-be-argued-with-Miss-Christy, was holding in one hand a pair of women’s lacy, ight green panties.
Joe had never cross-dressed before, and the very thought of having to go out in public in a pair of women’s panties almost scared him as much as the thought of going out in public _without_ the panties. Naked and humiliated, or dressed and even more humiliated? Joe’s choices shook him to his core, and he had no response to Miss Christy’s quizzical raised eyebrow.
“Well,” she said, after a minute of increasingly tense silence, “slip them on and let’s see if they suit you.” Miss Christy gave Joe a wink at that which was designed to give him heart palpitations, and she was quickly rewarded by Joe’s breath become ragged and flushed.
As she slowly made her way over to where Joe was standing, rooted to the spot, she also saw confusion surface in him.
While the panties would be humiliating for him, she’d also promised him that he wouldn’t be able to hold the invites while wearing them. That did seem at odds with her choice of outfit for him.
Miss Christy was holding the panties firmly in her hand, but loosened her grip on them slightly so that they now dangled from the ends of her fingers. Standing directly in front of Joe, she raised her hand up so that the lacy material of the panties lightly touched his unprotesting face. Then, swaying her hand backs and forwards, she teased Joe with the panties, before leaving them on his hands, which were still planted to the top of his head where Miss Christy had left them.
Miss Christy treated Joe to a smile, and ran two hands down his exposed sides until they arrived at his hips.
“Now.” Miss Christy said, feeling Joe’s blood pressure boil at the slightest touch she afforded him.
“Try putting the panties on…” she instructed, in an almost friendly tone.
Joe quickly took his hands off his head, slightly fumbling with the panties, before taking them on the second attempt. As he brought them down off his head, it occurred to him that the material of the panties was behaving in a strange way.
He’d never put on women’s panties before, but he’d put on men’s underwear thousands of times, and surely the principle was the same?
As he clumsily tried to put them, only then did he fully realise the predicament that Miss Christy had landed him in. The panties, light green and with a lace trimming that did little to mask the erection he had, would normally have been held together by two thin side bands. Not enough to have covered any significant amount of skin, but certainly enough to at least hold the front and backs from falling down.
Now that he had possession of the garment though, he realised with a sinking sense of certainty that Miss Christy had seen fit to tamper with the garment.
As Joe pulled the embarrassing panties up his legs, the side bands completely gave way. As he looked on in consternation, he realised that Miss Christy have carefully sliced the bands so that they had only been holding on my a single strand. The act of trying to pull them up his legs and over his hips had been the final death blow to the panties, and the two sides completely came apart.
Joe looked pleadingly at Miss Christy, who simply smiled and strolled over serenely to the front door.
Joe tried to think clearly though the possibilities. Did he just drop the panties and go for it? Miss Christy have given them to him though, would she be angry if he didn’t wear them? To wear them though meant he had to hold on to both sides with both hands, otherwise the panties fell uselessly to the floor. He’d also caught sight of himself in a mirror that Miss Christy had “thoughtfully” arranged for him. The green lace was completely at odds with the rest of his masculine appearance. He’d been outside naked before, at least he knew he what that felt like, even if it had been very embarrassing. But to be made to wear women’s panties outside, that was a whole new scary experience waiting for him.
Miss Christy coughed loudly, and the expression on her face clearly indicated that she was in no mood for delays.
Joe grabbed both sides of the lacy, green feminine underwear, and dashed for the door, pausing only for a moment to allow Miss Christy to place an invite in his mouth.
The street outside was deserted, by some miracle. Joe raced across the street to the first house - number 37. As he kneeled down to place the invite in the letterbox - harder than it seems when desperately holding on to misbehaving underwear that might flutter away in the breeze if given half the chance - Joe heard the front door open.
Standing up suddenly, Joe found himself face to face with a slim, attractive 40-year-old blonde, who was dressed in a long, baggy t-shirt, and nothing much else. As Joe froze in embarrassment, the blonde woman smiled naughtily, and stepped aside slightly in her door way as if to indicate he should come in.
Joe gulped once again, and simply gave a weak, nervous smile in return, and then hot-footed it back to Miss Christy’s house without a word being exchanged.
Miss Christy was laughing as he returned, and he had no doubt that she’d witnessed the brief exchange.
“Hmm…” she said, “I think Miss Anderson took quite a fancy to those green, skimpy, lacy, feminine panties you’re modelling for us.” Miss Christy placed extra emphasis on every descriptive word she used for Joe’s current outfit, and his ears got redder and redder with each adjective.
Laughing again, she nonetheless gave him the next invite, and he sprinted off for number 45. This time, as he dashed down the street, holding his panties up to protect his manhood from prying eyes, a sound reached him that sent a shock through his system. A car had turned into the street!
The distance to number 45 was not great, but still it seemed to take him an eternity. He could hear the car approaching from behind, and now he also heard the honking of a horn signalling that he’d been sighted.
Desperately leaning down to the letterbox at number 47, he practically spat the invite into the letterbox, before turning around to make his retreat. As he did though, he realised he’d been cornered. The car that had been following him pulled up beside him, and the window rolled down. He closed his eyes for a moment, to avoid looking at the two attractive 20-something brunettes who were in the car.
Opening them again, he found he was being subjected to their gawking stares. In his addled state of mind, he momentarily forgot which direction he was supposed to run in, and simply stood there dumbly, holding on to green lacy panties, while two women pointed and laughed.
“Hey, I think I have a pair just like that!” one of the women said, mockingly, while another seemed to reach for something in her glove compartment.
“Hey, why are you holding on to them like that?!” the second woman asked. Before Joe could even consider answering though, she decided to try out a little experiment. She tossed something hard at Joe’s head, and instinctively he reached up with both hands to catch it.
The women were then suddenly rewarded with the liberated panties dropping unceremoniously to the ground, exposing his manhood. The women whooped in joy, and clapped Joe’s forced exhibitionism. To make matters worse, at that exact point the gentle breeze picked up slightly, and the panties were picked up by the wind and started to blow down the street back towards Miss Christy’s house.
Joe’s mind was utterly consumed by the humiliation of the moment, and his helplessness in front of these two women. He realised the object he’d be thrown had simply been a small packet of tissues - harmless enough had it hit him. Now though, the simple act of catching it had robbed him of something that Miss Christy had given him!
He staggered down the street, his face burning red as the women loudly objectified him, trying to catch the panties but always managing to fail. Bending over, his ass in the air, the women even asked if he’d like them to spank him! Apparently they'd be more than happy to indulge him if they did. He most certainly did not... or, did he? Joe's mind was a sea of confusion as he briefly imagined the blondes taking him over their knee and taking turns to spank his naked behind.
Finally though, shaking himself out of the daydream and giving up on the errant panties, he turned and ran for Miss Christy’s house. The women finally drove off as he made it up her path and arrived at her door. As he tried to catch his breath though, Miss Christy had only one thing to say.
“Joe. Where are the those panties I gave you? Now, you haven’t been a naughty man and lost them, have you?”
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