Lingerie Liberation

Before I tore the last bit of paper, I looked at the label. There it was. My name printed on the address. Candace Turrill. Back home everyone called me, "Cade." Didn't like it, but didn't have a choice. Now I have a choice and it will be Candy now.

I opened the box and pulled out my gift to myself. I held my very first bra and panties set that was all mine, not my sister's. It was red with lace trim. An adorable little rosebud in the center of the bra. I tossed the box among all the other boxes, still unpacked from the move. The other bra and panties fell among the boxes. I stripped off the white cotton top and plaid skirt.

I slowly, regally donned my own bra and panties. My very first bra and panties set. I put it on and took it off several times. I didn't have to hide it from anyone or worry if I didn't put it back the exact same way I found it. I could leave them out in the open and not worry. I put a T-Shirt and jeans over my own bra and panties. Anyone could see the bra under the T-shirt.

Not only was this my first day in my apartment. It was my first day on the job. So I had to hurry over there. I'd think about unpacking now. Unpacking could wait. Most of it was boy clothes which would be donated as soon as I could replace them with my own personally owned feminine attire.

Now off to work.