Linda started the conversation with the small talk, and the basic events of the family.

She was hesitant to mention Bobby and the panties.

Monica knew when her little sister was bothered by something.

Linda was glad that she was asked what was wrong.

She told her older sister about finding the lingerie under her son’s mattress.

She told her about how sometimes she thought Becky was in her things.

Now she was wondering if it was Bobby.

The two spoke for some time.

“What do you think I should do?” Linda asked

“It could just be a phase.”

“That is what I am hoping.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“Not yet. That is why I called, to get your opinion and advice.”

“I watched a show about boys who like to wear girl’s clothes. It isn’t that uncommon.”

“It wasn’t that guy in the morning with the weird people.”

“No it was that doctor guy in the afternoon.”

“Oh, he is good, I like him. What did he have to say?”

“Be supportive, it is very important that Bobby knows he is loved.”

“Thanks, Sis, I knew you would help.”

They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.

She loved her son and he should know that.

She wondered, did he? He had been quiet and withdrawn lately.

She had worried that he was becoming depressed.

That night Mrs Strikler came to a resolution.

Her only concern was how Becky would react.

 

Becky was surprised by her Mom’s suggestion that Bobby should be her dress form.

She did not want him near any of her stuff, let alone her prom dress.

She was certain that her mother did not try very hard to borrow a dress form.

She was about to complain when her mother produced the pink bra and panty set.

Becky did an excellent job of acting shocked when Mrs Strikler explained where she found the lingerie.

Becky understood what her mother was doing.

She wanted to laugh. This was better than she had hoped.

“Do you think he is gay?” Becky asked.

She had always thought him quire, but not in that way.

“I don’t know?” Mrs Strikler tried not to sound negative.

“Well if he wants the panty and bra he can have them,” Becky started thinking of other things she could get him to wear.

Mrs Strikler hugged Becky,

“Bobby is lucky to have such an understanding and loving sister.”

“You’re kidding,”

I could not believe what mom was asking.

“No I’m not. It will save us money and you will be helping your sister.”

“Mom I can’t wear a dress.”

“It’s not like you will be wearing it. You will just be fitting it.”

“But I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“I’m a boy.”

Mrs. Strikler thought Bobby would have jumped at the chance to wear the dress.

Not only was he being given permission,

it was her idea.

She wondered if she misjudged the situation.

The way he was acting she had doubts about her decision.

“I told you he wouldn’t help me,” Becky stated flatly.

“He only thinks of himself.”

“No, I don’t,” I retorted, “You’re the selfish one.”

“Then you’ll do it?” Mom asked.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“I guess, but she can’t tell anyone.

If kids in school find out, I’ll be beat-up.”

Mom assured me, “She won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise,” Becky said, thinking, ‘The hell I won’t.’

“You’ll find a bra and panty set in your top draw.”

Mrs. Strikler could tell by Bobby’s expression he did not understand her statement,

“You will need to wear them.”

“What!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why?”

“You need to be as close to Becky’s shape as I can make you.”

“Mom! Must I?”

“Yes.”

I went to my bedroom.

In my top draw was the pink bra and panty set.

I remembered them from the other night.

They were very soft .

The other night when I took them out of the dryer I wondered what they would be like to wear.

Now, I was about to find out.

I striped out of my clothes and held the panty up, uncertain about putting them on.

It was strange.

I was drawn to them yet afraid to wear them.

There was something appealing and comforting about the lingerie.

Having those feelings was scary.

What would it mean if I wore them?

Slowly I stepped into the panty.

The way the elastic hugged my buns and the smoothness of the fabric was an incredible sensation.

Tantalized, I rubbed my hands over my bottom, and then suddenly became embarrassed that I was enjoying wearing the panties.

My fear of deriving pleasure from lingerie had been realized.

I held the bra in front of my chest.