Paul's New Panties
by Anon
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After Paul's little accident, the ladies decided that he needed to change into some clean knickers. Paul asked the ladies if they had any spare panties for yhim. One by one Paul had to ask each of the strong sophisticated, immaculately dressed managers if they had any panties that he could borrow. First he asked Jayne and she said: "What colour are your favourites Paul?" He didn't know what to say so he blubbered out that his favourites were pink. "How adorable," said Jayne. "But Paul my spare panties are yellow and so you will have to ask someone else." "Jessica have you got any spare panties that I could borrow?" he asked. Jessica stared angrily at Paul. "When you address me, sissy, make sure that you call me ma'am." "Ma'am have you any spare panties that I can borrow?" "Well only sissies wear panties," said Jessica. "Are you a sissy?" she asked. Paul bowed his head in shame and whispered yes. "If that is true then you must ask me in a little sissy lisping voice." "Pleath mith could I haf some of your pwitty pantieth?" "I have only got blue panties," smirked Jessica. Paul turned to Amanda and had to repeat the question in a little girl's lisping voice. Amanda shouted at Paul, "How dare you believe that I Amanda would let you stretch my fine panties with your shrivelled up little wiener. Anyhow my spare panties are black." Paul turned to the last lady in the room, Amanda, and once again asked his embarrassing request. "Yes," said Amanda, "my spare panties are pink. However before you may wear them you must beg me to let you do so." "Pleath Amanda could I bowow your pwitty pink panties?" "Why do you need to borrow my panties?" Paul squirmed and wrung his hands together, "Because mith I am a little thithie and I like to wear pwitty panties." "Now Paul if this is the case you should not have a boy's name, should you?" "No mith." "What name should he have ladies?" Jessica suggested Paula Jayne suggested Paulette Susan suggest Henrietta and finally Amanda suggested Priscilla Periwinkle Pansy Panties, which was unanimously agreed upon. "Please recite your new name to us," cried Amanda. "Pwecilla Pewirinkle Panzi Panti, mith" "Right get your panties off then sissy and lets have some fun." Priscilla didn't like the sound of this but what choice did he have, With his panties and other clothes removed he was forced to kneel and lift his arms whilst the most frilly lacy and satin pink fully petticoated beribboned pink party dress was lowered over his head. It had a very short skirt which ballooned and billowed out at right angles from beneath his ribs. With nowhere for his arms to go he had to rest them in his lap. Much to the ooows and aarhs of the ladies. "So demure," said Jayne, "butter would melt, WOULD IT POPPET?" All this attention and fussing over his petticoats was having the normal affect on Priscilla whose little truncheon was standing straight out to attention. The dress was far too short to cover his modesty even when he tried to bend forward the petticoat just tickled his peeny causing it to throb with renewed vigour. "Right Priscilla you obviously like your new dress and must thank us and curtsey like the little girl you are." "But I don't know how to curtsey," Paul complained. "Do little girls talk like that? do they?" said Jayne, so angrily that it made Paul jump. "Sowie Mith I forgot my manerths, but I don't know how to curtsey mith." "Right," said Amanda, "we must demonstrate for you, now place your left foot behind your right and grasp the hem of your lovely dress between thumb and forefinger, lift the dress and bow at the same time, oh and don't forget to bend those knees." Priscilla was made to do lots of curtseys and at the same time was made to say, "I'm a pretty pantywaist mith." Which resulted in fits of giggling from the assembled ladies. Jessica handed Priscilla a piece of paper with some words on it for him to recite to the tune of "I'm A Little Teapot" "I'm a little princess, see my crown. I'm a little princess, see my gown. When I am sad, I never wear a frown. When I am happy, I dance around. I'm a little princess because I share. I'm a little princess because I care. When I am sad, I never wear a frown. When I am happy, I dance around." Priscilla was reluctant to start the dance but a slap on the legs from Amanda improved his focus "Work it Sissy." she said. Priscilla tried his very best and wiggled and cavorted along with the song doing all of the actions.The girls all cheered him on and offered up suggestions to make his dance even sexier. "Flick your skirt up, and pout those lips honey," they shouted. After fifteen recitals the girls seemed to be pleased with the result and said that Pricilla should perform it to the whole office. Pricilla stared open mouthed, this was his worst nightmare to act like a little girl but at the same time a dream come true as he recited the words in his lisping voice and danced a pretty dance for the ladies, flicking up his dress and swishing it from side to side. The ladies roared with laughter and captured the performance on a mobile phone. Priscilla's bobbing and the swishing and swaying of his petticoats had once again caused his clitty to twitch up and down. The women cheered and jeered and to his utter shame Priscilla once again spurted his sissy cream. It shot out all over the ladies who were disgusted with Priscilla, how dare he spray them. He was grabbed by the wrist and forced to lie over the desk where Jayne produced a ruler. She had an evil look in her eye and was getting quite excited at the prospect of spanking this lily white bottom. Jayne relished the opportunity and spanked Priscilla with wilful abandon, the wooden ruler hissed through the air and made red stripes across Priscilla's pert bottie. He was soon crying like a little baby girl, but even the sobbing couldn't dampen Jayne's enthusiasm and she was sweating by the time she had finished. Priscilla was a jibbering wreck with the rosiest of stripped bottoms. "Do as you're told or you will be given another dose of that medicine Priscilla," she said. As the sissy danced about rubbing his stinging bottom, Jessica had another wonderful idea, "Priscilla come here and kneel between my legs." Priscilla couldn't believe it as Jessica lifted her skirt over his head and pulled his face into her musty sex. She pushed him over onto his back and sat down onto his face with her panties covering his mouth and nose. The panties were dripping wet and Priscilla got to work by licking and sucking for all his worth. One by one the ladies sat on his face and were brought to orgasm by Priscilla's energetic tongue. Jayne was particularly rough whilst riding his face and at one point she was bucking up and down on him. She then grabbed his clitty and pumped it hard and fast until he was ready to spurt again. As she sensed his oncoming orgasm, she stopped abruptly and left him hanging and frustrated. After all the ladies were satisfied Priscilla was told to finish himself off, but he must do it to their instructions. *** Paul was eventually released by the man-eating sissy makers and was sent home with strict instructions to make certain purchases on his way. He looked at the list that had been thrust into his hand. It included: -a pair of pink rumba panties -a pair of sheer pink lace hold ups -a pink frilly top -and some pink heels. He left the offices in a daze and was so embarrassed having been found out and humiliated by his lady bosses that the task of making these purchases now seemed a straightforward task. He soon found himself in the shopping arcade and in his favourite charity shop. "I need to purchase these items ma'am," he said to the elderly shop assistant. "Wow," she said, "this is a full outfit and someone seems to like pink. Is it for your lady friend?" "No not exactly, it's for me, I am going to a fancy dress party," was the only lame excuse he could think of. "Oh I see," said the lady whose badge said Rosemary Fotheringay. "We have the occasional male in here on the pretence of buying a fancy dress outfit but it does usually include the undies as well. My you will make a very pretty girl when you're all dressed up in your frilly finery; I would really love to see that. Well lets' see what we have then young man, but I expect a thorough try on to make sure that everything fits, I couldn't possibly send you out of here with ill fitting clothing." This was going worse than Paul had expected and was about to take another turn for the worse when another lady shop assistant arrived. "What have we got here then Rose? He seems to be a little bit embarrassed, you haven't been upsetting him have you?" "Nonsense," said Rosemary. "This little pervert wants to get all dressed up as a sissy and is pretending to make believe it's just fancy dress." "No way," said Celia. Celia was a strong looking woman in her late twenties with a strong lithe physique that showed she was some sort of sports woman. "Perhaps he would like to wear one of my old netball skirts?" said Celia, confirming his thoughts. "Oh no Celia he has some very particular requirements, here see this list." "My oh my, you are going to look so lovely in pink; I can't wait to get started." Paul didn't know what to do but his shoulders slumped in total defeat and he felt so weak as Celia took his limp wrist and led him towards the changing rooms. "What's your name honey?" Celia asked him. "Paul," he mumbled. "No, your girly name silly," and before he could think of another answer he had blurted out "Priscilla Miss." "A very pretty name is Priscilla," smirked Celia, "Priscilla in Pink, ha ha," she laughed to herself. "Right into the changing rooms and off with those boys clothes, Prissy." This was getting worse thought Paul, now she was even abbreviating this horrid name. He slowly removed his jacket, shoes, socks and trousers and then looked down only to see that he still had on the pink satin lace frilled and beribboned pink panties. Oh no, he groaned and just as he held the frilled waistband to remove them, a strange sissy feeling came over him and his little popsicle instantly responded tenting the front of his panties. My oh my he felt so horny. Whilst lost in his thought, Paul didn't notice the curtain being yanked back only to reveal him to all those in the shop, which was now full of eager ladies. Apparently word had spread about the sissy makeover. "Oh my god," said Celia, "he really does love pink, take a look at those panties ladies, Prissy get your touché out here and parade round for your adoring fans." Celia yanked him by the arm and he found himself in a gaggle of girls who unceremoniously began to grab and squeeze his panty clad ass. Celia stopped him abruptly and swung him round to face her formidable physique. "Put on these," she said handing him some shocking pink 6 inch stilettos. With his feet squeezed into the heels he began to parade around the shop following the direction of the shrieking ladies. "Work it baby!" they shouted "and swing those hips honey." Prissy was made to parade around twenty times and the ladies seemed to get more excited with each new lap. He was groped and spanked and then finally Celia beckoned him to stop in front of her and Rosemary grabbed his panties and in one fluent movement had them pulled down to his ankles. His popsicle stood out at right angles and the girls all shouted, off off off. He was once again made to parade around the shop but this time naked apart from his pink heels and his panties around his ankles which meant that he could only make little mincing steps. One particular large lady spanked his ass on the way past and another grabbed his peenie hard which made him squeal like a girl. Rosemary ushered him into the changing room and quietened down the baying pack. "Now ladies, it's time for a little sissy fashion show, please calm down and all will be revealed." Rosemary stepped into the cubicle where Prissy was cowering and drew across the curtain for a little privacy. "Now Prissy, you must do exactly as I say or face the consequences of the crowd. What is it to be Prissy?" she asked as her hand snaked down between his legs and grabbed hold of his balls. "Total compliance bitch, or else I will have these as a souvenir," she said. "Yeth Mith," Prissy answered, frightened into regressing to a lisping voice. "What was that you said Prissy?" "Yeth Mith i will do anything." "How precious, Little Prissy," she said. "I know you will be a good little sissy, Prissy," as she squeezed hard on his plums, making him whimper. She then handed him a confection of pink lace and frills to put on and snapped, "Get to it Priss you have two minutes until your first curtain call." "Ready or not, come on out Priss," shouted Rosemary and as the curtain was pulled back there were gasps and sharp intakes of breathe from the audience as the crowd of ladies took in his dress which a frilliest of pink frou frou blouses open at the waist, to reveal a pair of frilly pink see-through panties which had their very own skirt and a pink wedding garter on each thigh holding up heavily laced sheer pink hold ups. As he was ushered forward by Celia and with his peenie bobbing excitedly, the women stared open mouthed as he minced forward with his wrist bent effeminately. As if on a catwalk, he strutted and minced with an exaggerated wiggle of his bottom. "My goodness what a pantywaist!" one lady remarked, whilst another couldn't resist grabbing and tugging his peenie. Much to all their amusement he gave out a girlie squeal and didn't even notice as Celia liberally applied a bright pink lipstick to his pouting lips. With all the women laughing and with the continued jeering ringing in his ears, the effeminate creature was once more overcome with feminine feelings, which resulted in a very public explosion of cum pumping into his panties which gushed and dripped through onto his shocking pink pumps. Wave after wave of girlie emotions coursed through his body as he continued to pump out his sissy juice. It all became too much for Priss who collapsed at the laughing ladies' feet. "Ring for an ambulance, Celia," said Rosemary. "He has gone into some sort of fit," as he lay on the floor with wave after wave of feminine pleasure pulsing at his groin as he continued to come. "Put him in the recovery position ready for the ambulance crew. They may have some medication to help his feminine feelings." Celia laughed as she noticed that the sissy was still cumming and cumming all over his pink stockings. *** BACK |