Lacy Cream Ch. 03

Part 7

I clutched both cards in a death grip. I had no idea how I got so mixed up in girls underwear and other gay things. Also had no idea why I liked it so much. I thought about the conversation I'd had with Shane, how he warned me that Marsha turned guys gay, or that she brought out hidden desires in them. I wondered if I'd been harboring a desire to suck cocks and get fucked my whole life. Did I secretly want to have sex with my best friend, did I want to suck his cock. I had to admit, those things excited me more I thought about them. I'd seen Shane's cock before and if I remembered right, he was quite a bit bigger than me but still smaller than the big plug Marsha had in me by the end of the night.

I'd walked across the entire town of Mallard in what felt like no more than thirty seconds. I'd been so preoccupied in thought that I didn't even realize I was home until I twisted the knob on the front door. I wasn't ready to be home though, there was so much I still needed to figure out. Having to answer to my mothers new found restrictions wasn't something I wanted to deal with.

I tried sneaking inside and even closed the door to my bedroom as though the slightest sound might make a bomb go off. I tossed my back pack on the bed and dropped Marsha's card on top then started pacing back and forth. I couldn't think, I needed a reset... I needed a tug and a shower.

I grabbed a towel and scurried off to the bathroom, dropped my clothes in a pile and jumped inside. I let the scalding water fall across my neck as I remembered the things I'd done. I looked down at my hairless body, my cock was stuck in a half hard state and I couldn't resist a pull.

Thoughts of my body covered in lingerie quickly filled my thoughts and my cock was hard as a rock. I slid my hand between my legs and touched my asshole as I jacked off. It was still stretched and my fingers slid in with little resistance. I pushed two fingers inside and gasped. It felt so good to feel a little full again. My ass gripped at my fingers in much the same way that Marsha's pussy did when I fingered her. It was almost like my asshole had become my pussy, or my ass pussy...

"Creak..." the door to the bathroom opened even though I know I for sure locked myself inside. "oh sorry, I didn't know someone was in here, is that you Tyson," my mom asked.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," I said freezing in place with my fingers still in my ass.

"Okay sweetheart," my mother said.

She completely killed the mood and nothing would bring it back, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get hard enough without thinking my mom could walk in on me again. I suds'd up and rinsed off then jumped out of the shower. I'd planned on just wearing the same clothes again since they were all fresh out of the laundry but they were gone. My mother had taken my clothes and... the purple bikini panties Marsha had given me.

"What the fuck," I cursed under my breath.

Wrapped in a towel, I return to my room to find the contents of my pack dumped across the bed. The red sequined dress I wore around the block was folded on top of the white summer dress that I wore for Marsha's mother. The rest of the stuff was left where it fell and the card from Marsha was obviously moved and likely read. I felt completely violated by the invasion of my privacy and irritated that she'd gone through my stuff. I didn't even know Marsha put the dresses in my back pack either and couldn't help but to be irritated with her for putting them in there in the first place.

I just sat on my bed wondering how to get myself out of the shit I'd gotten into. My mother might not know everything I'd been up to but she knew enough to obviously make my life more difficult. I just wanted things to go back how they were before the night of the party. I just wanted my mom to stop invading my privacy. Had she never walked in while I was passed out she'd have been completely clueless and everything would still be fine. I'd only have to worry about how I was going to buy a bunch of panties from the store.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Who is it," I said.

She didn't even say who it was. She just opened the door and stuck her head through. "Honey, are you okay," my mom asked.

"Fine, what do you want," I said hearing the anger in my voice.

"I just wanted to know that you were alive," She said.

"Well I'm alive, okay."

"No last night when I thought you'd been killed or something. I mean, we just talked about this Ty..." mom said. It was weird because she rarely ever called me Ty, it was always my full name and it almost sounded like she was going to call me Tylee rather than Tyson. I knew she'd read the note from Marsha and I was even more mad. I didn't want to have to explain myself to her. Hell, I hadn't even thought much about that shit myself.

"Yeah, sorry... I fell asleep," I said to continue Marshas lie.

"I was still worried. Then you came home and didn't even tell me you were home. I thought you were on drugs or something so I went through your things..." mom said.

"Did you take my clothes from the bathroom too," I asked knowing she had.

"Well, they have to be dirty, you'd been wearing them for a couple days by then. They're just in the dryer now," She said.

"There already in the dryer," I said in disbelief. It took Marsha several hours to wash the clothes the first time and even then it was like they barely came out of the dryer right before I had to leave.

"How long does it take to do a load of laundry," I asked.

"Just under an hour, they're almost done if you're really worried about it. I was going to wash your dresses too but they seemed pretty clean so I didn't," mom said. Marsha had me in a dress all day when it only took an hour to wash my clothes in the first place. I was both irritated with her and thankful at the same time. I'd had a lot of fun with her but I didn't know why she made me think my clothes barely got done before I left. 'Right out of the dryer' I remembered she said about my clothes.

"Okay, well thanks," I said dismissively.

"Look, I'm not trying to be that mom but I'm worried about you sweetie, I tried to explain that to you the other night but then you left and didn't even tell me you weren't coming home. If you're going to live here, you're going to communicate with me better, otherwise you can move out. I don't think I'm asking for too much. Tell me where you're going and when you're going to be home that's all," mom said.

"So you're kicking me out now, great... that's just awesome," I said.

Mom wrapped me up in her arms and squeezed me so hard my ears popped. I'd been so wrapped up in thought that I didn't get dressed beyond a pair of shorts and my bright pink toenails almost seemed to glow. I tried covering my nails with my foot but they were still quite visible.

"Just a call, or text... hey mom, gonna stay at Marsha's tonight, I'll be home tomorrow. That's all I want okay," mom said.

"Yeah, I'll try to do better, can we be done now," I said.

"Yeah, I'll bring your clothes when they're done, okay," She said.

I needed some polish remover like really bad. I couldn't run around with bright pink toes anymore. I could probably get away with a dark color but pink was way too girly and everyone would know what a sissy I'd become. I needed to remove it or something but I didn't have any remover. I searched the bathroom and even the kitchen but nothing... then I remembered I had a sister that painted her nails. Julie had to have some remover and she wasn't home so I could borrow some without her questioning why I'd need it.

It didn't feel right rummaging through my sisters room but she had everything I'd wanted with my new found infatuation. Her bedroom smelled so nice and while not nearly as pink as Marsha's, it was also decorated in a feminine manner.

I searched her vanity and spotted a few earrings. I couldn't help but to hold them up to my ears to see how they'd look on me. I had to admit, I didn't look half bad with pierced ears. I'd love to wear some long dangly earrings like Julie's. Maybe I could use some of my graduation money to get my ears pierced. I'd probably want to do it before I went shopping for panties. I couldn't imagine having my ears done while a bag of lingerie sat right next to me.

I saw a bright red fabric through the mirror and realized my mother had done Julie's laundry too. She never put anything away, I always thought she did that more to let us know she'd done something for us. My mother had folded what looked like a spaghetti strap tank top and placed it on the top of Julie's pile. It wasn't like any other tank top I'd seen. It was smooth and slick. It even shimmered in the light. Julie's top was nicer than anything I had in my closet and I had to know what it felt like against my skin. I held it up to my body and looked at myself in the mirror. It felt so wonderful and I knew it would look great once I put it on.

I was in the process of smoothing the slick fabric over my chest when the door opened and my sister waltzed in completely unaware I was putting her clothes on.

"Holy... what the fuck at you doing in my... hey, that's my camisole! Why are you wearing my fucking camisole! Mom, mom..." Julie screamed.

"Yes Honey," my mom hollered back.

"Wait, wait, it's not what it looks like, I was just looking for some polish remover, I didn't mean to put this on, I swear," I tried. Julie wasn't having it. She stormed out and left me alone still wearing her super soft camisole. I didn't have time to do anything but run away. I locked myself in my bedroom, not that it would do any good and realized I was still wearing Julie's top.

"Why am I like this," I whispered.

I could hear them arguing downstairs and I wished I'd have stayed for just a minute longer. Maybe then I might have found some polish remover but I didn't. On the bright side, mom returned my clothes, purple panties and all folded just like Marsha had folded them. The panties were in a tiny little square on top of my shirt and jeans. I stripped the camisole off and got dressed in record time. I threw the dresses in the closet, grabbed the cards and bolted out the door before the shit really hit the fan.

"GTG, can't think in that house RN," I text to my mother.

"What's going on, what happened," mom text back.

"Dunno," I replied.

"Julie said Marsha is making you do these things. Is that true, are you being forced to wear girls things," mom asked.

"No, not being forced," I said.

"Then you want to dress like a girl. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have put you in that dance class. I'm sorry. It's not your fault," mom said.

"Not talking about this," I said.

Mom text a few more times trying to get me to go home but I ignored my phone until my feet ached too much to move. I sat on the curb and thought about what I wanted out of life and where I saw myself in five years. Nothing came to me... Maybe the internet could tell me what the problem was. I searched 'what's wrong with me' and five depression quizzes later I figured out I was just fine.

Next... 'why do I want to be a girl' I perused page after page of information on the exact things that had me so messed up. The evolution of my search had me viewing clothes for transgender women and the best things to get for my body type. A 'What's your style' quiz popped up and I couldn't resist. I was hooked on quizzes. I answered question after question about my style until the quiz kicked out a complete outfit recommendation and I remembered the gift card Marsha gave me. I knew I had to order everything. Luckily it came out just under my $50 budget and in seven days I'd have my outfit.

I closed the tabs on my phone and realized I still need to figure some shit out in my head. I hadn't ever really been happy until I met Marsha. I hadn't really ever been comfortable until the night of the party and then the next day in her panties... even when I put Julie's camisole on, I was more comfortable in my own skin in that moment than I have been since. I completely enjoyed taking the girly quizzes and finding my style. I tried to think of what I might have done a month before but the voice of straight laced Tyson had gone quiet after... after I managed to suck on my own...

Maybe I've always been a little antisocial because I've been so uncomfortable, maybe I've never made many friends because I don't like who I am. Maybe I never applied myself because I wasn't in sync with myself. Maybe I needed a change. I got up and walked some more with a new outlook on things. My legs moved more freely and I actually held my head up. I was close to the mall so I figured, why the hell not. I reached in my pocket and felt the gift card Marsha had given me. I was headed to the lingerie store to figure out what kind of girl I was inside.

I didn't realize how nervous I'd become the closer I got to the store. It was within sight but it felt like my legs were made of cement. I could see all the girly fabrics in the windows and I could imagine how nice they'd feel but I froze. I guess it was probably the remnants of Tyson being snuffed out by Tylee because my legs finally managed to deliver me to my destination.

"Hi, can I help you," a young woman said. I recognized her from my class... my first senior class. Her name tag said Aleshia but I remembered her as Marie for some reason. She has obviously fake red hair that cascaded around her round face and down her shoulders. She wore what looked like the store uniform. A black shirt with buttons straining to cover an ample bosom and black slacks that hugged her wide hips and juicy round ass. She was cute enough to instantly make me act weird.

"Um, yeah... I need some panties," I said.

Aleshia raised her eyebrow and said. "Well you've come to the right place. Who are they for," she asked.

I had two options right then and probably should have gone with the latter but the first thing to fall out of my mouth was... "They're for me."

The blood instantly rushed into my face as I realized what I'd said. I was so embarrassed. I didn't even like shopping for boy underwear, why did I think being Tylee would be any different. Underwear is such a personal item. I couldn't imagine anyone except maybe a couple people knowing what kind of panties I wore let alone some girl I used to go to school with.

"That's so awesome, I've been trying to talk Kurt into trying on my panties but he's like 'I'm not gay' and shit. How long have you been wearing panties," Aleshia asked

"Um... just a few days." I said looking at the floor.

"Why did you start," She asked.

I thought about telling her I'd begged Marsha to wear them but knew that would only embarrass me more so I pretended like the day I'd cum all over myself was the first time.

"I spilled a drink on myself and my girlfriend insisted we wash my clothes but I couldn't just sit around her house naked so she borrowed me some underwear and... a dress," I said.

"Really, a dress too... I love dresses. I'd love to get Kurt in a dress but I think panties will probably be easier at first," She said.

I looked around hoping no one was listening in on our conversation but found it was just the two of us. It made me feel a little better but I was still worried someone might come in and see me shopping for panties. I'd barely decided to do what Marsha said, I hadn't planned on only wearing girls clothes. I only agreed to panties and a bra.

"Oh, sorry... you didn't come in here to hear about my things. You're just here for underwear. What size do you wear," She asked.

I didn't know. I'd never cared enough to check. "I don't know... I've never checked. I don't even know how to find out," I said.

"Well... are you wearing panties right now," She asked.

I sure as hell hadn't planned on showing anyone my panties but Aleshia twisted around behind me and pulled my pants down like some mother might check her baby's diaper. She pulled my panties up my ass crack and looked at the back until I twisted away from her.

"Large... I think I'm a large," I said.

"Oh, sorry... my manager says I'm a little too handsy. That's why they make me work first thing in the morning. No one comes in but someone has to be here. I don't think you're a large. I wear a large and you're a lot smaller than me. Why don't we go to a dressing room and look," she said pointing to the dressing rooms.

"Yeah, I'll check em'" I said.

"They're really pretty. We sell those exact panties here. The label is on the hip," She said.

I closed the curtain and dropped my pants. I checked inside the hip of the panties but nothing. "I'm not seeing anything in there," I hollered out.

I expected her to tell me somewhere else the tag might be. I didn't expect her to pull the curtain back and help me look.

"Those are really pretty panties," She said.

I froze. I couldn't move as she pulled at my panties to check the size. She checked both hips, then the back again and stood back wearing a defeated look. "I don't know. I know those are our panties but there isn't a label anywhere. Did you cut the label out," She asked.

"I don't know... they're Marsha Fjords panties, you'd have to ask her.

"Oh, you're dating Marsha, she's really pretty. Maybe she cut the tag out. They can get irritating sometimes. I think she wears a small. Lemme grab you a small to try on. Wait here okay," She said as she pulled the curtain closed.

"I don't know where wise I'm gonna go," I mumbled.

Aleshia shoved a pair of soft pink panties through the curtain and told me to try them. "Let me know when you've got them on okay," She said.

The panties were small and quite see through. I hoped they'd fit but they didn't look anywhere near my size. I shucked my pants into a pile and slipped out of my purple panties then stepped into the pink things Aleshia handed me. They were far too small and would barely slide up my legs. If I stretched them, I could get them on but I'd ruin them for sure.

I peeked my head out the curtain to tell Aleshia that they were too small and I almost ran my face into the back of her head. She was guarding the curtain with her life even though I was the only customer. Luckily she didn't see me and I tucked my head back inside to tell her they were too small. I was already pushing them down my legs when she pulled the curtain open to see. I froze mid push, my cock had pumped up to half mast and was already almost at attention.

"Oh my," She said as she clamped her hand over her mouth. Her face went bright red but she couldn't look away. "That doesn't look too small," She mumbled. I didn't think she could get any redder but her color darkened until I thought she might pass out. I was also feeling close to passing out and was so relieved when she slowly backed out and closed the curtain. I thrust the panties out the crack and Aleshia took them from me. Less than a minute later she returned with another pair of panties.

"Try these," she said.

She pushed a black bikini through the curtain and stepped back. I was relieved when she didn't open the curtain again as my cock was rock hard. I couldn't tell if the panties fit because of how hard I was. I needed to let it go down before I could tell.

"This might take a minute, I've got a little problem in here," I said.

"There's no problem from where I'm standing," She whispered.

"It's okay, take your time... let me know if you need help taking care of that," she giggled.

"I'm good, thanks though," I said.

"No... thank you," she whispered completely unaware I could hear everything she'd said.

I thought about jacking off, or doing some jumping jacks, or distracting myself but nothing worked. I had the black panties pulled right up to the base of my cock. They fit great and felt amazing over my ass, I just had no idea if they'd contain my cock and balls after I softened... if I ever softened.