He only had to wear the dress for a few minutes, so his mother could fix the hem… but that was just her ploy to get him into it. If Peter knew then what he knows now, he’d never have stepped into that dress!
“But… you said…” he stammered as he looked fearfully at the panties. “…you only wanted to check the hem and then I could take it off!”
“Well if I’d said Let’s see how your new dress looks you’d have run a mile,” I replied.
He stared at me in disbelief. Of course, he’d have run a mile but now the dress is on, he’s not running anywhere. His eyes dropped to the panties I held.
“Aren’t they pretty?” I grinned. “They match your dress perfectly.”