PANTYMAN!

Chapter Two - The Envelope

The envelope said to open only in his office. I had been left his house and all belongings too. It wasn't a mansion, but it was quite nice. Curious, I went into his office and sat at his chair. I opened the envelope. Inside was a sheet of paper with a set of instructions. I was to type my name on his computer, then a password of "Panties". The paper started to feel warm, then hot. I put it down and it went up in smoke. All that was left was ash.

I mused on the meaning of it. He had worn panties, I was sure, everything else he wore was feminine. I looked around his office until my eyes came to rest on his computer. It was quite a machine, with a 25 inch monitor, a 90 Mhz Pentium chip, 64 Meg of ram, 50 gig of hard disk, and a whole load of other stuff. I had an idea. He was always typing stuff into this computer - that's why he had such a big hard disk. I switched it on and waited for it to boot.

I typed "Mike". The computer asked for a password. I used "Panties" as the password. The screen cleared, then a text file displayed on the screen. It was a note from my Aunt. He said "I know you never cross dressed, but as my final wish, I wish you to try it once. In my vault (36 - 24 - 36) there is a pair of panties. I want you to wear these specific panties along with the rest of the required feminine undergarments under your normal clothes for one month. I promise that what happens will be beyond your wildest dreams!"

I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. I loved my aunt, but what would people say if they found out I was wearing women's panties? I guessed that no one would have opportunity to find out, but I was sure that I would feel like a pervert. Of course, my family knew the requirement of my inheritance, but I figured it wouldn't get around. As I considered it at length, I remembered something he had said to me once. "Most men are such wimps when it comes to clothing! Women wear whatever they want and figure screw anyone who doesn't like it. Women wear men's shirts, they even wear our boxer shorts! Men should feel free to slip on a pair of silky feminine panties if they want to! If they like a way a bra or slip, or a dress feels and looks, they should just do it, and say "screw it" like women do"

I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but his argument made sense. I didn't want him to think of me as a wimp, so I opened the vault and dialed the combination. Sure enough, inside were a pair of silky pink lacy nylon panties. They smelled nice, kinda feminine perfumey.

"I must be nuts!" I said to myself, but dropped my pants and took off my jockey shorts. I slipped one leg in the panties, then realized they were backwards. I tried again, and got it right this time. They sure felt strange as I slid them up my legs, snugly into place on my body.

Boy, they sure were soft! They actually felt pretty nice next to my skin. Then I was embarrassed, realizing I was standing there in a pair of women's panties, so I quickly put my jockey shorts & pants back on. Then I remembered the "no men's underwear" part of the requirement, so I took my pants off and removed the jockey shorts, then put my pants back on.

I closed the vault and sat down at the computer again. The text had disappeared from the screen, so I typed my name again. It asked for the password, and I typed "panties" again.

This time, the screen came up with a picture of me sitting at the computer. A question appeared at the bottom. "Are you wearing the panties?"

"Yes" I typed, feeling like I was trapped in some weird movie. The picture changed a little. There was a flash as a smile appeared on my face in the picture. Another flash, and my pants were blinking on and off. When they were off, you could see the panties on me.

Another text screen popped up and explained that I was wearing very special panties. They were self-cleaning, in fact. They would never need washing, in fact, I should never wash them. I was also instructed to take them off ONLY to bathe.

Another screen popped up and said "you have 24 hours to get the rest of your lingerie. I have arranged for you to have help and privacy for this - it's not my goal to embarrass you. Call your sister and ask her to tell you what I told her."

Continued in Chapter 3