PANTYMAN!

Chapter One: Aunt Frank

I was executor of my Aunt's estate when he died. He was the black sheep of the family, as far as everyone one else was concerned. My Aunt had actually been my dad's brother. When he was close to 50 years old, he had suddenly started dressing up like a woman. Everyone in the family was scandalized, except me. I was 30, and I saw how much happier he was as a woman. I figured if it made him happy, more power to him! I had told him that I still thought he was the greatest, a year after he decided to be a woman. He broke down and cried. He was so happy to have a supporter. He seemed even happier after that. He was a little odd at times. I would be over visiting, and he would suddenly disappear for the rest of the evening. I could never find him when he did that, and he would never tell me where he went, or what he did. It happened about 20 percent of the time I was there. I didn't care, just accepted it as another of his little oddities.

We had gotten quite close before he died. I asked him why he didn't get the surgery that so many men get who want to become women. He said that I would understand someday. He had the best of both worlds, he said, and he wasn't going to change a thing.

The cause of death was a mystery. The coroner could find no reason. My aunt was only 50, so we were at somewhat of a loss about the whole thing.

My aunt had been quite wealthy. At the reading of the will, he was quite generous with the other members of my family, saying that my friendship had meant more to him than anyone would ever know. Even though the rest of my family had rejected him, he said that I came from good stock, and THAT was the reason they were included in the estate.

I almost fell over when I discovered that my share of his fortune was 10 million dollars. It was half his estate. The other half was divided among my family and some charities. I had always thought he was solvent, maybe 10 or 20 grand stashed somewhere, but I had no idea!

There were a set of instructions for me included in his will, as well as a sealed envelope. My dad laughed and laughed when he heard Aunt Frank's condition for me to inherit his millions. I had to wear women's undergarments only for the next month. No men's undergarment of any kind was allowed. My outer clothing was my own choice. Specifically, I had to wear panties, hose, a bra and a full slip under my normal day clothes, and panties with a nightie at night. No male T-shirts, underpants, socks, or any other male undergarment was allowed. "You're the only one he really liked, Mike, he wants you to follow in his footsteps!", said my dad, laughing.

"Are you going to do it?" asked my sister breathlessly. She had the oddest little smile on her face - like she knew something I didn't!

"You bet your ass! For 10 million bucks? It's the least I can do!" I replied, coloring. To dad I said "He only liked me better because I was the only one who accepted his little eccentricities"

"ECCENTRICITIES!? Oh that's rich Mike! He was a faggot weirdo who wanted to be a woman! Everybody hated him!"

"Dad, he was your own brother. He was NOT gay, by the way! He didn't want to BE a woman, either, he just enjoyed wearing their clothes! He was always kind and gentle, before AND after he started crossdressing! There were a lot of people who liked him in the community, too. They just knew better than to bring it up around you."

"What a crock!" he said, laughing

"Dad, Mike's right! I used to visit him secretly about once a month. There are a lot of people who thought he was odd, but liked him just the same! When I'd ask them about his crossdressing, they'd say 'well, it's mighty strange, but that's just Frank!'".

I looked incredulously at my sister. I knew about her "secret" visits, but I was quite impressed that she admitted it to dad. She had spoken the truth to my dad softly and with her usual attitude of respect. It had the desired effect. Dad cooled off and even teared up a little. He matched her tone "Well, I don't know about that, but I WILL miss him, the big sissy! I'm sorry I never stopped being angry at him long enough to talk to him about it. I always thought men who dressed up like women were fa. . . uh, gay."

"No dad, many male crossdressers are straight and married." my sister said shyly. I was surprised that she knew this.

"Hmmph! Well, I can see that at least you and Mike had the guts to talk to him about it. What do you mean by 'male crossdressers'?"

"Men who dress in women's clothes, as opposed to a 'female crossdresser'. That would be a woman who dresses in men's clothes. Of course, that's quite common, 99% of the female population does that", explained my sister.

"WHAT? Young lady I'll have you know your mother is NOT a pervert!"

"That's right Dad, she's NOT a pervert. But I know she wears your T-shirts to bed sometimes. Two of the shirts she routinely wears are men's shirts."

"But . . . . Well, she DOES wear my T-shirts. You say she wears men's shirts?"

"Yeah, you know that nice blue button down shirt of hers - Next time you see her in it, look and see which side the buttons are on. Men's shirts have buttons on the right, women's have them on the left. There's a double standard!"

"OK, I guess you're right. Double Standard?"

"Sure dad, if you wore mom's pink nightie to bed, you'd be laughed at. If you wore a blouse instead of a shirt, you'd be ridiculed. Women are allowed to cross dress, men aren't. Quite simple really!"

"You're a smart cookie, darlin'. I guess I never thought of it that way." Dad had relaxed and was laughing at himself now. "I'd do it too, for 10 million bucks, son!"

Continued in Chapter 2