Sam enjoyed dressing in his sister’s clothes whenever the
opportunity arose. Sam had no idea Cynthia knew he was doing this. Of course,
how could she not know? A boy can’t put a girl’s clothes back exactly like he
found it. And the smells. A girl can tell when a boy was having fun in her
panties.
Before long Sam grew the courage to steal a panty from
Cynthia and wear them all day. Then he decided to spend a night in her
lingerie. Cynthia would never know, Sam reasoned. How could she? She has so
many.
The next morning Sam woke to a new feeling. He rolled out of
bed and walked into the bathroom. As he walked past the mirror he stopped cold.
Any sleepiness was gone. His eyes shot wide open as he stared at his body that
filled out the lingerie perfectly. “How ya doing, brother?” Sam nearly jumped
out of his skin as Cynthia snuck up behind him. Sam was at a loss for words. “Yeah,
I knew all the while what you were doing. I bought a little bottle of nanites,”
Cynthia said twirling the finger sized vile in front of Sam, “and signed a
contract with the modeling agency for you. Now you can parade around in
lingerie all day, Amanda.”
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