Baby-blue

Blue was clearly the most manly of the options available. They were all feminine no matter what color they were, but I felt like baby-blue allowed my to retain some fraction of my masculinity.

Even still, it was beyond awkward pulling on panties for the first time. I stepped into them and slid them up my legs. They were so delicate it made my skin crawl. Pulling them in place against my cage and then releasing... the snap of the elastic as they tugged into place against my skin... I was mortified and completely ashamed.

The bra was even worse. It was clearly designed with my proportions, or lack thereof, in mind. The cups were fitted to the flatness of a male chest, with a slight amount of padding to conform to the natural curvature of a torso. It took me several minutes to figure out how to actually hook the clasp on the back, but I managed eventually.

When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so puny, so deplorably wimpy standing there in baby-blue panties and matching bra. The softness of blue mixed with the feminine touches of the panties and bra had the opposite effect from what I had hoped for. I looked more embarrassingly feminine than ever. It was as if I were wearing the fact that I was being sissified on my body; taking something somewhat masculine and completely making it over as something feminine.

I threw the rest of my clothes on quickly and came to my next difficult decision of the day.

Which Mistress to go to for inspection.