The Visitor from Vienna

The next day, they unpacked the rest of the clothes Paul had bought for me. Most of the panties were similar to the red ones, covering most of my behind.

“Trust me, you don’t want to wear thongs, they won’t keep your dick in.” Paul explained, obviously speaking from experience.

They were in all different colours, some were silk, some satin, and all had at least a bit of lace on. Some came with matching bras and suspender belts, but most came with corsets and basques. All the underwear replaced my normal male underwear.

“You’ll not be wearing any male underwear in my presence.” Veronika ordered.

Next came a series of skirts, some long, some mini, and some micro. Something which caught my attention was a tiny pair of latex hotpants with matching lace-up top both in red. There were some very feminine blouses, most were the lacy crumpled, or puffed up style which I was wearing at the moment.

Veronika pulled out some baggy trousers.

“These trousers are what you’ll wear when we go out sometimes, understood?” She asked.

I looked at them, beige, black, and white. The white ones were almost see through.

“I can’t wear those, they’re all really feminine! Where would I wear them?”

“Anywhere.” Paul told me. “Here take off your skirt and try them on.”

I did as he asked and took off my skirt. As I was stepping out of the skirt and reach for the trousers I felt a hand rub my arse, then I felt the same hand enter the rear of my panties and press a finger into my anus. I looked round expecting it to be Paul, but it was actually Veronika. She soon pulled it out though allowing me to put on the trousers. They were awful! I could plainly see the red panties underneath.

“You’ll have to wear white knickers then.” Paul said.

I changed my panties for white ones and tried again, it looked just as bad. The trousers were obviously women’s and so were the knickers.