[FICTION] Little Kinky Fantasies of Guy in Panties

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New Story, Enjoy.
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Every day, I work on my little fantasy stories, and post them to GetDare. Excellent bits of crap, they are. Complete porn. I swear I've jacked off half a dozen times reading them. Sometimes, they made sense, with a tragic accident, and causing me to lose everything. Sometimes they didn't make sense, and were completely magic, but with the help of my single older sister, whom I lived with (my mother passed away giving birth to me, and my father died in battle when my sister was 22. Now I am 13, and my sister is 23), and a few lottery tickets, nearly all of them came true, or at least until a routine kicked in, and in the end, I was a permanent girl, at a new school, and I had everything I ever wanted. But the hardest decision, was deciding to do it. So this is the story of how I wrote stories, fantasies, of my male kinkiness in panties, got caught in the act, and how it was NOT the end of the world for me. I am male, and 13. Scrawny, young, and I don't know what religion I am. Technical, and always on MW3, Black Ops, Battlefield 3, and now my favorite: Skyrim. Yeah, I really don't want to get strong, because I want to one day end up as a submissive. But really, I could never do so much as put on a pair of panties, when I was writing.

Chapter 1: Writing Before School

Iwrite my last entry, of the day, before school, while my sister is at work. She is working as a manager and store owner of the local Victoria Secrets. My mom had owned it before she passed away, and my sister inherited it. But she was too young to take on the store, so she became a cashier at 16, and worked her way up to the manager at 21, when she became the owner of all profits. She starts early at 6, an hour before the store opens and leaves the store up to her co-managers, at 3. In case you are wondering, yes, her owning and working at a Victoria Secret did help me explore my fetish of writing about this topic.


I finish up today's entry, and prepare for the half mile journey to school. I close my laptop, closing the program, and turn off the computer. In case you are wondering, no, she does not know the password. I leave to school, simple and easy, my clarinet in one hand, my ipod in my pocket, and my lunch box in my other hand. I am wearing boxers, jeans, and my favorite t-shirt of my local high school (which I am going to next year). When I arrive at school, it is a normal school day. Nothing special happened at school. But the interesting thing that happened, had happened at home.

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I thought the posts would go up faster, so here you go.
This portion of the story will be in my sister's first person view.
When it gets to the internet company, I did not want to get sued, so I put an obviously fake company. Yes, the information supercenter is true.
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My name is Erika. I own and manage a large Victoria Secret. I have blond hair, which is not my natural color. I am a punctual person: straight to the point, and on time or early.

Chapter 2: Past, Present, and Future

I come home from an easy day of work today at 3:15. I got off at 3, but it took 15 minutes to get home, traffic. I know what you're thinking, yes, I do live 5-10 minutes from my work. I don't care though, less gas to pay. I see the mail, but I decide to do my favorite thing, I strip off my manager blouse and khakis. I like to work in my house in the underwear, I don't like to wear itchy clothes, but I don't want to show my neighbors everything. I am wearing a white push-up bra and a matching pair of panties. 35D. I throw them on the floor by my computer, and look at the mail, which was sitting on my computer desk. Brent (that's my younger brother) must have put the mail there earlier. I pick it up. Magazine, News, Bills, and, what's this?

I see an envelope from my internet service company, aside from my bill. I open the envelope, it reads,

Dear Costomer,

It has come to our attention that the United States is building a supercenter for personal information in Utah. Every site you go to, search you google, and blog you post to will be stored. We do not send this message normally, but a person using your internet a number of sites that are rated 18+, and the one site visited most was GetDare. They log in as pretty938210 with a password of prettyface. If you or another loved one is not pretty938210, we would suggest calling the police.

Thank you for your time,
Interneto Internet.

I am bewildered, and I go on the computer. I go to getDare.com and I type in the username and password and hit enter. The first thing that comes up is a story page. I am viewing a screen showing 7,8,9 stories. All by pretty038210. I read the titles. All of the titles have something to do with panties. Men in panties. Panties. What happens when you take a girl's panties. It's sad. I click to go to the control panel, and then I see it. The profile picture is a picture of Brent in my panties.

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Brent's perspective. First person
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I finish my walk home at 4:30 from school. It is beginning to storm, but luckily I make it inside just in time. I walk in, and say hello to my sister, who is in the computer room. I go up to my room and drop my stuff off, when I see a note. It reads.

Dear Sister,

I know you are on getdare. I know you entered yourself in as a female. I know your signature says you love being a girl. A submissive, sexy lady. I know your username is pretty938210. I know of each one of your stories, and I have read everyone, top to bottom. Good Job. I know your name is going to be Aubrey. I know you love Victoria Secret Pink, and you play tennis, your white miniskirt showing much ass. You will do dance, tennis, and swim. You will love my new form of punishments too. I've got to get back at you little sis, you shouldn't have kept a secret from me. Or at least, not one that big. So, come downstairs, if you have noticed, all of the male clothes in the house are gone. They are in the car for us to sell, along with your wii and PS3. You will need to sell them to buy new clothes. But your keeping the Xbox 360, but only the exercising games. So come on down. I am waiting. When you address me for the first time, say, "I'm ready for my change, fellow sister."


I am astonished. What do I do? I curl up on my bed, which have the covers torn off, and think. Agony. Pain. Regret.

[wme]

Don't take the metaphor of Audrey in a Jungle so Literally
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Chapter 3: A New Life

I walk down from my room. Questionable, what my future holds. I say to my sister, tears running down my face, "I am ready for my change, fellow sister." And she gets out of the chair she was sitting in, hugs me so tightly that I feel so warm, brushes a tear from my face, delicate as a flower, and says, "Audrey, don't be sad, you will love being a girl. You aren't changing. You've always been this way. I am not mad about this. I'm very happy. Almost happy enough to forgive you for not telling me how you were lying to the internet about your gender for 3 years. But that's not important. What's important, is that I've found my sister after 3 years, destroyed from being in the wild. The only clothes you could find were male. And you've grown hair everywhere, but that can all change. Welcome back to civilization. I love you." She stroked one hair from my face, and pulled it across the back of my head.

I smiled. I felt so relieved for some reason. She was right. I was lost, a person in another form, but, I had found myself on the internet. Audrey.

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Chapter 4: I am your Master

"Now you must understand," Erika said softly, "That until I think you are the girl that you should be, I am your master. Don't make me feel sad, because you brought this down on yourself. This will be part of your punishment for keeping such a big secret. Now, go upstairs, strip, and get in the bathtub."

I nodded my head yes in utter disappointment. What will she do to me? I mean, I don't even know if I want to be a girl. I mean, in all of my stories, Audrey was the weak feminine, yet athletic type. And she was in all of them. Maybe that is part of my life. I don't know. My thoughts are clouded when I realize how I am stripped sitting in the bathtub, and Erika has just walked in the room.

"Alright. I am going to give you a full body wax. We have all the materials we need in here. It will be painful, but you need it." Erika said. Seconds turned to hours turned to days turned to months turned to years in that bathroom. I will not describe what happened in there. You won't make me, and my sister is ok with me leaving that part out.

As the final shred of body deports from my body, Erika runs the shower on cold for seconds to rinse me off. She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the bathtub. I have such an erotic feeling right now. I feel unprotected. Tender. Weak. Vulnerable. A terrible feeling. It really is.

"Now that we are done with that, we need to pick out your outfit. You are going to have to wear my old clothes though. Then we can get you your new clothes and whatnot afterwards. Come with me to the basement, and we will pick an outfit out for you."

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"Alright, now," Erika said, "First, I will give you a choice. Do you want to wear jeans, a skirt, or a dress? Choose carefully." I picked the obvious choice for me. "I will wear jeans." I said.

"Alright," Erika began. "Since you are wearing jeans, I can't give you panties, otherwise the lines will show, so I need to get you a thong. I have this cute pink one that will look perfect on you." She handed me the thong which I put on my smooth legs, and got a boner quickly to the sense of it. "We need to hide that, I will give you some meds for that later. Now, these skinny jeans should fit you perfectly. Try not to squabble in them." She helped my get into the jeans, and pulled them up my legs, giving me a tight feeling. After they were secured, she pulled my thong up my back. "Don't be frightened, it's part of the punishment. I forgot to mention about your breast forms. You really will need them, so before you came home, I ordered a pair of size D overnight. We won't be able to try on your bras, shirts, or dresses, because they all have to do with breast size. For today, you'll just be wearing my DD padded bra and a t-shirt." She put them on me. Now my dick felt like an elephant tusk. Erika grabbed a headband, and pulled my long hair back. "You know, I always thought you'd make a pretty girl. Even if you didn't wear makeup. You have long hair, soft tender cheeks (front and back), and most of all, you have a girls face. Mom must have given you a lot. Yes, she sure did. I don't think you'll need makeup for this shopping trip. No. You are good to go." Come on now, lets get in the car."

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So, that is the completely finished story of how I learned to love being female. In a few days, I became a female, for life. I now am 3 months older. I go to a new school, and Johnny is still my boyfriend. It turns out, he knew I had a dick, but still found it sexy. It's our little secret. Every day after school, we make out. Erika is my favorite sister, and we have a better relationship than ever.
Where do I go from here, the rest is what only time can reveal, but my future's bright, so long as my large breast implants, which I got at age 15, don't get in the way.


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