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Dressing Up
(Giselle Renarde)

They were predictably pink.

Not all Max's panties were pink, but most were.  Various shades??"hot pink, baby pink, some rosy, almost red.  These ones were blush, like wine.  They were mesh, a fine almost glossy fabric, and sheer enough that if you caught them at the right angle you could see straight through.

Max didn't always spend this much time staring in the mirror. He wore women's panties every day now.  His little treat.  He deserved to feel good, so why not?  It was rare that he used the urinal at work??"he'd never been a fan.  He preferred to pee in private.

Besides, he didn't need everyone getting in his business.  Secrets were secret for a reason.  It's not that he felt ashamed.  Well, okay, maybe he felt a little ashamed, but not as much as he used to.  Panties were part of life now.  Sure they were his favourite part of any outfit, but they were still just clothing.  It's not like they were sex.

Which is not to say panties didn't make him think about sex.  Every time he slipped into a fresh pair and felt that sheer light-weight fabric against the sensitive flesh of his balls, a hot shudder ran through him.  When he pulled on a pair of panties and the elastin material snapped against his dick, it always hardened just a bit.  And sometimes more than a bit.

And sometimes a lot more.