From Locker Room to Lingerie - Part 2

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Throughout dinner on Sunday night, Billy desperately tried to think of some way out of his predicament. He couldn't tell his mother about what had happened at school or his efforts to avoid prison; she'd turn him in herself! At supper, Billy merely toyed with his food, his appetite ruined.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he anticipated the inevitable task at hand. After what seemed like an eternity of internal struggle and seeing no way out, Billy nervously approached his mother after the dinner dishes were cleared away. His mother sat knitting, while Rachel did her homework nearby.

"Mom, can I talk to you?" Billy's mouth was so dry he could hardly get the words out. Beads of nervous sweat appeared on his brow.

Ms. Smith had warily observed her son's approach. Over the summer, his behavior had become even more intolerable than usual. His "success" on the football field had only fueled his arrogance.

Worse, his approaching puberty made her even more concerned that his current diminutive size would soon give way, and he would soon be physically larger than her and her daughter.

She shuddered involuntarily at the thought of a larger, more aggressive Billy.

She ruefully thought that he must want some money or to complain about some imagined slight from Rachel.

Nothing could have prepared her for the ensuing conversation.

"Yes, Billy. What's on your mind?" Ms. Smith sighed and continued with her knitting.

"It's something I need to talk to you about in private." Billy glanced in his sister's direction. "Oh, go ahead. Rachel's busy with her homework. She can't hear us anyway. What is this about?" Ms. Smith asked impatiently.

"Uhm, I need to ask a favor."

Billy's tongue grew thick, and his heart pounded as the moment of truth arrived. "I'd like to borrow a pair of your... (cough) panties."

Billy leaned in close, whispering the hated word. Ms. Smith dropped her knitting, staring at her son in disbelief.

"You want to borrow a pair of my panties!" Billy cringed at the volume at which she repeated his request. Sure enough, Rachel appeared in no time, sensing innately that something "good" was about to happen. Billy felt like crying as his mother started laughing.

"I'm sorry, Billy, I must have misunderstood you. I thought you asked to borrow a pair of my panties! Can you imagine? Now what is it you really wanted?"

Billy stood, head bowed, answering, "Y-you heard right, Mom." Rachel fell to the floor laughing, grabbing at her sides. "This is too good," she cried. Ms. Smith tried to stifle her laughter.

"Why on earth would a fifteen-year-old boy want to borrow his mother's panties? What are you planning to do with them?" she asked suspiciously.

Billy reddened even more as he answered, "I was going, you know, to wear them." Rachel's renewed laughter caused him to cringe visibly. "What a pansy! I knew all that macho stuff was an act.

You're just a little girly boy who wants to wear his mommy's panties! This is too perfect!"

Billy reddened and simply hung his head. Ms. Smith was mystified. Why did her jock son want to wear her panties? He was clearly upset about it. Although her first reaction was a resounding "no," she was more than a little curious.

Besides, it was the first time in months she had the upper hand with her son. She decided it was payback time.

"Well, dearie, this is certainly a change. Rachel, it seems our star quarterback is really a cheerleader at heart. Imagine!

Billy is a prissy little pantywaist. Let's see what we can find for the new girl in the family." Ms. Smith roughly led her sniffling son to her well-appointed bedroom. Rachel gaily skipped behind. "Can I help, Mother?"

"Of course, dear. You can give me your advice. I never selected panties for a sissy before," she giggled derisively.

Rachel clapped her hands with glee.

"Now Billy, you sit on the bed while Rachel and I find something...appropriate for you. After all, a boy's first panties should be special, don't you agree?"

The two females conspiratorially giggled as they bent over Ms. Smith's rather large panty drawer. As he dried his tears, Billy could see them holding up various colored panties, whispering and giggling all the while. Finally, the two turned toward Billy, their eyes gleaming.

"Okay, Billy. Let's see how these look on you."

"What do you mean, Mom?" "Well, we have to see them on you, silly! Lucky for you, we're almost the same size. Go into the bathroom and put these on. Take everything else off so we can get the full effect." She quickly herded the hapless boy into her bathroom and shut the door.

Turning to her daughter, Ms. Smith shrugged and burst out laughing. "Come out right now, Billy, you've been in there long enough." Billy stared in horror at the full-length mirror and winced. He looked and felt ridiculous.

It was like a horrible nightmare. He couldn't count the number of times he had teased his sister about her girly things. He had sneered in disgust while his mother and sister prattled on about some "cute" this or some "adorable" that. Now, he was the one wearing the feminine fluff. Slowly, he turned the doorknob and entered the bedroom, eyes downcast.

"Oh Mom! Doesn't Billy look adorable in his panties!" "He does look sweet, doesn't he? Wearing those panties always made me feel so feminine.

I bet you feel the same way, don't you, darling?" Billy remained silent as his sister and mother snickered.

"Mom, I can't get the full effect with Billy slouched over like that. Billy, put your right hand on your thigh, and hold your other hand like this." Rachel adopted an exaggeratedly feminine pose. When Billy merely snarled at her, his mother intervened angrily.

"If you want to borrow my things, you do what your sister says now!"

Billy groaned as he imitated his sister's pose. FLASH! Billy blinked in horror. His sister had a camera!

"Smile pretty, dearie!" Billy's mother laughed. We all know how much you like taking pictures. Now it's your turn to be the model! Billy was forced to pose like a lingerie ad model as his sister snapped photo after photo of Billy in panties.

Worse, Ms. Smith insisted that he wear a big smile. "After all, this was all your idea!" she warned. When Billy had thought he could endure no more, Rachel approached him with her hands behind her back.

With a flourish, she produced a full, bloomer-style panty covered with rows of lace. At the waistband was a large satin bow, in pink like the rest of the garment.

"Mom got these for a costume party, but we both thought you'd love them." "That's right. Just perfect for your first pair of panties! Enjoy!"

"But Mom!" Billy whined. "But Mom, nothing!

You asked to borrow my panties, and these are the ones I'm lending you. Stop complaining!"

Billy slumped in defeat as his mother continued, "Now, do you want to borrow a pretty bra, too?" Billy fled the room with the hated panties in his hand, his mother's and sister's mocking laughter ringing in his ears. Billy knew his relationship with the two would never be the same. As she drifted off to sleep, Ms. Smith smiled as she recalled the evening's surprising turn of events. The sight of her boisterous, formerly "Mr. Macho" son, posing like a pinup in her undies, was priceless.

Ms. Smith figured it must be some type of prank or something. Billy and his friends were always making childish bets; she must have lost the latest one. Nonetheless, Ms. Smith couldn't help but think how much fun she and Rachel had had. It certainly was nice to have Billy under their thumbs for a change.

Meanwhile, in the next bedroom, Rachel couldn't sleep. She was too excited by the sense of power she felt as her older brother minced around in lacy underthings under her command and that of her mother. She couldn't wait to see the pictures she took! Her asshole brother wasn't so tough tonight.

She fell asleep imagining forcing Billy to model his mother's dresses. The occupant in the next bedroom also couldn't sleep, although for a much different reason. Billy was seething. The events at school were bad enough, but he hadn't anticipated the "fun" his mother and sister would have with him.

He had never been so humiliated in his life. Worse, he was sure that Ms. Walker had plenty more "sissy therapy" to go.

Billy was worried sick by the thought.

What would his teammates say if they knew their quarterback was prancing around in panties, his mother's at that! And Rachel and her camera!

He'd get even with her, he thought bitterly.

The following day, Billy slowly walked toward Ms. Walker's office, imagining every eye was on him. Although his mother's panties couldn't be seen, the rows of ruffles made the seat of his pants stick out.

At breakfast, his mother and sister had insisted on checking to see that he was, in fact, wearing "his" panties, and now Ms. Walker was about to do the same thing. Billy entered Ms. Walker's office and dropped into a nervous curtsey, as Ms. Walker had instructed the Friday before.

"How's our sissy today?" She asked, amused by the show of compelled submission.

"Did we do our assignment?" As Billy expected, she insisted that he drop his pants. "Why, Billy, darling, they're simply precious! The bow is just you!" she teased.

"I must admit, I'm surprised. I thought you'd pick a pair that were a little less...girly." After fluffing up the ruffles and straightening the bow on the waistband, Ms. Walker allowed Billy to pull up his pants. Billy did so quickly, mortified that someone would walk in.

As she reclined in her office chair, Ms. Walker had Billy describe the activities of the prior evening.

As she laughingly asked Billy questions about the experience, Billy tearfully recounted the evening's events. After receiving a warning that he should continue to wear the panties the rest of the week "or else," he was allowed to curtsey and leave.

As Billy made his way out the office door, he met Cindy, who was apparently coming for an appointment with Ms. Walker.

"Well, if it isn't loverboy.

I understand you're undergoing a little 'therapy,' eh, Billy? You know, it must be working.

You look different already ... like you've got a pretty little secret!" She knew! Ms. Walker must have told her.

"Great!" Billy thought, "It'll be all over school in no time!"

The rest of the day was a disaster. Try as he might, Billy couldn't concentrate on his work. The ruffled panties tickled him and served as a constant reminder of his predicament. Worse, Billy saw Cindy with her pack of friends during lunch.

As Cindy pointed at him, the girls looked at Billy and broke out laughing.

"Great," thought Billy.

"Just great." At home, things didn't improve much. Billy rushed to his room and put on his own underwear. What a relief! Even though he was out of the hateful panties, the teasing continued. His bratty sister kept calling him "pantywaist." When he yelled at her to shut up in his usual fashion, Billy's mother had snidely replied that since it was true, he had to learn to live with the name.

At dinner, Ms. Smith and Rachel wanted to hear all about his day in panties... "Did they make you feel pretty?"

"Did you wish you had a matching bra?" "Did you play with the ruffles and bow in class?" "Did you let any boys see them?" Billy's mother produced the pictures of Billy's "fashion show" that she had developed.

Rachel and Ms. Smith argued over which was the most adorable until Billy grabbed one of the pictures and tore it up in frustration.

His mother simply grinned and said, "Don't worry, panty-boy. I've got lots more copies stashed away!

Maybe we'll distribute copies at the next football practice." Rachel and Ms. Smith guffawed as Billy pleaded with them not to show the pictures to anyone.

Finally, supper was over, and Billy's mother decided that she and Rachel extracted as much amusement from the situation as possible. "Well, Billy, you've had your gay little escapade.

No, if you'll kindly return my undies, we can get back to normal around here." Billy wanted nothing more than to comply with his mother's request.

He was sick and tired of the teasing he was getting from his sister, and his mother resolved to make them pay.

Instead, with his sister looking on in obvious amusement, Billy heard himself ask if he could borrow the panties for the rest of the week.

Billy's mother looked at him with a sneer. She thought that after what they had put Billy through, no red-blooded boy would ever want to see another pair of panties, much less wear them. "That must have been one hell of a bet," she mused. No matter. She and Rachel would just continue their fun.

"Oh dear, I was afraid that once you wore panties, you'd never go back! Of course, you can borrow them. I wouldn't dream of depriving my little girl," she mocked, as Rachel giggled.

"Of course, every girl must learn how to rinse out her pretties so they'll be nice and fresh!"

With that, she grabbed Billy and led him to his bathroom, where she instructed him in the fine art of hand-washing lingerie. Chuckling at the look of disgust on her son's face as he had to handle the hated garment, she thought wistfully that it would be nice if she could always control him this easily. "There!" she exclaimed happily as he finished.

The next day, Billy was sitting in an empty classroom between classes, lost in thought over his current predicament. Preoccupied with the sudden turn his life had taken, Billy didn't see Cindy and her pack of friends approaching. "Well, if it isn't our little therapy patient. I must say, Billy, it must be working. Your attitude seems ever so much better."

Cindy's friends giggled at her joke and gathered around to watch the fun. Billy reddened at the mention of his therapy.

"You set me up, you bitch! I didn't assault you, and you know it!" Billy spat.

"Oh, I know, oh, that Billy," Cindy said sweetly. "But do you think the police will take your word over the word of all these eyewitnesses?" The girls broke into gales of laughter.

"But why?" Billy pleaded sorrowfully, knowing that she was right.

"Why me?" "Billy, darling... did you think you could talk about me behind my back and get away with it?

You pig! I guess we'll see who's a 'Miss Priss' now, won't we? Now,"

Cindy said brightly, "Since it's just us girls here, let's have a little fashion show. Let's see what the school's starting quarterback wears under his jeans..."

"Cindy, no!" "Now, Billy, you don't want me to have a chat with Ms. Walker, do you? Now do it!" Cindy barked.

Billy grimaced in frustration at his predicament. He dared not antagonize Cindy since she and Ms. Walker held his future in their hands. Billy simply stared at the tops of his shoes.

Grinning in triumph, Cindy undid Billy's pants and roughly pulled them down, exposing the hated panties. "Oh my!" Cindy exclaimed in mock amazement. "It looks like our star athlete is a little girl at heart!"

As her friends dissolved in laughter at the formerly macho boy in frilly pink panties, Cindy continued, "What darling panties. Wherever did you get them?" she asked sweetly.

"What's that? I couldn't hear you.

They're your mother's! What a lucky boy you are to have a mother willing to lend you such pretty things," she mocked.

"I think most mothers would be shocked if their sons asked to borrow their daintiest undies.

Your mother must realize that you're really more girl than boy!" The teasing continued until the bell rang.

Almost in tears, Billy yanked up his jeans and ran to his next class as fast as he could. The rest of the week didn't go much better for Billy.

Billy had started changing into his football uniform in a stall in the boy's restroom to avoid the discovery of his secret. He prayed that Cindy and her friends would keep quiet.

Some of the guys teased him about not dressing in the locker room, but Billy nervously tried to play it down. At home, his mother and sister continued to press their newfound advantage.

One night, his mother demanded that he wash the dishes, a job previously done only by the women in the house.

His mother had teased, "I know you've always considered dishwashing women's work, but considering your new taste in undies, I think the job's perfect for you, don't you?

Now get to it!" Then Rachel had offered him a gaily wrapped package.

"Go on, open it!" she insisted. Initially excited at receiving a present, Billy tore open the package and extracted a sheer, heavily ruffled, pink bib apron.

His shoulders slumped in defeat as he held it up.

As Ms. Smith quickly placed it over the head of the stunned youth and tied the sash roughly behind him in a large bow, she explained, "Rachel and I saw this apron, and we both thought of you. Isn't that funny?

There! Sissy boy is all set. Sissies just love to help in the kitchen, don't they, dearie?" Seeing that his mother expected an answer, Billy groaned meekly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Now don't be a grump. And remember to use rubber gloves!

We must protect our dainty hands!"

After the females stopped laughing at their own joke, the two kept up a running commentary about Billy. "Doesn't Billy look darling in his new apron? I knew he'd love it. Judging from his choice in panties, he'd like anything with ribbons and bows."

"He does have extremely feminine tastes, doesn't he?"

"I always knew he was a big sissy."

"Yes, it's so nice that he's finally 'out.'" At first, Billy tried to ignore his tormentors, knowing that they were deliberately trying to embarrass him. In no time, however, their barbs had found their mark. When Billy could stand the torment no more, he exclaimed, "Shut up! I'm not a stupid sissy. I'm not, and you know it!" "Whatever you say, Billy.

By the way, I think your panties are dry," his mother smirked. Billy knew it was a losing cause.

As long as Ms. Walker made him wear those damn panties, there was no way he could get his mother and sister off this "sissy" kick.

The following night, Billy's mother and sister approached him after he finished the dishes; the job was apparently his now, and he was hanging his mother's panties to dry after washing them.

When he saw them, Billy backed away in fear, knowing that the two were up to no good. "Brother dear, we know what a tiring week it's been, admitting the truth about yourself and expressing it in your most intimate garments."

Billy heard his little sister snicker.

"Well anyway, Mom and I both thought you'd have sweet dreams in this!" Billy recoiled in horror. I

It was a floor-length pink peignoir set with billowy sleeves and bows everywhere. "What do you think?"

"I think you're both crazy! There's no way I'm wearing that get-up! It's disgusting. Get it away from me, you twit." Ms. Smith looked at her daughter in mock amazement. "Oh dear! I'm afraid we've made a huge mistake.

How could we have been so wrong? We're so sorry, Billy." Billy's mother quickly snatched the wet panties from the shower rod and headed to her room.

Not expecting his mother's actions, Billy began to panic. He had to get those panties back. As he ran after her, he yelled, "Uh, wait a minute, Mom! I didn't mean to get upset. It's just... that…"

"What?" she demanded testily, wheeling around to face her son, her hands on her hips. "Well, it's just that I'm not a sissy like you and Rachel keep saying. I just wanted to try wearing panties for a couple of days, you know..."

"Frankly, I don't know Billy. I think it's time to bring your little cross-dressing experiment to a close." She wheeled around as she continued to her room. "Mom, no! I mean, I'll wear the nightgown!"

"Absolutely not! You had your chance! Now leave us alone."

"Billy's mind was reeling. If he showed up tomorrow without the panties, he'd be toast! "Mom, please! I'm really sorry. Please let me wear your nightgown. It's really...pretty!"

"I don't know..." Ms. Smith bit her fingernail and appeared pensive.

"This set is so frilly and feminine; no real boy would ever wear such a sissy thing. Anyone who would wear this must be a real girl at heart!"

"N-No, Mom! It's perfect! Really! I can't wait to put it on," Billy pleaded as if his life depended on it.

Ms. Smith smiled victoriously.

Rachel had guessed right. For whatever reason, her son was desperate about wearing her panties to school. He was already doing the dishes in a prissy apron.

Now he was going to wear the most feminine garment in her closet. She didn't know how far she could push Billy, but she was certainly going to find out!

She and Rachel were enjoying themselves way too much to let an opportunity like this go by, particularly after what Billy had put them through. Rachel decided to join in the fun.

"Then say it, panty-boy. Tell us what a sissy you are!" Rachel and her mother looked at Billy expectantly.

"Okay! Okay!

I'm a sissy," Billy announced in a sing-song voice.

"Satisfied?!" Billy knew immediately that they weren't as they began to walk away. "Wait," he shouted desperately. "I'm a big sissy! I love to wear frilly panties and things. I've always wanted to wear a pretty nightie to bed!"

"Well, if you insist! Rachel, why don't you help your brother into his new nightie and meet me in my bedroom?"

As Ms. Smith left, Rachel advanced on her brother like a predator approaching wounded prey. "Come on, Sissy dear. Let's make you all pretty."

"Oh shut up, Rachel! Just give me the stupid thing and get out of here!" "Tut! Tut! Brother dear.

Better watch your mouth before I call Mom back." Billy knew that she had a point and held his tongue.

"That's better, Sissy. I can't wait to see you in this." As Rachel helped him into the peignoir and matching panties, she continued the assault on his fragile ego: "Well, Mr. Bigshot, don't you look just precious. Look at you! You're just a big soft girl!

I can't wait to tell my friends.

They won't believe me...especially Jane. She used to think you were cute. Wait until she finds out that you wear nightgowns prettier than hers!" Rachel dissolved in laughter.

As Rachel led her sissified brother downstairs, he pleaded with her not to tell anyone. In no time, Billy found himself in his mother's bedroom.

"Oh, how sweet!" Ms. Smith exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. "Your father bought me that as an anniversary present one year.

I can't imagine what he was thinking; it's ridiculously prissy.

But it looks great on you, Billy!" she laughed.

"See for yourself." Billy glumly looked in his mother's full-length mirror and cringed. He looked like some kind of fag, he thought ruefully. The nightgown was even worse than those awful panties of his mother's.

It was floor-length, and both the gown and peignoir consisted of layers and layers of sheer material held together by satin bows.

Billy had never seen his mother wear it or anything like it!

Noting her son's sour look, Ms. Smith warned her son to smile pretty... or else.

As Billy planted a fake smile on his face, his sister started with the camera again. More pictures!

As Rachel forced her brother into one feminine pose after another, Ms. Smith appeared with a pair of pink slippers with a slight heel and a large bow on the front.

"Here, Billy. These go with the set!" Reluctantly, Billy slid his feet into the slippers. Even though the heels were only about an inch high, he had difficulty walking.

"Just think! Your first nightgown and your first heels, all in one night," Billy's mother enthused. "Now let's get a pretty snapshot to send to Bill Sr. I'm sure that he'll be excited to see that someone's enjoying his gift, even if it's his sissy son!"

The two women laughed as Billy begged them not to send the pictures to his father. "Well, let's just see how cooperative you are during the school year," his mother threatened.