A week ago i got caught out at work wearing a bra. Anne, our office manager has suspected for some time and has kept "accidently on purpose" brushing my back to see if she can feel the straps. When i started dressing again i got a bit carried away and wore a heavier bra than normal, one with an embroidered pattern which she saw through my shirt. She smiled at me, said she hoped this wouldn't stop me wearing pretty undies and that she wouldnt tell anyone.

i wore a plain bra in on Tuesday. Anne and i both get in early, and she came into the kitchen while i was making coffee and felt my back. She asked me to raise my shirt so she could see my bra and was disappointed it waas so plain, said i should wear a prettier one. She askedShe said she should bring me some nice things in.

On Friday she asked me to go to one of the meeting rooms in the basement of our buiding first thing. She asked if i was dressed  properly. i said i was - it was a pale pink lacy bra and matching panties and white stockings. She told me to show her. My hands shook so bad as i undid my shirt and revealed my smooth chest fframed by such a pretty bra. She told me to show her  my knickers. I hesitated but she said i had gone so far now i might as well. So i undid my trousers and let them fall to my feet, stepping out of them and letting her see me,panties, bra and stockinged, my toenails painted a pretty pink, my body hairless, there in my place of work. It was so humiliating as she giggled at me, saying i should come to work in a skirt, i could work as one of her general office girls or on reception. 

She gave me a Marks and Spencer bag.Inside was a dreamy apricot coloured bra and pantie set that she said i should wear in next week.