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Attached are the first three chapters of a new long TG story by Pamela, the
author of the "Girl's Only Club," being written slowly by the author's
usual high standards. I am not the author of this story, and I am posting
it for Pamela at her request. As she sends me new chapters I will post
them here on ASSM and also on ASS, ASSTG, and ASFemdom. The accumulated
and finally complete tale will be archived on the TG Fiction archive
www.FictionMania.Com Please address any correspondence about this story to
pamelapamela@hotmail.com
Vickie
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Charlotte's Niece
by
Pamela
(pamelapamela@hotmail.com)
Forward
With this posting of chapter 1, begins a new novel, "Charlotte's Niece."
While it is not a direct sequel to "The Girls-Only Club" it is a sequel in
the evolution of my ideas about what ought to be written about boys who
suffer from severe female envy, which is what I think transvestitism is
ultimately all about. Girls have it all: they get to be pretty. They get
to wear the pretty clothes, they get to be unashamedly nurturing, kind, and
loving. They get to have curves, soft skin, long hair, long nails and to
smell pretty. And if they want to, they get to be passive.
The hero of this new novel, Greg, is perhaps slightly older than Blake,
who starred in GOC, but somewhat different, I hope, in being more real. If
he has any fault it is that he gets confused a bit too easily and whether
consciously or not, he is not much of a challenge for Charlotte. I don't
know if any of you have ever met a Charlotte in your lifetime. If you
have, then you will understand that Greg can't really be held responsible
for all that happens to him. No, Greg is never going to get physically
hurt in this story: not like poor Blake did, all too often. No, Charlotte
does not have to do that, as it turns out.
Please send me thoughtful comments; they will be answered. Flames will
not be read or responded to. Don't expect chapter two in the near future.
When it comes, it comes. In time, many new chapters will come. Just know,
that as soon as they are ready, they will be posted.
Enjoy.
(c) 1999 by Pamela. All rights reserved.
If you shouldn't read this, don't.
Chapter 1
During my dad's long business trip to London, my mother, Lillian, began
seeing a lot of Charlotte. I don't quite know why it happened, but I
suppose it had something to do with my mom being shy and having a lot of
free time on her hands since my dad was not around. Charlotte works in
Manhattan in the fashion industry as a clothing buyer for Allied, and you
could say she perfectly complements my mom. She is a "take charge" person.
She plans each outing my mom has with her; she decides where they will eat
and where they will shop, and what show they will see. She can talk for
hours, it seems, and my mom is always content to just listen, nodding her
head in agreement and making an occasional remark, that is, if she can fit
one in. Charlotte cuts an imposing figure: swept back long blonde hair,
beautiful features, dark gray or black skirt suits, tight fitting cream
colored silk blouses, black high heels. Her figure is in the D cup range
and I think she must wear the kind of bra which makes her breasts stand out
because they are so prominent I get weak in the knees every time I am
around her.
Charlotte is never without her friend Ethel. Perhaps I should call
Ethel her `side kick'. She is a little taller than Charlotte and also cuts
an imposing figure. Her face is not quite as attractive as Charlotte's,
and she is a little bit plumper, but she also has a very large bust.
Unlike Charlotte, she wears colorful cotton dresses that sway around her
feminine hips as she walks. I also think she must wear a completely
different kind of bra than Charlotte, since her large ponderous breasts
hang a bit lower and shake and swivel around inside her dress as she walks.
Ethel rarely speaks, but she smiles almost all the time, and gives every
appearance of finding whatever Charlotte says to be both amusing and
important. Ethel also wears black high heels; at least I have never seen
her wear anything else.
One day in June, when my dad was not due back from London for a couple
of months, my mom, sister and I took the subway from our apartment in
Queens to meet Charlotte and Ethel in lower Manhattan. My sister, Lei and
I needed new jeans, and Charlotte had promised my mom to take us to what
she called the "perfect" jeans store on Delancey street on the lower East
side.
My sister is a year and a half older than me; she'll be 18 in 5 months.
We're not especially close to each other, though we get along pretty well.
Its just that she is very attractive and is always dating lots of guys, so
I usually never see too much of her. She's got long blonde hair, blue eyes
and I have to admit her figure is pretty nice, though I usually never think
about it. She's never been a very feminine girl, rather, she prefers
wearing jeans and I can't remember seeing her in a dress or skirt. I'd say
she knows very well how pretty she is, and she likes that because of the
guy attention it gets. If you asked me what bra size she wears, I'd have
to admit that I honestly don't know. Its just not something that I ever
think much about; she is my sister after all. But like I said, she has a
nice figure and a big part of it is her breasts which are pretty obvious
when you look at her. They're not in the same league as Charlotte or
Ethel, but for someone her size and stature they are far from
insignificant.
I guess one thing you ought to know about is that I have been jealous of
Lei's relationship with Charlotte. It just seems like every time Charlotte
visits our apartment, and that is pretty often, she always has some nice
little gift for Lei, like some lipstick or makeup, or a blouse or
something, while I'm lucky if she brings me a bag of pistachios. According
to Charlotte, the things she gives Lei come free from her job, but she
still makes quite a big deal about them, and I feel kind of left out. She
even calls Lei her "favorite young lady," and I have yet to hear her call
me her "favorite young man."
One reason I think I'm sensitive to Lei's relationship with Charlotte is
that she is also closer to my mom than me. I mean, my mom and Lei have
long shared a closeness coming from discussing girl type things together,
such as tips on makeup or clothes. So you see my theory is that when
Charlotte and Ethel started appearing a lot in our house, and Charlotte
would mostly ignore me, it was like Lei was being pushed even closer to my
mom than she already was and I was being forced further away.
Anyway, I'm wandering a bit off the path here. What I want to tell you
about began the day my mom, Lei and I went to buy jeans with Charlotte and
Ethel. Now I know exactly what kind of jeans I like: boot cut Lee jeans
and that was what I was planning to get. However, it turned out after we
arrived at the jeans store, that even though they carried every conceivable
size of every conceivable brand of jeans, my particular size of boot cut
Lee jeans was sold out. I was in a quandary as to what to do next, when
Charlotte suggested that I get Mudd jeans like Lei was getting. "They're
much better made and more fashionable" she said.
The saleswoman who had been helping us said, "but you know that they're
for girls, right?"
Charlotte interrupted her, "that's not exactly true. Yes, the marketing
has been primarily directed at girls, but as far as jeans go they're
actually unisex, and what's really important is that they're much better
made than Lee jeans, and cost the same."
"But Charlotte," my mom said, laughing, "they really are girls jeans.
We can't expect Greg to wear them. That would be silly."
Charlotte cut her off a bit rudely it seemed to me, saying, "Lillian,
I'm not joking. I know their reputation is as a girls jean, but
increasingly in the industry we're recognizing that clothing like jeans can
and perhaps should be unisex."
"I haven't had any boys buying Mudd jeans here," the saleswoman added.
"Maybe not yet, but believe me it's going to happen, isn't that true
Ethel?"
Ethel who had been silent came to life and agreed whole heartedly with
Charlotte. "Unisex jeans are going to be big this year from everything I
hear."
You may be wondering what I was thinking about during this conversation.
To tell you the truth I wasn't following the details so much as reacting to
the fact that Charlotte seemed to be paying attention to me. It seemed so
odd to have me be the focus of her conversation instead of Lei, that I felt
important and special. If Charlotte was right and the jeans were unisex
then I figured that it was no big deal if I got them. On the other hand, I
couldn't remember hearing from any of the kids at school that unisex jeans
were in, so I tended to share the disbelief of my mom and Lei.
"What does Greg think?" my mom said, and I felt all eyes turning on me.
"I don't know," I stammered, caught by surprise. I suppose I was
expected to immediately and unequivocally say "NO WAY!" but something
inside me didn't want to contradict Charlotte so directly. I don't know if
it was a slight fear of Charlotte as an adult or perhaps some part of
myself actually was attracted to the idea of getting unisex jeans, so I
searched around for some words which wouldn't cut off the possibility of
getting the Mudd jeans, but also wouldn't make me seem like I was too
eager. "I don't know about any other guys getting unisex jeans, but if they
are going to be popular..."
Regardless of what my mom or Lei might have thought about my answer,
Charlotte interpreted it as a yes to go ahead with trying them on, and she
directed the saleswoman to fetch them. But before she left, she also told
her to get me some boys Wrangler jeans, which she said are of the same
quality as Lee jeans. She intended to demonstrate first hand how much
better made the Mudd's were.
While we were waiting, Lei then spoke up saying, "what a joke seeing
Greg in girls jeans!" I turned absolutely scarlet while Charlotte gently
told Lei to not be so quick to judge. Lei's remark made me see the
situation from a different perspective and I felt embarrassed. Surely all
the kids would laugh at me in Mudd jeans.
When the saleswoman came back, Charlotte took the Mudd's from the woman
and showed Lei that the button was on the right side, "you see its the same
side as it is for boys jeans, unlike normal girls pants with the button on
the left side."
Charlotte said this with such authority, that I felt more than a little
relieved. This was helped by the fact that my mom seemed to become
convinced that my wearing Mudd jeans was perfectly OK. Lei also seemed
somewhat subdued by this but, later, when we were walking back to the
fitting rooms together, she said to me "I don't know Greg, I never heard of
any guys wearing Mudd's!"
This left me in a quandary when I sat down in the changing booth. The
implication of Lei's remark was that I'd make a fool of myself if I wore
the Mudd jeans. It was best to wait until lots of the guys were wearing
them before I did. If what Ethel said was true then it would only be a
short time. I decided to put on the Wrangler jeans, and when I stepped out
to show them to my mom and the other ladies, I saw that Lei was already
presenting her Mudd jeans to the women.
When I came up to them, I could see that Charlotte was clearly
disappointed. She was frowning at me and she said, "what about the Mudd
jeans Greg? Put them on! See how nice Lei's jeans look and fit. Do you
see that Lillian? Ethel?"
My mom and Ethel seemed to be nodding approval and Charlotte had me
stand next to Lei so they could see the differences. "Look at how inferior
these are! See how much nicer Lei looks in her Mudds. Go run along now
Greg and put on your Mudd's." Her voice was so definite it didn't seem like
I could do anything else, so whatever Lei might think, I felt like I had no
choice but to put on the Mudd's.
With racing heart I went back to the cubicle and took off the Wrangler
jeans. I saw that the label of the Mudd jeans showed a girl wearing them,
bent over backwards and laughing. The size on the label, 9, was completely
different than the Wrangler jeans. I slid the Mudd jeans up my legs with a
feeling of doing something dangerous.
The Mudd jeans fit really differently than the Wrangler jeans: the legs
were tight, the waist seemed kind of low and I felt a strange sensation
like my rear end was being lifted and separated. Its hard to describe it
if you've never worn girls jeans.
When I stepped out of the booth to show how they fit, I was fully
expecting everyone to go "ugh" or laugh or something. Instead, they seemed
to act like Charlotte had been completely right. The saleswoman in
particular, seemed to be quite impressed and even Lei wasn't laughing or
anything. Charlotte told my mom "you see its just like I said. Mudd makes
jeans better than anyone else. The fabric, the stitching, the styling, the
price, the quality. Someday, all the boys are going to find out what a
great deal they are. And they're completely unisex! The distinction
between boys and girls jeans is only packaging."
"How do they feel Greg?" my mom asked.
I could tell that they felt really different, like they weren't made for
my body, like my rear end was being shaped in some weird way and I was
certain there was barely any room for my penis. "OK, I guess," was all I
could manage in reply.
"Walk around in them," Charlotte commanded, "you'll see how much more
comfortable they are."
I already knew from walking out of the dressing room that the jeans made
it hard for me to walk normally. The jeans were tight and grabbing at me
in unfamiliar places and I had to adjust my walk accordingly. I felt like
I had to take smaller steps and I had the sensation my hips were swaying
back and forth. I certainly could never play baseball in the Mudd jeans
and I realized with a sagging spirit that certainly my friends would be
able to see that they made me walk differently. I walked back and forth in
front of everybody. They were waiting for me to say something. Charlotte
looked so certain that I was loving them that I was afraid to say that
there was anything wrong with them. Finally, I said, "I guess I like them,
but could I get a pair of Wrangler jeans also, just in case."
"Just in case what?" Charlotte asked.
"I mean, to play ball in. I wouldn't want to get the Mudd jeans dirty."
My mom said, "of course honey!"
Charlotte said to the saleswoman, "give him a pair of black Mudd jeans
to go along with these blue ones and the Wrangler to play ball in. I'll
treat him to the extra pair of Mudds. Why don't you wear the pair you have
on for the rest of the day, so you can see how nice they feel to walk
around in?"
That didn't strike me as such a good idea. I was hoping to ease my way
into wearing them in public. I needed to make really sure that no one
would think of the Mudd jeans as girls jeans. On the other hand, it would
be easier to leave them on, and I hated my old pair of jeans which were too
baggy, so I said, "OK, I'll wear them."
Subject: {Pamela} RP Charlotte's Niece Chapter 1b From: VickieTern To:
alt.sex.stories.tg Date: 6/16/99
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Out on the street I felt self-conscious, but none of the passersby
seemed to notice anything unusual, so I relaxed. While we were standing
there deciding what to do next, Charlotte basked in her great
accomplishment of the morning and I felt happy with the attention she was
giving me. She seemed to genuinely like the way I looked in the Mudd
jeans, and I felt pretty cool. I was even thinking about wearing them to
school the next Monday if I could find the nerve.
"Besides the jeans, another place where boys could really do well is in
the underwear department," Charlotte said to my mom. "Panties actually
give much more support for boys than jockey shorts. Its their elasticized
legs, and tummy panels which give added support against hernia and other
strains."
I could see my mom suppress a giggle at this, but Charlotte continued,
"seriously Lillian. Many professional football players admit to wearing
longline panty girdles because of the support it gives to their thighs and
buttocks. It helps prevent injuries."
"How fancy are the girdles the players wear?" Lei asked seriously.
"Well of course with no lace or bows or anything," Charlotte said, "you
know they're just purely functional. Maybe Greg would like to try one."
"But Greg doesn't play football," my mom teased and Charlotte and Ethel
laughed along with her.
"I know a great lingerie shop just a couple of blocks away. Lets see
what they have," Charlotte said, "I'm sure Lei needs a few new bras and
panties. The prices are terrific."
While my mom and the others found this conversation amusing, it left me
confused as to whether or not Charlotte seriously intended for me to buy
panties or a panty girdle. I was already wearing girls jeans and it seemed
to me that it was going way too far to also expect me to wear girls
underwear. I resolved to make sure that that didn't happen, but I was also
worried that I would lose my resolve.
As we set off down the block to the lingerie store I caught up to my mom
and said, "are you serious about the panties?''
"You mean about for you?''
"Yeah!''
"Greg! Charlotte is just teasing you.''
It was somewhat of a relief to hear that, since I didn't think I could
handle getting girls panties in front of everyone. Something about it
terrified me, and I wasn't sure it was because I didn't want to wear them.
Walking down the block, I tried to figure out how my mom knew that
Charlotte had only been joking, since it had seemed so real to me. She was
a mystery and particularly so because this was really the first time I felt
that she even seemed to notice my existence.
It occurred to me that since they were planning to go to the lingerie
shop, it made sense for me to go home. I was perfectly able to ride the
subway by myself. Catching up to my mom and Charlotte I said, "I might as
well go home, the guys are expecting me to play ball this afternoon.''
"But you must stay for lunch," Charlotte said, "we're going to eat in a
nice restaurant. It won't take us very long to buy a few bras. You can
wait."
Her tone was like an order, and I felt stung by it. "But mom..." I
said. "It really won't take long. OK honey?" my mom added, sounding a lot
more accommodating than Charlotte.
Whenever my mom does the "OK honey" thing with me, I always do as she
wishes, so I muttered a faint "oh, all right" and resigned myself to
waiting for the ladies while they went into the lingerie shop.
I plodded along behind everyone thinking about the Mudd jeans I was
wearing. I noticed that it was a bit of a struggle walking in them. It
seemed like they were forcing me to sway my hips and I tried as hard as I
could to counteract the tendency.
The Lingerie shop was quickly reached and I looked for a nice spot where
I could wait outside while Lei and the ladies went inside. I couldn't have
been out there more than a minute or two when Charlotte came outside and
told me to follow her into the store. "Come with me Greg. I've got Lei
searching through the teen bras and your mom in the full figured section.
Now let me show you what I was talking about before."
I should have known that she was really serious about getting me
panties: Charlotte didn't joke around on anything having to do with
fashion. Stepping into the store was quite a shock. Everyone in there was
female and I had never imagined that there could be so many bras all in one
place. Racks and racks of them went from the floor to the ceiling. Here
and there I could also see displays of panties, slips and even corsets, but
it was almost all bras.
"I know just the panties for you," Charlotte said as I followed her
through the store, "they're plain white and completely unadorned. No one
would ever suspect they're actually girls panties."
We arrived in front of a large display rack containing packages of
panties, three to a pack. She thumbed through them for a second and then
pulled out a package containing white panties. "These should fit you," she
said handing the package to me.
Like she said, they had no bows or lace or anything, but as for her
claim that no one could tell they were for girls, it was clear to me that
they had thin elastic along the top which was much too delicate for boys
underwear.
"But what about the elastic at the top," I said, "isn't this different
than boys?"
Charlotte gave me a stern look which softened immediately as if she were
laughing to herself. "You're right, Greg, I forgot that boys underwear has
wider elastic, but everything else I said was true. I'm sure you'd love
the extra support that these give compared to jockey shorts. Particularly
nice is that girls panties have elastic around the thigh. That'll give you
a lot better support."
Charlotte was so authoritative in her discussion, that I felt confused
and uncertain as to what to say. It seemed to me that my mom and Lei would
certainly condemn the idea as ridiculous. And as for my dad, when he got
back from London, I could only imagine how he would react: "what's all
gotten into your heads!"
"I don't think my mom wants me to get panties," I said finally, "and I'm
sure Lei would tell me its ridiculous. I also don't see how I could go to
gym class and change in the locker room. They might be better than my boys
underwear but the guys won't think so." I was very nervous now and reaching
to find an argument which Charlotte would accept.
"Don't give your mom or Lei a second thought, Greg. Now if we were
getting some lacy thongs for you, that would be a different story."
Charlotte took a long look at me and said, "you know Greg, all you have
to do is say you don't want panties. Its not like I want you to have them.
I'm doing this because I think you'll discover that they truly are more
comfortable. OK?''
"Yes, Charlotte,'' I said, now feeling embarrassed.
"Did I force you into getting the Mudd jeans? I sure hope I didn't.
Did I?''
"No, Charlotte,'' I said, though I really didn't know the answer to that
question.
"So what is it going to be? Do you or do you not want to try the
panties?''
I looked at the package which said size 7 on it and looked back up at
Charlotte. She truly was a beautiful woman and my eyes focussed on her
soft skin, her slightly rouged cheeks, the red lipstick on her lips. The
corners of her mouth seemed to form a smile. I noticed that her eyes were
looking right at mine and I glanced into them for a second and then looked
away. They were a very pretty shade of blue, with dark mascara lashes
above and below. While glancing down, my eyes took in her bust, noticing
the suggestion of a lacy bra, or was it a slip?, underneath her white
blouse. My heart was pounding in my chest; I didn't know what to say.
"Well?" she asked me.
I answered, "how do you know that size 7 would fit me?"
"Well, I'm not completely certain. Let's take a look."
To my surprise she began opening up the sealed package and I said, "but
are we allowed to do that?"
She did not answer me and I was afraid to repeat the question. She
slipped out one of the panties and took out a piece of cardboard which was
in it. Then she held it up against my waist to measure it. She made no
effort to hide what she was doing and I felt worried that someone in the
store might see. I hoped she would hurry up and I breathed a sigh of
relief when she was done.
"To tell you the truth Greg I think these panties could go either way.
Let me see if they have them in the next smaller size.'' She went back
through the packages of panties looking for size 6. "They don't seem to
have your style in size 6, just these fancy pink ones.'' She was holding up
a package of bright pink panties covered with little flowers and a wide
band of lacy trim and a pink bow.
"You should try on the 7's, and if they don't fit, then I don't know
what to do. Are these too feminine for you?" she asked indicating the
package of pink panties. Blushing terribly I mumbled something on the
order of "yeah."
"They wouldn't be visible, you know, underneath your jeans." Charlotte
said this out loud, but as if she were talking to herself.
"I have gym everyday," I said, "and I have to change into my gym
uniform."
"You're right, it was just a thought. Anyway, maybe the 7's will fit
you. You can try them on in the dressing room. You go on ahead, its right
over there," she pointed to a doorway marked "fitting room," "while I check
up on Lei and Lillian." She turned to go and I said, "but Charlotte, will
they let a boy in the dressing room?'' I could see several women waiting in
line to go in.
"You're right, I wasn't thinking, I better ask a salesgirl, we wouldn't
want to start a ruckus!'' and she took my hand to lead me toward the
changing room. I felt electrified by the contact, and I wondered if she
did it on purpose to give me a signal. I noticed that she still held the
package of pink panties, and I wanted to say something about it, but then
thought better of it. "Wait here,'' she ordered when we had reached the
line for the waiting room. "And hold these," she said handing me the two
packages of panties. Just ahead of me on line were two pretty girls my own
age. The taller of the two, had long blonde hair. She turned around to
stare at me. She was holding a single white, lacy bra.
Her eyes gave me the once over and she turned away, but then she turned
back again to look. I was certain she noticed the panties as well as my
Mudd jeans. I tried to think of something I could say to her if she said
anything about it. I was tempted to find Charlotte and tell her I couldn't
go through with getting the panties, when I saw her returning.
"I'm sorry, Greg, you can't try on the panties here. If the shop was
emptier, maybe they'd let you, but there are a lot of women back there, and
some might complain. I hope you're not too disappointed." She said this
loud enough for the entire line to hear. I could see now that the girls
next to me were staring at me. The pink panties in my hand felt like red
hot coals and I held them like they were burning me.
"It's OK Charlotte, I don't think I even really need any new underwear."
"Well, look, I don't want to deprive you. Since you have your heart set
on the panties, why don't I just buy them for you, and if they don't fit,
we'll find someone to give them to. OK?" I could see nothing now but the
sharp glances of the nearby women and especially the two girls. I would
have run away except that Charlotte was looking directly at me waiting for
my response. It was as if I was impaled by her look. My mind raced to
figure out if I had really shown the desire for the panties that she seemed
to think I had. If I had, then she might get mad at me for changing my
mind. On the other hand, I was conscious of what seemed like the entire
store looking at me and I was too afraid to speak.
"Is that OK?" Charlotte said, "they really are such pretty panties."
It sounded to me like she was talking about the pink panties and I was
even more confused. Luckily, just then I saw my mom, Ethel and Lei coming
toward us. They were holding bras and I supposed they were intending to
use the fitting room. Ethel was grasping a single large white bra with a
panel of lace across the cups, while my mom had two white bras that didn't
have any ornamentation. Lei had a fistful of bras of various colors and I
could also see she had some matching panties.
"How many bras can I get?" Lei was saying to my mom as they joined us. I
was happy for the distraction this caused as I saw the nearby women turn
away, but not before scrutinizing all five of us.
"I just got you some bras a short while ago," my mom answered.
"That was ages ago mom! These are so much prettier!"
"OK, just pick out 3 bras and panties. We're not made of money!"
"You go right ahead and buy two more on me!" Charlotte said, and Lei
excitedly gave her a hug.
"Are you sure, Charlotte?" my mom said.
"Lillian, these prices are too good to pass up. Greg and I found a
really good deal on panties, didn't we?" she said looking at me, "but we
can't decide if he's a six or seven. What do you think?" Charlotte took
the white panties from my hand and once again held them up against my
waist. "They may be a trifle big."
My mom looked perplexed to say the least and Lei seemed to be fighting
back a giggle. Only Ethel looked on as if she were seriously making a
judgment.
"But Charlotte!" my mom said. "Greg can't wear panties! Greg, did you
put Charlotte up to this? How could you?"
She was clearly upset and getting more upset. The blonde girl and her
friend turned back to look at us.
"Mom,.." I started and Charlotte cut me off.
"Lillian, its no bother at all. I offered to buy him some."
"But they're panties. They're for girls. He can't wear girls panties!"
"Well he had his heart set on the white ones, Lillian. They're not
really different than boys underwear. Now, the sixes are another story. I
told him they're too feminine, but we couldn't find any plain ones in that
size."
"Mom, I didn't want the pink panties!" I finally blurted out, with my
voice heaving and some tears starting up in my eyes and beginning to run
down my cheek. I saw a woman near the front of the line look up and then
over at me.
Lei said, "the white panties are still panties, Greg. They're for
girls."
Her tone was kind of sharp, and I got tongue tied trying to say that I
also didn't want the white panties, besides the pink ones. I could feel
the tears coming uncontrollably now and in desperation I handed the package
of pink panties, which I had still been holding, to my mom and ran to the
front door almost colliding with two women who had just entered.
With nose sniffling and eyes wet I stood outside in the street, dazed
and confused.
In a minute my mom came out and as soon as she started to talk to me, I
began bawling. "Calm down, honey," she said and put her arm around me.
Luckily there weren't too many people on the street, but I still felt like
the world was watching me.
Speaking softly she said, "tell me what's going on."
"I didn't want any of the panties, mom. It was all Charlotte's idea."
"I think it was just a big misunderstanding. She didn't mean any harm.
She's feeling awful for what she's done to you. She had no intention of
hurting you. You're very sensitive and she didn't know how much."
It felt comforting to hear that. Maybe I had over reacted and
misunderstood Charlotte.
"Will you come inside and let Charlotte apologize?"
"I don't want to go back in the shop."
"Then I'll tell her to come out."
My mom went back in, and after a few minutes, Charlotte came out and
walked over to me.
"Greg, I'm sorry I made you so upset. I just wasn't listening to you
carefully enough. Of course any boy would be scared to put on panties. If
their friends found out, they'd really tease him! Its just that I really
believe what I was saying about comfort and support. Why miss out on the
advantages just because you're worried about your friends?"
"My mom freaked out when she saw me getting panties!"
"She saw the pink ones and I admit that did cause her some surprise. I
don't know why you were still carrying them. I thought we had agreed that
they were too feminine for you. I explained all that to your mom: it was
just an accident that you were holding them. Anyway, she agrees with me
that we should get the plain white panties for you to try on in my
apartment. If they don't fit, I'll wait until the store gets some new
sixes and then bring them to you. How that? OK? Are we friends?"
Charlotte took out a handkerchief and wiped my cheeks with it. It was
pink and dainty and smelled of perfume. "Do you have a tissue?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Here you can have this for now," and she gave me the
hankie. Then, smiling, she turned around and went back into the shop.
It dawned on me that even after all that, she was still getting me
panties, and I would have to try them on in her apartment.
Chapter 2
Outside, I stood a good distance away from the entrance to the lingerie
shop hoping that no one who had been a witness to my ordeal with the
panties would see me again. I suppose trying on bras must be really
complicated because I had to wait outside for quite a long time. Finally,
I saw the two girls who had been ahead of me on the fitting room line,
exiting the shop. They were holding several packages and had to struggle a
bit with the door. To my chagrin, one of the Blonde girl's parcels dropped
to the ground unbeknownst to her. No nearby pedestrians saw what had
occurred, and I didn't know what to do. On the one hand, I didn't want to
be seen by her, while on the other hand it would be mean to not let her
know she had dropped the package. Finally, my good side got the better of
me, and I hurried to the package, picked it up and ran down the block in
pursuit of the girls.
They sensed me coming and turned around in surprise just as I reached
them. "You dropped your package back there," I said, panting and pointing
up the block.
"Oh! My bra!" the blonde exclaimed, as understanding poured into her
face. "Thank you! It's so kind of you to chase after us!"
"No problem," I said, and turned to walk away, but halted when she said,
"wait, that was really kind of you. We saw you in the shop before."
"I know," I said, wincing with embarrassment.
"You were having quite a problem in there. Who was that woman?"
"Which one?"
"You know, the one getting you panties."
"That's my mom's friend Charlotte."
"What's her trip?"
"I don't know. She insists that panties are better for guys cause
they're better made or something. The same as with these jeans."
"Yeah, we both noticed they were girls jeans. They don't fit so bad,
but it seems kind of surprising to see a guy in them. But down here in the
village you can expect to see anything, like a guy buying panties is not so
unusual. But how did she make you get the jeans?"
"She said they were unisex, and its cool for guys to wear them."
"Really now! That's news to me," the blonde's friend said, "but,
personally, I don't care if guys want to wear girls jeans. It would
probably do them some good. The panties are another story."
"I put a stop to that!"
"Thats not what Charlotte said after she came back from talking to you
outside. She told everyone that you still wanted to get the panties. Your
sister, what's her name?"
"Lei."
"Lei, that's right, she even said that your mom is pretty sure that you
had tried on her bra, so as far as she's concerned she's not too surprised
you'd want panties."
"That's not true!" I lied as a wave of fear ran through me and I didn't
hear the rest of what she was saying. My mind raced to figure out the
implications of this news. Besides my mom and Lei, did my dad know? and
who else? Now Charlotte and Ethel knew and maybe half the lingerie store.
******************
The truth was that I had tried on my mom's bra a few times. It had
started a year earlier when I had come to the bathroom one day to take a
shower. The master bathroom in our apartment has only a shower stall, and
occasionally my mom takes a bubble path in the main bathroom. She often
leaves her bra hanging on a hook after she goes, and on this particular
occasion she had done so. For some time I had been thinking of trying on
the bra to see what it was like and this time I went ahead and did it. My
heart had pounded fiercely in my chest and the sight of myself in the
mirror, with the large empty white cups across my chest and the straps
running under my arms around to my back, caused me great excitement. If I
didn't look too carefully, the mirror showed what looked to be a real girl.
The bra was slightly sweaty and smelled faintly like my mom's perfume. I
touched my penis and ejaculated almost immediately. After I had cum into
the sink, I felt disgust and took the bra off as fast as I could. Then I
had realized that I didn't remember exactly how it had been hanging or
which hook it had been hanging on, and there was no obvious reason why the
bra would move from one hook to another. Though initially worried that I'd
be found out, the more I thought about it the more certain I was that my
mom would never notice the change, so I figured there was no cause for
alarm.
The next day, however, I had had a feeling that my mom and Lei looked at
me funny and I couldn't quite put my finger on exactly why. I had thought
that maybe it had a connection with the previous day's incident but I
wasn't sure. Besides, my dad acted normal to me, and I figured if he knew
about it, he would have killed me. Anyway, I felt awful about having done
it, and I told myself I'd never do it again.
The next time my mom took a bath I noticed that she did not hang her bra
on the hook, and I felt anxious that it was because of me. Subsequent
baths were the same thing. She just wasn't using the hook any more and I
became convinced that she suspected me of wearing her bra.
However, one day I noticed my mom's bra in the hamper when I was
depositing my clothes there. She had just taken a bath and I realized,
with some relief, that this explained why she was no longer using the hook;
she had merely taken to directly using the hamper. Since the bra was just
as available to me from the hamper as from the hook, it was clear that it
had just been coincidence that her switch to the hamper coincided with my
first time wearing her bra. I had to learn to be a lot less paranoid, I
scolded myself. For many subsequent weeks, I checked to see if her bra was
in the hamper, and every time it was, but I never tried it on.
Eventually, however, a few months later, I did fish the bra out and
feverishly put it on. Rubbing on myself caused an almost instantaneous
orgasm. Relieved sexually, I felt emotionally drained, and vowed that this
was indeed the last time.
Well, my vow typically lasted about a month before I had to make the vow
over again. All in all, I guess, I've worn my mom's bras about five times.
Each time, I died a thousand deaths and swore even harder that that time
would be the last.
******************
"I don't think its normal," the girl was saying when I was again able to
concentrate, "I mean boys wearing their moms clothes. I think your mom
shouldn't have left out her bra like that, too, as a temptation."
"How is it a temptation?" the blonde said, "its just a bra. Why would a
boy find it tempting?"
"You know what I mean," her friend said.
The girls obviously had not accepted my lie, so I said, "I don't want to
wear girls clothes. I just tried the bra on out of curiosity. Just one
time."
"Yeah, but you're wearing Mudd's right now and you're going to be trying
on panties later, at least I can't see you saying no to Charlotte."
"You saw her, I got tricked into it." I knew this sounded pretty lame,
and the girls didn't act like they believed me. "Anyway I know a lot of
guys give their boxer shorts to girls," I added.
"That's different," the blonde said, "boxers are just like shorts. My
boy friend would never wear my panties, even if I gave him a pair and
begged him to try them on."
"Can you imagine Mike in my panties!" the other girl laughed and the
blonde joined in with her. I felt really dumb just then, but the girls
noticed my mom and Charlotte leaving the shop in the distance and they
said, "it looks like your mom and the others are leaving. Don't take our
joking too seriously. Its actually pretty brave of you to wear the Mudd's
if you like them."
"Where do you live?" the blonde asked.
"In Queens."
"We live uptown near Union Square. I'm Linda and this is Aubrey.
What's your name?"
"Greg."
"Maybe we'll see you around some time, like if you come back here for
more panties!" Audrey teased. At least, it seemed like she was teasing.
"It was nice of you to return my bra to me," Linda said and she and Aubrey
continued on their way, and then turned around and I waved at them. I
turned back towards my mom who I could see was looking up and down the
block for me.
*************************
Rejoining the group I heard Charlotte say, "and that last bra, you know
the blue one, gave me enough cleavage to sink a ship," and my mom, Lei and
Ethel laughed uproariously.
They did not act differently towards me, despite what had transpired in
the shop, and I knew that from my side, I wasn't going to mention the
incident any more. The only problem I had now was to make sure I didn't
try on the panties in Charlotte's apartment, since this way I could
demonstrate to my mom and Lei that I did not have a desire to wear bras or
panties.
"Now, if we're done shopping, lets have a lovely lunch at Annie's and
then come back to my place for some dessert," Charlotte said, and began
leading us the few blocks toward the restaurant.
Lei and I fell in together walking to Annie's. I wished I could read
her mind so I could find out what she and my mom really thought about me
wearing the bra. Even more pressing was to see what she thought about my
wearing panties.
We were out of ear shot of Charlotte, my mom and Ethel, so I said to
Lei, "I really can't figure out Charlotte."
"She really means well, Greg. I don't think you should say anything bad
about her."
I had thought my tone to be fairly neutral, but Lei must have heard a
complaint in it. "I wasn't saying anything bad about her."
"Well it sure sounds that way. All she was trying to do was help you
out."
"You're singing a different tune now. Before you were laughing about
the jeans and the panties."
"I wasn't laughing AT you! I was laughing at the idea of unisex jeans,
cause most of the guys I know will have a hard time adjusting to wearing
them."
I must have looked puzzled, since Lei continued, "you know they see
themselves as so macho and cool, but if being cool means wearing the same
jeans as your girl friend, it'll drive them crazy."
"I still think Charlotte was coming down too hard on me about the
panties."
"Look, Greg, she really feels awful about the misunderstanding, stop
being so persistent."
"But it didn't seem like a misunderstanding at all!"
"You're so stubborn! And besides, you're not being totally honest..."
Lei suddenly stopped the thought, and I realized that she was probably
thinking of me wearing mom's bra.
"The bottom line is that you've always been jealous of my relationship
to Charlotte. Its just that she's kind of a woman's woman. She knows so
much about clothes and fashion and that sort of thing, that she's not
easily going to have a relationship with boys. You have been jealous,
haven't you?"
"No!"
"Don't lie, Greg!"
"Well, she does give you a lot of presents."
"Nothing that you would want! Anyway, today she really bent over
backwards to include you, and all you did was get so freaked about some
panties."
"You'll be the first to laugh at me if I wear them."
"I will not. I think Charlotte knows what's best and you should just
trust her."
"Wearing girls panties is best for me?"
"She explained why. Why are you being so stubborn again?"
It was clearly best to stop the conversation right where it was and I
said, "I guess you're right about Charlotte. Mom and you like her so much,
and she does really seem very generous."
"That's big of you, Greg, you are growing up!"
Lei had the final word, since we just reached the restaurant and entered
in behind Charlotte, my mom and Ethel.
**************************
It was a small restaurant, and our waitress led us to a table in the
back that was partly a booth and partly a regular table in that three could
sit on a padded bench curving along the wall and two more would be in
facing chairs. The waitress, who must have been around my age, was
absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short black mini skirt and a tight
white blouse through which I could see her bra plain as day.
At the table, Charlotte predictably started directing us where to sit.
"Lillian I know you'll prefer a chair, and Lei I want you across from me.
Greg, you can sit between Ethel and me on the bench. You won't feel too
hemmed in will you?" Before I could answer one way or the other she said,
"Oh, but first go potty so you won't make one of us get up during the
meal."
I couldn't believe my ears. Did I hear her correctly? "Go potty!" "Go
potty!" Jesus, I was so mortified, I couldn't talk. So Charlotte just said
it again for all the world to hear, "now go potty Greg, hurry up. The
bathroom is over there." She pointed to a door.
Regardless of anything I didn't have to pee, so there was no use for me
going to the bathroom. "I don't have to go," I said a little bit hotly.
"Thats what you say now, but you'll change your mind as soon as we sit
down. Go run along, Greg, we'll wait for you."
She matched my indignity with a trace of condescension. I looked toward
my mother for help, but she was preoccupied with putting her bag under her
chair and didn't notice. Charlotte sat down and turned toward my mom and
Ethel. She obviously wasn't planning on discussing whether I had to go to
the bathroom or not. Hurting, I turned away and headed to the Men's room
with the intention of going in, washing my hands and immediately leaving.
I stormed into the bathroom, only to discover that it was tiny, and
another man was already using the urinal, which was mounted on the wall
immediately next to the sink with no partition between them. A large
mirror on the wall over the sink showed the reflection of the man's cock as
he peed. If I were to wash my hands, they would be within a short reach of
his cock. The sight of his large pink member rising up out of dark pubic
hair shocked me, and I looked away as fast as I could. The guy was dressed
in a white shirt and looked as if he worked in the kitchen. He was in no
hurry, and even if he was, he must have had gallons of pee in him since he
went on and on peeing as I waited. I suppose I could have used the stall,
but I don't ordinarily like to do that, and, besides I didn't have to pee.
I tried to look every which way I could, but not at the reflection of his
cock in the mirror.
Finally, I heard his flow slowing down and then faltering to droplets
and then stopping. He flung his cock inside his pants, zipped his fly and
moved over to begin washing his hands. I had to move to let him squeeze
past me and ended up facing the urinal myself. He loudly pounded his hands
on the soap dispenser, turned the water on and began scrubbing away. The
urinal was free and I had no choice but to avail myself of it since what
else would he think I had been waiting around for? I wasn't at all in need
of it, and moreover I was reluctant to bare my organ not a foot away from
him, and to have him watch and wait for my urine, which I knew would never
come under the circumstances.
To stand in front of the urinal and not pee, however, would give the
message that I was embarrassed, so I tried to chew up some time by fumbling
with the Mudd jeans zipper. On and on he scrubbed, on and on I pretended
to have problems with the zipper, until there was no way I could delay any
longer. So I popped out my penis to plain view in the mirror and I tried
shifting my body to hide it, but it didn't do any good. If I turned
sideways too far it would be like I wanted to pee on the floor. Besides,
at that angle I'd be touching the man. How can he wash his hands so long I
wondered. What the hell was on those blasted hands of his to keep him so
preoccupied? In another minute he wouldn't have any skin left. Lord
Jesus, I swore, the way he keeps washing he must be obsessive compulsive.
I wasn't making any progress with my peeing. It wasn't even close and I
was certain now that he was purposely taking time with his hand washing
just to enjoy his control over my bladder. In another minute, I'd have to
put my penis back in my pants, and take whatever smirk he wanted to give
me.
Finally, to my utter relief, my companion turned off the faucet and
reached to grab paper towels. Our eyes met in the mirror and I saw him
look down at my cock and then back up. He meticulously dried his hands
with as much attention as he had washed them, while I stood peeless at the
urinal, displaying my sorry member in the mirror. In what seemed like an
eternity, in which whole galaxies could have been created and destroyed, he
finally got himself ready to go. Before he did so, however, he looked at
me and said, "hey dude, unisex Mudds, far out." And he was gone.
I was stunned. To say that in that moment, I developed a whole new
appreciation of Charlotte would be an understatement. If that wasn't
enough, the moment I was alone in the bathroom, I felt a great urge to pee,
and pee I did; Charlotte was right on that score also.
I must have been in the bathroom quite awhile, since the ladies were
about to order lunch when I returned to the table. I went to Ethel's side
of the bench since I was nervous about having Charlotte get up for me.
Ethel let me in and I slid along the seat to my spot. After Ethel sat down
again, I found myself with barely any seat for myself. The two ladies took
up more than their share of the space and I was hemmed in between them. On
either side of me their hips and shoulders were touching mine, and if I let
my legs spread the slightest amount they would come in contact with one or
the other of their legs. I tried keeping my knees together as best I
could.
"Did you wash your hands?" Charlotte asked.
"Of course," I said sharply.
"You took a long time."
"I had to wait for someone." I had wanted to tell her what he had said
about my Mudd's but she was being so irritating I decided to hold it back.
"Come choose something to eat, we're ready to order."
The waitress came back and started taking the orders. I rapidly scanned
the menu looking for something I would like. It was a fairly elegant
restaurant and the choices seemed complicated, containing fancy sauces and
spices. I had barely gone through any of it, when I realized that everyone
was waiting for me. The waitress was facing me with poised pencil. I
hadn't really even looked at the menu so my words started to stumble out.
"IIII, ummmm, ahhhh..." and then Charlotte intervened, "I think the menu is
a bit too complicated for him." "Do you like chicken? or maybe a
hamburger?"
"I can understand it," I said.
"Then hurry up," Charlotte said, "so you don't keep the young lady
waiting."
Rapidly scanning the menu, I said, "I'll have the Ris de Veau."
Lei burst out laughing and my mom, Ethel and Charlotte in unison, said,
"Greg! do you know what that is?"
"Veal with rice?"
"Not at all," Charlotte said firmly. "Its glands, organ meat. Look,
why don't you order something simple like chicken."
"OK!" I said with no small amount of irritation, "give me chicken!" I
felt myself holding back tears. It had really looked like "riz" which is
rice. If Charlotte hadn't forced me to go to the bathroom, and then rushed
me with the menu, I would have realized the difference. I'm not crazy, I
thought to myself.
"Its always a concern bringing children to this kind of restaurant,"
Charlotte said, "so hard to find something they like." She was saying this
to the waitress and I fought back a second wave of tears. To top it off,
Charlotte noticed that I hadn't yet put my napkin in my lap, and while
talking to the waitress, she took it, opened it and laid it in my lap.
I settled into a funk, counting the minutes until this awful day was
going to end. One thing I knew for sure was that I was never going to see
Charlotte again if I could help it!
Charlotte and Ethel sat leaning their arms on the table, while I
slouched in between them. Surrounded tightly on every side, I leaned back
in my seat and moved my arms to my side, even though they then lightly
touched the women. Charlotte was going on and on about some wonderful
thing or another and I lost track of the conversation. The way Charlotte
and Ethel had their arms forward at an angle, from my vantage point I could
see the bulges of their breasts jutting out and hanging slightly down
toward the table. Their breasts were within inches of my arms, and they
were enormous. Looking up I tried to mentally compare them to my mom's and
Lei's which were visible from a very different angle. None of them had a
problem in the breast department, I thought. Eight breasts, I counted, and
four bras holding their large pink orbs.
The waitress brought drinks, a coke for me, that I never even ordered. I
reflected on the fact that my mom and Lei didn't know that I knew that they
knew that I had tried on a bra. Evidently, my mom did not intend to
confront me on it. But it felt more than a little weird to think that they
suspected that about me. Maybe it was a normal thing for boys to do.
Since I wasn't particularly effeminate, I suppose that they saw no real
danger in me having done it. But it was interesting that my mom never hung
her bras on the hook in the bathroom anymore.
I wondered if Charlotte and Ethel were aware that my arms were gently
touching theirs. Perhaps they did, since it seemed like from both sides
they were moving in a wee bit tighter against me. Nothing was being said
between us, it was very subtle, and I have to admit that I felt no little
excitement thinking that maybe they were flirting with me. Of course the
age difference made it bizarre, and then at one point, Charlotte crossed
her legs the other way and I felt the contact between us lessen. It must
be all in my imagination, I thought.
While we waited for the food to arrive, Charlotte said, "Lei, lets take
a look at your bras."
Lei reached under her seat for the package she had been carrying and
handed it to Charlotte, who opened it and took out a handful of bras and
laid them on the table cloth in front of herself which meant that they were
practically in front of me. She held up the top bra, which was light blue
with scalloped lace over the top of the cups.
"You're too much for a B, but not too much for a C. These Lilyette's
are a rather small C so they fit you just a trifle snug."
"Yeah, it didn't feel like there was much more room. But they don't
even make a D in that style."
"I know. Sometimes its not easy to find a bra that is both pretty and
fits right. Flat women don't have any problems in finding pretty bras, but
they're trying to make up in lace what they lack in womanhood."
I thought that was a rather nasty comment, but if anything, my mom, Lei
and Ethel seemed to share a common scorn for flat chested women. Since the
four of them were well endowed it was easy for them to think like that. I
felt like saying something like, "is that fair!" but I was sure that
Charlotte would have an answer for me, besides chewing me out.
"The girls in gym class are going to just chill when I wear my new
bras," Lei said, "they're already envious of me, and now with some pretty
bras like they have, they'll be jealous."
"Lei, you shouldn't talk like that," my mom said.
"You don't hear what they say about my old lady bras!"
"You don't have old lady bras, and you never had!"
"Well, you know what I mean. My bras are all kinda old and plain."
"You insisted on plain bras the last time we went shopping."
"We weren't shopping with Charlotte."
My mom laughed, "Charlotte what would we ever do without your fine
taste!"
"Lei, I did nothing more than make a few suggestions."
"I just love my new bras. Especially the blue and the pink Lillyette's,
and the flower Bali." She went through the bras picking up different ones.
"And all the panties! Mom, you can give away my old white panties. Like
Charlotte said, its best to match my panty with my bra every day." Out of
the bag she had taken a stack of panties in various colors and I could see
they matched the bras.
It seemed obvious that Lei was flaunting her special relationship with
Charlotte, just to make sure I didn't encroach on her "territory." How
fickle, I thought. She has just about all of Charlotte's attention anyway
and still begrudges me the little bit of attention Charlotte gave me today,
like even that was anything other than annoying!
Charlotte gathered up Lei's underwear and delicately placed them back in
the bag. When she was done she said, "speaking of panties, Ethel get me
your bag."
"Of course! Greg's panties, how could we forget," Ethel said, and she
reached under her chair to find the package she had placed there earlier.
My hope that Charlotte had forgotten about my panties was dashed. Now,
there was no way I could get out of trying them on and I was sure that this
would confirm my mom's suspicion about her bra.
Ethel was having trouble finding the package with her left hand, so she
tried reaching under the seat with her right hand, the one next to me. To
do this she had to push against me with her upper body and as she did so,
her breast pushed down very hard on my arm. I was surprised by how heavy
and dense it felt. Perhaps it had to do with being constrained within its
bra, I really don't know.
I made no effort to move, since there was no place to go except into
Charlotte. I hoped the moment would never end, but finally Ethel's fingers
found the package and she sat back up straight, handing it to Charlotte.
Charlotte reached into the bag and took out two packages of panties.
The original package of white size 7's and a new package I hadn't seen
before, containing light blue panties.
"We had some luck and they found these size sixes in the back room." She
opened up the package, took one out and handed it to me. Embarrassed, I
looked the panty over, and saw that it had a little blue bow on the front
as well as a shiny blue applique rose on the left thigh. I didn't say
anything, but I could see that the rest of them saw the ornaments as well
as I did.
I didn't know what to say, so I said "thanks," even though that was not
exactly what I was feeling.
"Don't thank me until you try them on and see if you like them. Between
the two sizes, I'm sure that one of them will fit you well."
Just then the waitress came with lunch. As luck would have it, the
first plate was my chicken, and she said, "you'll have to move your
panties, so I can put your chicken down." She said this with a straight
face looking directly at me. I averted my eyes and scooped up the panties
as fast as I could.
"Sorry," I croaked.
*************************
During lunch Charlotte asked Lei about her summer plans. "I'm going to
be a counselor at a wilderness camp in Utah. Hiking and living in the back
country with a group of about 20 kids. I'm really looking forward to it!"
"When do you go, and for how long?" Charlotte asked a little sadly it
seemed to me.
"I leave in a week and I'll be gone for about 8 weeks."
"Ethel and I will really miss you!"
"Thank you Charlotte!" Lei said, "I'll miss you both too."
"Send us a postcard or two, if you get the chance."
I wished that I could say I would miss Lei, but I couldn't. I was
looking forward to being alone with my mom for the summer. We'd get to
know each other much better than we do now.
"Greg won a place in a summer research program at NYU," my mom said,
"his dad and I are very proud of him." Charlotte seemed genuinely
interested hearing that and said, "congratulations, Greg! Tell us more
about it."
"I'm going to a special mathematics research program this summer at NYU.
Its for students starting in the fall, to get them on a fast track into
research." I was enrolling in NYU for the fall, even though I was just
seventeen, since I had skipped eighth grade.
"How marvelous, Greg!" Charlotte said with great sincerity, "you should
feel very proud."
Blushing again, I said, "thank you Charlotte. I really like math and
I'm excited about getting into the program. I'll be able to get some help
from a faculty advisor, but I get to spend a lot of time doing independent
research and I get a stipend of . 2000."
"Its too bad you live in Queens. You'll have a long hot commute
everyday. Won't you?" Charlotte said.
"It won't bother me," I said.
"Well we can't stand for that," Charlotte said emphatically, "and I know
just the way to help you out."
Now addressing my mom she said, "Lillian, why don't you let Greg stay
with me this summer? From my apartment, NYU is a short walk, and you know
I have plenty of extra room. I'll give him one of the guest bedrooms."
"I don't know," my mom said haltingly, and then I saw a smile break out
on the corner of her lips. Charlotte picked up on it immediately, for she
added, "I'm reading your mind Lillian. It would free you up to join Greg's
dad in London! Like you had been telling me, it's such a shame that he has
to be all alone for so long, and that you would just love a vacation in
Europe."
I must be a little slow witted, because it took a minute for me to grasp
the plan that Charlotte and my mom were hatching. I couldn't imagine
living in the same apartment with Charlotte. I had seen her in action this
day and I could well imagine how difficult she'd be to live with day after
day.
"Ummm," I said out loud, "I don't think its such a good idea, mom."
"Why, honey?"
"Well all my stuff is at home, and I don't mind the subway trip, and my
friends are there."
"You could move all your important things to Charlotte's, and you
already told me that most of your friends will be gone to camp and
traveling for the summer. And you also complained to me about having to
ride the subway; that was the one thing which made you hesitate about
accepting the offer."
"But, its not fair to put Charlotte out like that!" I said with some
desperation.
"Its no bother at all," Charlotte said. "In fact, it will be a great
pleasure. And besides, Greg, you shouldn't deprive your mom of the
opportunity to join your dad."
"But I don't mind staying at home alone! And what about Lei? She'll be
alone for a week."
"Lei can stay with me too for the week until she goes," Charlotte said.
"That would be neat!" Lei said. "I'd love to."
"Then its all settled," Charlotte said with finality. "Lillian, you buy
a ticket to London as soon as you can, and I'll get the apartment ready for
Greg and Lei."
My mom gave me a look, and I said, "Thanks Charlotte."
"Its no bother at all."
After a minute or two it was still silent, and I suddenly remembered
what had transpired in the mens room. I don't exactly know why I now felt
the need to say something nice to Charlotte, but I did, so I said, "in the
mens room there was this guy who noticed my Mudd jeans and said I was real
cool. Just like you said."
Charlotte looked at me a little strangely and then smiled. I thought
she'd have something to say about that, but she didn't.
Chapter 3
As we left the restaurant, Charlotte announced that we would take a cab
uptown the mile or so to her apartment. Almost as soon as she signaled for
one, a cab pulled over in front of us. When the driver saw that there
would be five passengers, he warned, "its going to be a tight fit."
"Don't fret," Charlotte said, "we can manage. Now Lillian, you sit up
front. Lei, sit on the far side, Ethel next to her and Greg will squeeze
in between Ethel and me.''
We ran to follow her instructions. Lei and Ethel slid in to their
spots, and then I got in wondering how in the world both Charlotte and I
could fit in the remaining space. She told me to lean forward and over
towards Ethel while she got in and closed the door. I was left crouching
in the back with my head practically in the rearview mirror. "OK, you can
sit,'' Charlotte said and I sank down onto a tiny bit of the seat that she
and Ethel managed to free up by putting their legs to either side. There
was very little room for my legs and I ended up twisting my body sidewise
facing Charlotte with my legs tucked under Ethel's legs. To keep my
balance I held onto the drivers seat, but the cabbie didn't like that and
told me to lean back. I ended up sliding practically off the seat with my
head buried into Charlotte's right arm. In front of my eyes was the
massive bulge of her breasts. From where my head lay, I could see a corner
of her bra top with her breast inside. The scent of her perfume filled my
nostrils.
Charlotte kept up a steady stream of conversation with the cabbie,
giving him directions to her apartment building. She put her arm on my
shoulder to steady me as the taxi took off. I was in a precarious position
on the edge of the seat and it seemed like if the taxi took a turn too fast
I'd slip onto the floor. My arms had no real place to be. My right arm
managed to find a handle on the door next to Charlotte to hold onto. I
couldn't see where my left arm was but during a sharp turn of the cab my
left hand accidentally grabbed Ethel's leg.
"My pantyhose!'' she cried.
I let go immediately, and my mom turned around and said, "how's
everything back there! A tight squeeze?"
"Just great," I mumbled sarcastically. My left rib was hurting from the
seat edge which was digging into it. I wondered why Lei hadn't been chosen
to sit between Charlotte and Ethel.
I tried to rise up to find another position but Charlotte's arm
increased its pressure forcing me to stay where I was. "Stop wriggling,"
she said, "its just another few blocks.'' I was acutely uncomfortable with
my body twisted in an awkward position and I could feel my left leg falling
asleep. Charlotte had me pinned securely and I couldn't move my leg. I
wiggled my toes a little until Charlotte said, "keep still."
As we rode along, the bouncing and turning of the cab caused my face to
slide around on Charlotte's arm next to her breast. I tried to stretch out
a bit into a more comfortable position. My hips pushed out towards Ethel
forcing her legs to move over more and my head rose up until I could look
down at Charlotte's breasts. It must have been uncomfortable for her,
since she sat up a bit straighter giving me more room, but as she did so my
head fell onto the front of her breast. Finally, using both hands she
grabbed my head and directed it back toward the side of her breast. Her
left hand went over my face and I could see her perfectly manicured nails
with bright red shiny fingernail polish. Looking beyond her fingers I
could see through a gap which had formed in the front of her blouse just
below her breasts. She was wearing a slip and inside it was her bra. Her
breast appeared as a dark shadow pushing out the lacy bra with the thin
gauzy material of the slip over it. I noticed that the slip had a seam
just below the breasts and puffed out to make room for them. She must have
sprayed perfume directly on her slip since the odor was overpowering and I
wondered if I might faint from lack of oxygen.
I had never thought much about slips before, but seeing Charlotte's up
close made me wonder what it would be like to wear one over one's bra.
Maybe the next time my mom left her bra in the hamper, she might also leave
a slip. In fact, I remembered once finding her bra wrapped up in something
silky and white which I had thought must be her blouse. It had seemed too
risky to take the bra out from it to try on, since I doubted I could get it
back the same way she had rolled it up, so I had left it alone. I wondered
if in fact it had been a slip. Maybe it'll happen again, I thought.
Especially, I'll put on the bra first and then try the slip over it. The
thought stayed in my mind and helped me forget about the pain in my side
and legs.
Charlotte was making a comment about a restaurant we were passing when I
felt her fingers on my lips. Perhaps she was just touching them
absentmindedly, I don't know, but with her forefinger and middle finger she
gently ran them along my lips. It was sort of like she was playing with
them. At first I was surprised, but then I decided to be devilish and when
her fingers were on one side of my mouth, I shot out my tongue and licked
the other part of my lips. I laughed inside with the surprise she would
surely feel, but when her fingers came back and over the wet part of my
lips she didn't react at all.
I then surreptitiously licked the other side of my mouth, but the same
thing happened. She didn't seem to mind the wetness or else she wasn't
aware of it. I chalked it up to her being absentminded. I wet my lip
again and this time my tongue hit her finger and I withdrew it as fast as I
could. Surely she would be angered, but if so, still nothing happened.
I got bolder and kept my tongue out on my lip. Her fingers just ran
over it playfully and then her forefinger slightly entered my mouth. It
was just a bit, and she withdrew it immediately and kept on playing with my
lips. Then whenever she encountered my tongue she put her finger in my
mouth. It developed into a game and I got absorbed in it for a few
minutes. While we played this way Charlotte kept up her conversation. My
preoccupation with Charlotte's fingers kept my mind off my leg which was
now totally numb. She had given up trying to stop my head from pushing
into her breast and I felt its heavy, soft warmth pressed into the side of
my face. I tried to make a mental snapshot of the view inside her blouse
so I would never forget what it looked like. We were only a block or two
from her apartment and were stopped at a red light. We had just had
another little encounter between my tongue and her finger. Suddenly, she
took her thumb and put it solidly into my mouth. My tongue surrounded it
feeling the smooth polish and sharp edge of her long thumbnail. I was
shocked, and when she didn't remove it, I found myself sucking hard on the
preferred finger. As I did so, the rest of her fingers curled up over my
nose and on my cheeks just below my eyes. Her hand gave a warmth to one
side of my face which matched the warmth of her breast on the other side. A
couple of minutes later when the taxi arrived at Charlotte's building, she
suddenly removed her finger from my mouth and opened the taxi door. She
stepped out leaving me to fall head first into the seat. Collecting my leg
out from under Ethel's legs I climbed out of the cab and had to stamp down
on my leg to start the blood flow again. I looked up at Charlotte, she was
busy paying the cab driver. Later, going up the elevator, she never once
looked at me and acted as if nothing had transpired between us.
***************************
Charlotte's apartment was magnificent. Exquisite furnishings, high
ceilings, a huge wrap around terrace with floor to ceiling windows. It was
bright and airy. The living room was huge and there was a separate alcove
containing a formal dining room. A large, long table with seats for 12 was
in it. Both Lei and I had never been there before and we oohed and aahed
while Charlotte downplayed the grandeur of the place. The only nice thing
she said was, "as you can see, there is more than enough room for both of
you kids. I've got three bedrooms, two of them have private baths and
there is the main bathroom, as well.''
She had us sit on a long white leather sofa which curved around against
the wall. I sat on the end away from the others in front of a stainless
steel, glass and mahogany coffee table. A wonderful oriental rug was on
the floor in front of us. My mom and Ethel acted like they were completely
at home here. I guess my mom had been here quite a bit over the last few
months. Charlotte went to the kitchen, which was off to the side of the
living room next to the dining alcove. She came back in a few moments with
a tray containing 5 glasses and a pitcher of iced tea and then went back
into the kitchen and out again with a second tray containing cut squares of
coffee cake on a serving dish and a stack of plates, forks and napkins.
While we ate dessert and sipped iced tea, Charlotte, my mom and Ethel
fell into a conversation about a new clothing designer and my mind drifted
off taking in the details of the room. On the table in front of me was a
pile of magazines. The top one had the name "Modern Lingerie" across the
top. It was oversized and glossy and a sexy dark haired model was on the
cover wearing an old fashioned long line girdle and a matching bra with
visible seams. It was not the kind of bra I was familiar with. I assumed
it was the way bras looked when women were wearing girdles. The pose was
highly seductive: she was bent down and to the side and preoccupied with
hooking her stocking on an attached garter. Her gorgeous rear end, covered
in the lace-edged girdle was fully visible as well as the cups of her bra
viewed from the side. Next to her was a headline, "Girdles! On their way
back!"
"Modern Lingerie" was partially covering another magazine which looked
like a "Cosmopolitan" or "Glamour," I couldn't make out exactly which it
was. I could see a voluptuous blonde from the neck down wearing a light
violet bra with a printed floral design. She was leaning forward, with her
back arched backwards, in a mostly profile shot. The effect was to give
tremendous prominence to her breasts. They seemed like a mountain range
coming out of the bare plain of her torso. Next to her in small print was
written "Man killer bras. Twenty bras that dominate!"
I glanced over at Charlotte who continued to drone on discussing the
fashion scene. Lei had joined in and was excitedly making a point about
something or other. I was near the end of the sofa, away from the others.
I couldn't keep my eyes away from the woman's girdled rear end and the soft
violet bra of the blonde. I wondered what the other "man killer" bras
looked like. I was sorely tempted to reach over and nonchalantly pick up
the magazine. The ladies probably wouldn't notice or care, except that I
could imagine Charlotte would make a big deal about it in some way I
couldn't foresee. I was stymied; I didn't know what to do, when to my
relief, Charlotte got up to fetch a dress that the women had been
discussing. As soon as her back was turned, while she headed to her
bedroom, I leaned forward, slid the lower magazine out from underneath the
Modern Lingerie and put it in my lap. It was indeed Cosmo. I crossed my
legs and arranged the magazine so it would be less visible and quietly
opened it to a point in the middle. There was an ad for lipstick. I
turned over a few pages looking for the "killer bras'' when I came to an
advice column. My eyes landed upon the third question down. I read,
Dear Dr. Mary:
My husband and I have a 16 year old son, our only child. Recently,
while my husband was away on a trip, I noticed that the lingerie in my
dresser drawer had been disturbed, in fact, I noticed that one of my half
slips had been worn and also I think an older bra I keep on the bottom of
my bra pile. I don't know if I am more disturbed by the fact that my son
mussed up my slip, or that he is interested in my lingerie. What should I
do? Do I need to talk to him about it? Should I lock my dresser drawer?
If his dad found out about it I'm sure he would kill him!
Signed:
Worried Houston, Texas.
Dear Worried:
If your son's interest in your lingerie is just a passing phase, a
natural curiosity in a young man, then there is little you need do, it will
probably be short lived. On the other hand it may very well be the start
of a life long interest, in which case you will need, some time soon, to
make it clear to him that your husband's and yours bedroom is private and
not for his snooping around. Its doubtful that a therapist could ever cure
him of his desire to wear lingerie, though it could help him to see why he
has the desire. For example, it could be that subconsciously your son
wants to follow your route to your husband's love: be pretty and feminine
instead of a competent athlete or have other strictly male interests that
your husband would admire. You could talk to your husband about better
expressing his love for his son, this would have a beneficial effect
regardless of anything else. You might also consider putting some of your
old bras, panties and slips in a "rag" drawer that your son could discover,
say in the garage. That could help him explore his feelings without
overstepping the boundaries of your bedroom. If all else fails, have a
heart to heart talk with him, without shaming him, and share your love and
concern.
Signed:
Dr. Mary.
I closed the magazine and put it back where I had found it, forgetting
about the killer bras. I would never touch a bra again so long as I lived,
I vowed, anything so that I wouldn't have to have my mom sit down with me
to discuss leaving her underwear alone! At least I had never even thought
about looking in her drawers. Tomorrow, Lei and she had plans to go out
and I would be left alone in the house. I definitely would not take a
look. Was I secretly jealous of my mom and Lei in getting my dad's love?
It seemed ridiculous; I know I love him and miss him, though he was a lot
stronger at my age than I am, and I don't think I'd ever be as good an
athlete as he was.
Looking again at the magazines, the woman in her girdle kept confronting
me. There was something about having her rear end sticking out and
scrunched up in the girdle which mesmerized me. I hoped girdles would make
a come back. There were many times on long drives I'd sit in between my
mom and dad on the front seat and when I got tired, especially at night,
I'd put my head in my mom's lap. She'd be wearing a soft dress and she'd
gently stoke my forehead. Did my face feel her girdle underneath? Was she
wearing a girdle? Did she have any in her drawer?
My balls ached terribly and I was worried. The last time this had
happened I had masturbated and then the pain had gone away. It would be
hours until I got home. Riding the subway would be difficult. I couldn't
wait to go home and get in the bathroom. I'll never make it, I thought,
and then it occurred to me that I could use Charlotte's bathroom. It would
only take a minute.
Charlotte had come back with a dress on a hanger. There was a jacket,
which she removed and then I saw that it wasn't a dress, but a skirt and
jacket combination. Charlotte was telling them about its elegant line and
it being fully lined. I couldn't figure out what that meant.
I interrupted Charlotte to ask her where the bathroom was.
"Second left down the hallway, and when you're done you can try on the
panties. They're in the bag,'' she said indicating a bag lying on the
sofa.
Embarrassed, I picked it up and took it with me to the bathroom.
With relief I concluded that Charlotte wasn't expecting me to model the
panties in front of everyone. She would just ask me which size fit better,
and I'd say the sevens did, so then I wouldn't have to get the blue ones. I
went in the bathroom and shut the door. It was large with marble tiling
and an oversized tub and wall to wall mirror. I couldn't decide whether to
masturbate first and then try on the panties or try on the panties first.
I pulled out one of the white panties from its package, and took off my
jeans and underpants and was about to put it on, when I changed my mind and
picked up one of the blue ones. They were prettier than the white ones. I
put it on and looked in the mirror. My shirt was obscuring the view of the
panties, so I took it off, and then my socks as well. The panty seemed to
fit very well, at least as well as I could tell not having any experience.
I would have to hurry up if I wasn't to arouse suspicion, so I wrested my
penis out from the panty, turned on the faucet and got my hand wet with
some soap and water. I started stroking myself, making sure not to get
water on the panty.
My penis was slow to respond and hurt even at the same time as it felt
good. I liked the image of the blue panties in the mirror. Looking at it
made me stiffer and the job easier. I wished I had a bra on as well.
Looking around I saw there was no hamper. I peeked in the cabinet under
the sink in the hope of finding a rag or something that might have been
Charlotte's clothes, but there wasn't anything. What am I doing? I
thought, I must be insane. I was getting close to coming, when I felt the
vibrations of someone walking towards the bathroom. Then there was a loud
knock and Charlotte's voice, "how are you doing? Let me see the fit.''
I heard her grab the door handle and begin to open it. She got it open
a lot more than a crack before I pounced on it screaming "I'm not yet
done!" It was possible she had seen what I was doing, I couldn't tell. I
stood there with my hand on the knob, pushing with all my might. Charlotte
made no sound and I became increasingly frightened.
Finally I heard, "I'm sorry, Greg. Give me a holler when you're
ready.''
"OK," I yelled with some relief. I couldn't believe she'd have the
nerve to open the bathroom door without knocking.
In the meantime my erection had collapsed and I was too scared to resume
where I had left off. It would take too long. In the confusion I had
tucked my penis into the panty and there was now a large wet spot in the
front. I couldn't go out in front of everyone with the spot. In a hurry I
took them off and put on the white pair.
I flushed the toilet, waited a moment and then called out to Charlotte.
There was no response and I realized she probably couldn't hear me while
she was in the living room. I should have told her I didn't need help in
deciding between the panties. It was too late now, so I opened the door a
crack and called out her name.
"Come out here and lets take a look," I heard her call.
"Come here," I said, aghast at the idea of walking out in just panties.
"Don't be ridiculous," Charlotte said, "we've all seen panties before."
"Mom?" I queried.
"It's OK honey."
"But Lei is there!"
I heard my mom ask Lei to clear the plates and go to the kitchen until I
was done. "Lei's in the kitchen," my mom said.
I gingerly stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but the white panties.
I had tucked my shrunken little penis back between my legs to reduce the
bulge. Walking on tip toes I came into the living room where Charlotte,
Ethel and my mom were seated.
"Come over here," Charlotte ordered, and stood up. Charlotte had me
turn around so she could inspect the fit. She pulled up the front of the
panties higher on my waist and grabbed the fabric a bit on my rear end.
She said, "these are pretty good fit, but a wee bit too large. I had the
feeling the 7's would be too big. What do you think Lillian?"
"They seem to fit fine. Are they comfortable, Greg?''
"Yes, mom.''
"Lets see Greg in the blue panties,'' Ethel interjected.
"Good idea,'' Charlotte said.
I could see Lei coming out of the kitchen, so I scampered quickly back
to the bathroom. I took off the white panties and took out a clean pair of
the blue panties from its package. I put them on. They were considerably
more snug than the white panties, but not particularly more tight fitting
than my usual jockey shorts. They were much more feminine than the white
ones and when I left the bathroom to go back to the living room I felt like
I was pre tending to be a girl. Surely my mom was going to freak out.
Stopping at the edge of the living room I saw that Lei had rejoined the
ladies.
"Lei is there," I said again, hidden in the passageway.
"Enough of that!, Charlotte said commandingly, "we're adults here. Lei
will not be rude, will she?''
"Of course not Charlotte,'' Lei said.
I wasn't completely convinced since I could swear I heard a faint giggle
in her voice.
"Come here, let us see,'' Charlotte said with finality.
Reluctantly, I left the safety of the passageway and walked into the
living room.
My mom let out a small laugh, "Oh they're too pretty! The fits great
but we'll have to get them in white!''
"You're right, Lillian,'' Charlotte said, "a bit too much in the
feminine department for a young man!''
Lei was having a hard time controlling her giggling and finally she let
out a loud laugh and said, "cute girl!''
"Mom!'' I cried.
"Stop it this instant Lei!''
"Its so funny, Greg in pretty panties like that!''
I turned to run back to the bathroom but Charlotte caught my hand. "Not
so fast, let me have a look.''
She made some minor adjustments to the panties, pulling them up a
little, and even stuck her finger under the elastic on my upper thigh to
see how tight they were.
"Plenty of room and plenty of support. I think the sixes in white will
be perfect. I'll exchange these this week, and I might as well take back
the sevens and exchange them as well.''
She let go of my hand and I quickly ran back to the bathroom. Charlotte
followed me there and entered it to gather up the panties. In the mirror I
saw how much thinner I was than Charlotte and also a few inches shorter.
My skin was pinkish white and blemish free. Even though I had been working
hard on my biceps, and could now do a few chin-ups, my arms seemed thin and
undeveloped. Her breasts seemed to be magnified in the mirror and I was
reminded of how my face had been pressed into them during the cab ride.
Even in the harsh lights of the bathroom, Charlotte's face had a soft
attractive quality. Her skin was just barely showing her age, which was
close to that of my mom. Her hair was a rich golden yellow and spread out
across her shoulders.
Alone with her, I said, "that was weird in the cab ride."
"Quite a tight fit, but we all made it in one piece."
That wasn't quite the answer I was expecting so I said, taking a plunge,
"I mean my mouth."
"What about your mouth? "
"You know your finger, I mean your thumb?"
"Greg," stopping to look directly at me, "whatever are you referring
to?"
Charlotte was smiling curiously and waiting for a response.
"Oh nothing," I said.
"I hope you aren't still upset about the panties, are you?"
"I can't help but think its kind of weird if I wear girls panties. They
do feel comfortable like you said, but they're different than boys."
"They're supposed to be. You see if boys underwear had elasticized
legs, like the girls, then there would have been no reason to try on
panties. In fact, its kind of crazy because girls don't really need the
elasticized legs, while boys do. I think girls should wear boys underwear
and vice versa!"
I wanted to ask her if she wore boys underwear, but I had nowhere enough
nerve to say it.
"The only thing is that, most girls like to feel pretty, just like how
boys like to feel strong. Pretty underwear helps make girls feel prettier,
even if they are not usually visible."
The logical conclusion of Charlotte's remark danced in my mind. I did
feel sort of pretty wearing the blue panties.
Charlotte focussed her attention on gathering the panties. She then
noticed
the wet panties. "How'd you manage to get this pair of blue panties
wet?''
"It was an accident, they fell in the sink,'' I lied.
"Now we can't return them! You'll have to keep them, or better yet
we'll give them to Lei. She's a size 6 also. Now take off the one you're
wearing; I'll wait outside. Hand it to me.''
She stepped outside and closed the door part way. I took off the
panties and handed it to her, then closed the door to get dressed. More
than ever I needed to relieve myself. The panties were all gone and I felt
crestfallen. There was nothing in the bathroom to put on. I closed my
eyes, soaped up my hand and this time I resuscitated the image inside
Charlotte's blouse while I gently stroked my member. The way her breasts
had started up out of chest, causing her white bra to fill out, like a
racing yacht in a gale force wind. I was just reflecting on the
unspeakable beauty of her white lacy slip sliding across the bra fabric,
when I came, emitting a silent scream.
******************
When I got back to the living room, my mom was trying to stifle Lei's
objection to the blue panties.
"Your brother only wore them for a few minutes!"
"But like Charlotte said, he got them wet. With what nasty liquid!"
"It was just in the sink!" I yelled.
"All right, all right," Charlotte said. "You two kids better not fight
when you stay here! Lei, we'll put the blue panties in the laundry and
they'll be as good as new for you. OK?"
Subdued, Lei said, "OK, Charlotte."
"Good," my mom said, "its time we left for home!"
We gathered our stuff and were about to leave, when Charlotte said,
"Lillian, I almost forgot," and she walked over to the coffee table and
reached for the Cosmo I had been reading earlier. "Here, take this issue
of Cosmo. A propos of our earlier conversation, there's some good advice
in there.
Ashen faced, I followed my mom and Lei to the elevator and out into the
street.
We walked toward the subway, and as we were descending down the steps to
the station, coming up out of it were two very pretty girls. We looked at
each other and then realized simultaneously that we knew each other: it was
Audrey and Linda.
"Mr. Mudd! What are you doing here?"
"Charlotte lives in that building," I said pointing up the street.
"What a coincidence! That's were I live, on the tenth floor!," Linda
said.
"I guess its a small world," I added.
I could see my mom and Lei getting impatient, and on impulse, I blurted
out that I'd be staying there for the summer. Linda told me to look her up
after I moved in: apartment 2T. I promised that I would.
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