I woke the next morning to a kiss on the cheek, "Hey sweetie, I'm heading into work early. I left a little note for you on your dresser. See you tonight at the mall." Opening my eyes I watched Ashley walk out of the bedroom and leave for work.
I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and realized I was still wearing her panties. Did last night really happen? I rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower. When I got to my dresser, I saw her note,
"Hey sweetie, This pair is a little big on me so I thought it might fit you better. Not the fanciest but should be enough to get you through the day. We'll get more tonight! See you at the mall after work! Love, Ashley"
I opened my dresser drawer to find that all my boxers were gone and, in its place, was a solitary pair of red cotton panties. I was a little puzzled. I had assumed that the sissy play would stay in the bedroom but Ashley appeared to have a different idea. I shot her a text asking where my boxers were, but, with no other options, I slid on the panties tucking my soft cock down into them. I turned and admired my ass in the mirror...I guess they did hug it well I thought to myself. I finished getting dressed and went off to work. That morning I got a response from Ashley that simply read "You don't need them anymore, remember! If we're going to do this we're going to do it my way and do it right. Let me know when you leave work and I'll meet you at the mall."
The workday was long and I was reminded of Ashley every time I went to the bathroom and saw the panties. I avoided using the urinal for fear of someone seeing them. Sliding them up still got me a little turned on but I'd distract the mind to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit at work. I texted Ashley to let her know I was leaving and she suggested we meet in front of one of the department stores. When I arrived she was waiting there with a smile, "How's my sweet sissy today? How was your first full day in panties?"
"It was good but I had to sit down when I went to the bathroom. I didn't want anyone to see. I didn't think I'd be wearing them all day. I thought we'd just be doing this in the bedroom."
"I told you that if we're going to do this, we're going to do this the right way. It's all or nothing. I didn't think I'd come home yesterday to my boyfriend wearing panties. Now c'mon and let's have some fun with this!"
"Ok, I'm sorry...I agreed to this and you're right!" I said with a smile, "just try to be a little discreet in the store. I don't really want them knowing this stuff is for more, ya know."
"Oh, stop. No one is going to know and who cares if they do!"
We walked into the mall and she directed us to the lingerie section in the department store.
"They have some stuff here if you want. It's a little cheaper but not quite as sexy as a Victoria's Secret. Do you have a preference?"
I was uncomfortable having this conversation with other people around us, "Ummm, I don't care. Let's just get something and get out of here."
"Stop being like this," she reached for my hand "we're doing this together and no one is paying attention to you. Now...do you want to check Victoria's Secret? They probably have a bigger selection."
"Ok...sorry...yes, that sounds good."
Off we went through the mall, still holding hands and talking about the work day. All I could think about was the awkwardness I would feel inside Victoria's Secret.
"How many are we buying today?"
"How many what? Panties? Well, I figure you probably need about 10 pair so you're not constantly washing them, then you'll also need some bras and maybe some other stuff so you feel extra sexy in the bedroom. I figure I deserve a thing or two since I'm doing this with you too." she said smiling and looking up at me "it's not like you don't have the money."
Ten? Bras? This was starting to add up but I had to admit that I was a little excited. The thought of doing it a little more often with a willing participant turned me on. We walked into the store and I was a little overwhelmed with all the options. Fortunately, Ashley knew her way around.
She looked at me "I was thinking a few lacy pair, since you seem to like those, and these french cut might look good on that ass of yours.. Maybe a thong or two but I'm not sure how they'll fit you down there...you might...um...spill out. Have you ever tried one?"
Feeling a little awkward discussing it in the the store, I said softly "Um, ya, it's harder to wear one but we could try a couple."
"Ok cool...what colors? I was thinking some nice pastels for you and maybe a hot pink!" she said smiling.
I smiled, blushing a little, "Ya, those sound good."
"Sizing will be tricky. I'm thinking medium but you might need a large...oh miss, can you help me a second?"
I was horrified. Asking for help?! I stood there hoping she wouldn't notice my face blushing.
"Yes, what I can I do for you?"
"I need to buy some panties, but they aren't for me. My...friend...is actually probably about his size. Do you think a medium would work?"
Smiling and looking at both of us "Ya, I think a medium would be good. If it won't embarrass him too much you can hold them up to him too" she chuckled.
"Oh, thanks! Probably a 36 for a bra, right?"
"For someone his size, probably a 36 or maybe a 38. If you wouldn't be too uncomfortable I can measure you but you'll still have to guess on the cups.!"
My face went beet red, "They aren't for me!" I blurted out.
Ashley laughed, "why don't you just measure him to be safe"
I lifted up my arms and she measured across my chest, "Looks like a 36 would probably work, but it could be snug. Do you have an idea of what her cup size might be?"
"Hmmm....pretty small...probably an A but could do a B if you don't have it in stock." Ashley replied while smiling at my discomfort with the situation.
"Well, let me know if you need any help in picking stuff out" and she walked to help someone else.
My face was clearly red now, but at least it was over. I took a deep breath and looked at Ashley, "I thought you said you'd be discrete."
"Oh stop...we needed sizing anyway. You didn't want to have to come back and return stuff. I said it was for a friend. If anything you made it worse with your red face and tone. Now come on...let's find something sexy little sissy." she said with a smile.
Ashley was pretty good at finding stuff and would just ask my opinion. I generally just agreed with whatever she found but was growing more comfortable and would occasionally suggest colors. Each item she would hand to me to hold on to...I lost count of what we had. When we were wrapping up she approached a mannequin with stockings, garters and bustier.
"We should get two of these...one for me and one for you!"
She looked for sizes and selected hers in black and turned "something lighter colored for you...pink?"
"Sure, that works. We have a lot of stuff...surely we don't need much more."