Someone once said when it comes to feminization, panties are a gateway drug. In other words, if you wanted to feminize a guy, get him to agree to wear panties first. After that, it's only a matter of time before you'd a have him sitting in front of a mirror, cold cream on his face an hair in curlers fretting over which bra to wear with his pink satin undies (mmmmm... I'm dealing with such a mental image right now)

The issue for me was how to get my cutie in panties. I mean, I could turn on my patented "Jewish Princess Pout". Tommy can't say no to anything when I use it, but that would be too easy. So I got sneaky. We share chores around the house, but for my plan to work, I took over laundry duty. I kept Tommy in clean jeans, socks, and shirts, but I purposely withheld Tommy's boxers and tidy whitie from the washer. By the end of the week, poor Tommy was out of undies. "Ohhh.... sorry honey." I said as I twirled my hair around my finger "I must have forgotten". When Sunday morning came and we rousted from bed, I told Tommy that I wanted to go out for breakfast. He grumbled about going, but finally agreed after I turned on 'the Pout'. (Hey, it's my super power). I got dressed quicky so I could watch the festivities I giggled to myself as Tommy looked all over for clean boxers. But with none to be found. "Um... Angel." I love it when he calls me 'Angel'. "I'm havin' an issue here." ' "Here sweetie..." I smiled. "Just wear these."

I told him as I held up a pair of white satin panties. Before he was about to say no, I assured him it was just a pair of underwear and that no one would ever know. After applying a tiny dose of 'the pout', Tommy acquiesed and slipped my satiny undies on. God, I wish I had a camera. It was such a delight watching him slide those panties up his legs. I smiled as he slipped them over his sexy buns. I practically drooled when he tucked his package down into my Vassarettes. (wow.... did it just get hot in here??).

He was clearly distracted with the fit of my undies, but before he could chage his mind, we were out the door. I practically dragged him to the car. I had to laugh as he sat down on the cold car seat and shiver. " Yeah," I told him. "You kinda get used to that after awhile". At the Waffle House, he couldn't seem to sit still. He kept fidgeting as we ate. With breakfast over and after a few cups of coffee, I announced that I need to go to the local mall for 'a few things'. I almost changed my mind when I saw the look on his face, but damn it, I was having fun. So after a tiny application of the Princess pout, we were off to the mall.

END OF PART 1 (want to see more? sorry.... you'll hav to wait until next week)