Crossdressing Stories: Head of the Class

“And all I have to do is to wear your panties from now till tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll do it. Where are your panties?”

“They are right here,” she said, dipping her hand into her bag.

Don was frowning as she rummaged through her hand bag. He was sure that she must have been kidding. But when she pulled them out, he gasped.

“You must be joking.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Those cannot be your panties.”

“Why?”

“Those cannot be a woman’s panties. Maybe a handkerchief, but surely not panties.”

She held it under the table and unwrapped it. And then he saw what it was- a woman’s panties.

“Are you satisfied now? They are not just a woman’s panties but my own panties, Don.”

Still, he shook his head vigorously. “No. I don’t want to believe this.”

“And why?”

“Why? How can you ask me why?”

“I want to know why you are so full of doubt.”

“Well, it’s because…because…No, stop it. Do you want to tell me that you are currently not putting on any panties?”

© 2020 Hellen Heels (Hljóðbók): 9781664905788

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Hljóðbók: 27 december 2020