The lingerie shop

"Erika's, obviously." Your mother says the name of the local boutique where she gets her beautiful lingerie with a smile and you gush with excitement. Molly joins you in your joyful exuberance as you gleefully follow along behind your mother. Erika's is named for its owner, Erika Lambert, and carries various designer brands as well as Erika's own small collection. For special customers, they have also been known to take on commissions for custom designs. As you approach the shop you see several mannequins in the windows in front of red curtains that hide the rest of the shop, each adorned in silk, lace, cute bows, and beautiful patterns. You stop dead in your tracks and gaze at the mannequin nearest the door to the shop. You see a beautiful pink garter belt with white floral lace details attached to a pair of matching sheer pink stockings with white lace tops. A pair of almost transparent lace hipster panties in the same cherry blossom shade with white floral details and a matching bralette. You never knew you'd like something so pink, but you have to have it, you need to feel it on your skin. You feel another sharp pain as your clitty twitches in your chastity but you ignore it and continue to stare, transfixed.

"Quinn!" You finally hear Molly's voice and you snap out of it.

"Huh? What?" You say dumbly, looking at Molly with a vacant expression. Your mother laughs.

"See something you like already sweet little sissy?" Your mother says with a smile. Molly giggles as your mother takes your hand. "C'mon. Inside is even better." She purrs and ushers you through the door. The shop is tastefully appointed in neutral tones which highlights the colorful merchandise. You see aisles and aisles, row after row of beautiful lingerie ranging from cute and practical but always sexy to wantonly slutty in every color imaginable. A few smartly dressed women about your mother's age casually stroll the through the store, shopping through the colorful offering. You smile with a glee you've never felt for any candy store. Behind the counter stands Johanna, Erika's daughter and part-time employee. Your heart stops and your happiness turns to panic when you realize you went to high school with her, she graduated a year ahead of you and Molly. She moves to greet the three of you as you walk in.

"Hello Miss Palmer. How have you been?" She addresses your mother first as she approaches from the back of the shop.

"Just wonderful, Johanna, thank you." She replies ushering you forward.

"Hey Molly!" She says happily as she approaches closer, your heart beating faster with each step toward her. Molly waves in reply with a bright smile.

"Hey Jo!" She says as you come to meet in the middle of the shop. Johanna turns to you and you freeze, caught in her gaze. Her eyes are dark green, like her mother's if you remember correctly, and her chestnut hair falls in waves down past her shoulders. She's wearing a black skirt and pantyhose with short heels and a dark purple shirt. She looks at you for a moment but you see no spark of recognition in her face.

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of your custom." She says to you in the overly formal tone you suppose her mother insists she use with new customers.

"ugh..." Your voice catches in your throat. You're too caught up wondering whether she will recognize your voice if you speak. Before you can come to a conclusion on whether you ever actually spoke more than two words to her in school, Molly grabs your other arm.

"This is Quinn!" She says in a cheery tone, grinning. "She's a little shy today." Johanna gets a perplexed look and then regards you with a searching gaze making you burn with humiliation.

"Quinn?" She says, then turning back to Molly. "From school?"

"Yep!" Molly says without a care for your mortification as you blush deeply. "She's so cute now isn't she?" Johanna doesn't have time to respond before you hear a smokey feminine voice coming from the doorway to the stockroom and office area.

"Angela?! How are you dear?" The voice says as the woman it belongs to emerges through the doorway behind it. It's Johanna's mother, Erika. She's wearing a tight black skirt with black stockings and heels and white shirt with a plunging neckline revealing her ample cleavage and sleeves pulled back slightly on her forearms. Her hair, matching her daughter's chestnut shade, is up in a loose bun. Her dark green eyes shine out like emeralds from behind a pair of gold framed spectacles attached to a chain around her neck. She quickly walks to your mother and wraps her in a light embrace.

"Never better." She says returning the gesture. Johanna continues to eye you with confusion at first but your stomach begins to tie itself in knots as you notice quiet amusement growing in her stare.

"And this must be Quinn, hopelessly tomboyish but adorable nonetheless." Erika turns now to you with a beaming smile. She is as tall as your mother and you look up at her with a terrified shyness. Your mother looks at you expectantly.

"Quinn? Say hello to my friend Erika." She says, correcting your manners.

"H-hello..." You manage to squeak out. Erika wraps you in a quick hug, you get a whiff of her perfume, as enchanting as your mother's.

"Hello my darling." She says with a chuckle as she turns back to your mother. "The shy ones are always the cutest."

"Indeed." Johanna speaks again with a twisted smile as she now looks at you with a hungry expression. You're warming up as your panic and embarrassment reach new highs. She knows and you bet it's only a matter of time before everyone you ever met knows as well that you're a little panty boy. You feel Molly take your hand and give it a gentle squeeze. You look at her and see her smiling warmly, quietly encouraging you to relax. You're so glad you have her support.

"Well, we absolutely have to get her into my fitting room." Erika says with a clap. "These rags simply will not do." She gestures around the main shop floor. Apparently there is a reserve inventory for favored customers. She grabs your wrist and pulls you along with her, while Molly and your mother follow quickly behind. She takes you into the. Thankfully Johanna has to stay up front to watch the shop. As Erika drags you across the threshold, she turns to speak again. "I was just finishing up some lovely pieces, I can't tell you how excited I was when you told me Angela." She turns and smiles as you enter her fitting room. It is decorated in neutral colors with a few chairs, a table, a set of full length mirrors, a privacy screen, and another door on the other side of the room. Erikia gestures to the chairs and invites Molly and your mother to take a seat while you're left to stand awkwardly as she disappears through the door.

"I'm so excited!" Molly squeals as she plops down in the chair, flashing her bare pussy to you under her obscenely short skirt. You feel your clitty twitch a little in the cage and try not to look. Your mother waits patiently and quietly, regarding you with a predatory look. The door swings open and Erika returns holding several boxes. Molly claps and squeals again as she lays them down on the table. You stare wide-eyed as she opens the first and pulls out the most beautiful article of clothing you've ever seen. A lacy sky blue teddy with white floral lace and a plunging neckline. The sight of it takes your breath away for a moment.

"Aww speechless? Perfect!" Erika's voice snaps you out of your daze and you realize she is holding the garment out to you expectantly. You stutter and mumble some incoherent nothing as you take the smooth fabric in your hands. You run your fingers through it, savoring the smooth delight. Erika retrieves a pair of sheer white stockings with matching lace tops and hands them to you as well before hurrying you behind the privacy screen to change. After staring at the material in your hands a while longer, you begin tearing off your clothes as fast as you can. You pull the delicate teddy up your legs, feeling the soft material brush against your smooth legs feels like heaven. You've been reticent but the experience of that smooth lace as it comes to lovingly cradle your two little balls eliminates all your doubts. You never want to wear anything but smooth feminine underwear forever. Guys are just missing out. You finish pulling the teddy on and get it adjusted, feeling it hug your skin like a soft, silky glove. As you reach up and take one of the stockings down you hear your mother's voice.

"Be careful with those sweetie, they're quite delicate. Bunch them up and put your toe in the end before pulling them up slowly."

"Yes mommy." You say as you insert your foot into the sheer stocking with utmost caution. You shiver with pleasure once more as you pull the first stocking up. You repeat the process with your other leg and let out a small moan of pleasure prompting the women to giggle.

"Enjoying yourself sweetie?" Your mother says, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness.

"Hurry up! I wanna see!" You hear Molly, excited to see how you look. You do some final adjusting, take a deep breath, and step out from behind the screen. Your clitty continues to twitch uncontrollably as you feel the silky sheer fabric on your skin. Molly is the first to react. "Oh. MY. GOOOOOOOOOOD!" She screams, beaming at you with adoration.

"Amazing." Erika says as she surveys her work.

"You look wonderful sweetie." Your mother says with an approving smile. Molly hops up and runs to you.

"Turn around, you have to see yourself!" She says as she grabs your shoulders and spins you around. You see a cute, somewhat underdeveloped girl staring back at you from the mirror. The light blue of the teddy perfectly matches her eyes, the sheer white stockings along with her shy stance give her a look of inviting innocence, and she might be called pretty if not for her boyish haircut. Your heart stops as you realize it's you in the mirror.

"I... I..." You don't know what to say. Your transfixed by your own reflection. The way the teddy hugs your body, accentuating your hips in such a cute way. The stockings wrapped around your smooth legs. Everything looks so cute and perfect and you just can't form a coherent thought, too lost in the vision before you. Molly turns to your mother with a devious grin.

"I think she likes it." She says. You turn to her, your mouth still hanging agape.

"I... I love it." You almost whisper. Molly smiles and wraps you in a warm embrace. The feeling of her hands running over the material as it clings to your skin drives you wild.

"You look adorable Quinn! You're never wearing anything else, you're too cute for dumb boy clothes." She says into your ear with her sweet encouraging tone as she rubs your back and sends more shivers down your whole body. Part of you still wants to disagree, to rebel against all this. Some quiet little voice in the back of your mind is still screaming for you to snap out of it, to fight. But you don't want to. You love the feeling of the lingerie on your skin too much. You never realized how cute you could look. Through the sensations of the frilly garment, the warmth you feel in Molly's loving embrace, one overriding emotion takes hold. Your so thankful to your mother for making you wear panties. You would never have known.

I have to listen to Mommy. You think. She obviously knows what's best for me. This time the thoughts are not automatic, they're real and genuine. Molly releases you from the hug and you turn to your mother who is beaming from her chair. You turn to her and realize tears have begun to form in your eyes. You walk toward her and fall to your knees, throwing your arms around her.

"Thank you so much mommy." You sob as she returns the embrace. As always, you feel so safe and warm and loved in her arms.

"Shh sweetie, I know." She says as she extricates herself from your embrace. She gingerly wipes your tears away and cups your face. "You'll ruin your makeup." She says with another smile, prompting one from you as well.

"Sorry mommy." You say sweetly.

"That's ok sweet sissy. We'll teach you how to keep it perfect." You continue to stare up at her with adoration and quickly wrap her in another tight embrace. The next hour is one frilly blur. Erika prepared a selection especially for you at your mother's request. You try on all manner of feminine, lacy undergarments, each one more lovely and more beautiful than the last. As the time passes you grow more comfortable and with Molly and your mother's encouragement, soon your walking up and down the fitting room like a runway model. Strutting about in your cute, frilly lingerie. You try on a sexy red bra and panty set. You don't know how to work the bra so Erika comes to help you.

"Don't worry, you'll fill out in time." She smiles and you blush as she fastens the hooks and adjusts the cups over your sensitive pecks. You've never really been all that muscular but lately your chest has been looking downright flabby and your nipples have been crazy sensitive. Once you pull on the black stockings which complete the set, you walk out to more cheers and adoration from Molly and your mother. You look in the mirror and strike a daring pose, prompting a little teasing from Molly but you don't care. You look great and you know it. Once you're done with the boxes Erika brought she retrieves more, and then more, and then even more. Finally, after you think you must've tried on everything in the store there is one box left. Your mother smiles as she reaches to open it. Inside you find the same beautiful pink and white set that first caught your eye outside the shop. You forget yourself completely and squeal in unison with Molly as you grab the box and hurry behind the screen once more. You pull on the lacy hipster style panties and attach the garter belt like Erika already showed you. You manage to get yourself into the bra and pull the stockings up your legs before stepping out once again. As you approach the mirror, your breath is taken away once more. It's perfect, pink and white and perfect. There's no doubt, this is your favorite. The frilly lace on the back of the hipsters makes your butt look so good, good enough to eat. You twist and turn and admire yourself in the mirror. Totally lost once again in your own reflection.

"Aww she looks amazing." You turn quickly, alarmed to hear Johanna's voice. You see her standing in the doorway to the rest of the shop, with a devilish grin. The sudden intrusion reminds you of your humility and you blush deeply, unsure of what to do.

"OHMYGOD RIGHT?" Molly breaks the tension. "I can't believe it took you this long to try this Quinn. It's a shame you kept all this cuteness hidden."

"T-thanks." You manage to stammer out in reply to her jovial rebuke.

"Shy all the sudden?" Erika asks with a mocking smile.

"Don't mind me, I just wanted to see what needs to be wrapped up?" Johanna says quickly. Giving you a reassuring look finally which calms you.

"Everything!" Molly quickly chirps, prompting a chuckle from your mother. You look at her with a pleading look. You can't choose, everything is too amazing.

"Aww how can I refuse such a sweet little sissy." Your mother says with a loving smile. You look at Molly and the both of you let out girlish squeals. You run to your mother once again and give her another tight hug, the smell of her perfume filling your nostrils.

"Thank you mommy!" You say as Johanna and Erika begin to busy themselves wrapping up your purchases. You take a few choice favorites with you and arrange for the rest to be delivered. There are simply too many boxes to carry.