Chapter #4A Pair Of Lacy Panties by: Rita   "Panties?" Pete gave his mother a weird look.
"Yes, panties," Jane stretched the pair between her fingers, "I was at an office party a couple days ago and things got pretty wild. I decided I should head home before I did anything I'd regret. When I got home, this little thing somehow found it's way into my purse."
"You found a thong in your'e in purse?" Pete was more than suspicious, "What kind of people do you work with, mom?"
"Wild people, Peter," Jane sighed, "This kind of stuff happens more than I'd like to admit, actually. I'm not even completely convinced this was by accident. This could be one of their weird pranks they like to play on me."
"You're throwing me a lot of curve balls today, mom," Peter wasn’t sure if anything his mother had said in the last fifteen minutes was true, "So why did you hang onto them? Why didn't you give it back to whoever gave them to you?"
"That's not important," Jane responded sheepishly, embarrassed to reveal as much as she had, "The important thing is that they aren't mine, so it won't be weird for you to put them on."
"Pardon?"
"Pete, weren't you listening to me?" Jane tossed the panties at her son, which he clumsily caught off guard, "I said that the jewelry gave me the power to enchant clothing. Clothing that could transform you. I'm pretty sure what I just did was enchant that underwear, but we are not going to know for sure until you try it on."
"Mom, are you being serious?" Pete looked down at the bunched up panties in his hands, "You really want me to wear this?"
"Peter, didn't you say you would do this for me?'
"I mean..." Pete mumbled, cursing his past self for being so considerate of his mother's feelings, "I did say I would, I just didn't think it would lead to you making me wear women's underwear."
"Enchanted women's underwear," Jane corrected her son, "Look Peter, I know this is still a little hard for you to believe, I might even have trouble believing it if our roles were reversed, but I swear this is the real deal. Look, how about we make a deal? If you do this one thing for me, I'll get you one those new Xbox things you keep asking me about. Sound fair?"
"Hm," Pete mentally weighed his options. An Xbox One would be nice. I really was looking forward to playing Fallout 4 and now is my opportunity to be able to. Pete rubbed the soft material of the panties between his fingers, All I have to do is put on some panties. Sure it might be a weird, but it's not like anyone will ever know about it. Plus, I did agree to do this.
"Fine, I'll do it," Pete resigned, much to his his mother's delight, "But you better not be joking about the Xbox one."
"Of course not, Peter. It will be yours," Jane smiled, proud of her son's commitment, "So, in order for the transformation to work, you have to be wearing the panties alone. So, get to it."
"What, like right here?"
"Well I don't mind," Jane shrugged, "Besides, it might look strange to your sister or grandmother if a stranger in their underwear came out of your room,"
"Well, guess so," Pete couldn't argue with that logic, "But could you at least turn around? That way I can at least pretend I have some privacy," Although Jane didn't see much of a point to this, she turned around for her son's comfort. Pete put the panties on his mother's bed and began to undress. He pulled his T shirt over his head and took off his jeans. Looking up to make sure his mother's head was still turned, Pete then took off his boxers and kicked off his socks. Now fully exposed, Pete picked up the panties again. Pete thought they looked pretty small and wondered if he could even manage to put it on in the first place. Won't know until I try, Pete thought as put brought the panties towards his feet. He clumsily put his feet through and pulled them up. He had to stretch out the waist to get past his man business, but after that they were on.
Before Pete could even mention how uncomfortably snug the lacy piece was around his his lcock and balls, an overwhelming feeling spread over him. It was subtle at first, but grew larger immediately. Pete couldn't find the words to describe it, it being like something he had never experienced before. He felt pressure over every inch in his body, like he was being compressed into a diamond, but he also felt like he was lighter, like he had lost 60 pounds within 20 seconds. Whatever air that was left in Pete's lungs, were forced out during this process. Suffocating, Pete looked desperately towards his mother for help. But she was still turned around, completely oblivious of her son's turmoil behind her. Pete frantically searched for anything nearby that might save him, but there was nothing, "I'm doomed Pete's thought grew cloudy as started to pass out from air loss, Oh my god, I'm going to die in a thong.
"Ahhh!" Pete choked, as air returned to his lungs. Pete, although still disorientated from the ordeal, couldn't be more happy to be alive. "Mom, you are not gonna believe what...." Pete stopped mid sentence and reached a hand to his throat. Whose voice was that?
"Holy crap Peter!" Jane yelled in excitement, "It worked!"
Pete looked down, only to confirm what his mother said. His own male teenage body had somehow become that off a woman's. Still mostly nude, Pete's could see he now had a slim figure, long legs, and perky breasts on his chest. Pete tentatively brought a hand towards one of his new breasts in a last ditch effort to prove that none of this was real. He poked his new nipple, only to find it to be ten times more sensitive than his old one. Now certain that this was all actually happening, Pete looked up to his mother, "Mom, What are we going to do? I'm really a woman!"
"Well Peter," Jane scratched her head, not exactly thinking this far ahead, "I guess we should...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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