An Initmate Craving

Returning from a conference in Liverpool Peter had decided to take a scenic route home and avoid the motorways. He was passing through a small rural village, Craven Arms, when he spotted a truly old drapery store; the type he had not seen since he was a child in the 1970s. Painted over the shop door, in maroon paint, was the name, Galbraith's Traditional Drapers. The shop advertised that it specalised iin Ladies, Gentlemen's and Children's drapery. Peter was intrigued and a little excited. He knew that such shops were often the last repository of old style gentlemens' nightwear and he wondered if he would find a pair of vintage winceyette pyjamas. The type of pyjamas his father wore which were increasingly hard to find in more modern shops. Peter had a fetish for vintage pyjamas and the thoughts of entering the store and browsing its old stock was quite titillating. By the time he had decided to visit the shop he was almost out of the town but he decided to pull in at an old church car park and stroll back to the shop.

The town was quite deserted and he was the only person on the main street. There was also a curious lack of traffic at this time. As he approached the shop he could see that it was pretty rundown and the stock in the window was definitely from a bygone age.

Pausing for a moment outside he looked in to see if there were any customers inside. He always got nervous when buying pyjamas as he didn't like people to know that he was purchasing them for himself; fearful that his secret arousal would be revealed in his behaviour. Hence he always tried to enter such shops at quiet times. From what he could tell it looked clear inside but it was hard to tell as it was pretty dark and cluttered within. Turning the handle, he gently opened the door and stepped in. As he did a gentle tinkle rang out announcing his presence. Well there was no sneaking in, he thought; whoever is here knows I'm here now.

The door closed gently behind him and as his eyes adjusted to the gloom it was obvious the shop had not seen a good cleaning or decluttering in years. He stood in a central aisle with old counter units stretching down the length of the shop to both his left and right. Behind the units stood dusty oak shelves stretching from floor to ceiling, each packed with ancient boxes of goods that bore handwritten labels indicating their contents. Garments hung from the shelves covered in dusty faded polythene bags. On one side of the shop he could make out ladies skirts, cardigans, candlewick housecoats,and what looked like a selection of winceyette pyjamas. On the other side he could make out boxes containing gentlemans' socks, underwear, shirts and gloves. Acutely attuned to his goal as he scanned the gentlemens' section he could not make out any box labelled pyjamas.

A little disappointed he consoled him self in knowing that he could not possibly tell the full contents of the shop at a cursory glance. The shop bore all the characteristics of the kind of shop that would no doubt stock vintage pyjamas.

As he ventured further into the store his nose attuned to that subtle musty smell of old clothing. Just then he heard a sound coming from the right; it was that rattling chesty sound of an older person coughing. Glancing over he saw a somewhat dishevelled older man standing on a platform. Dressed in a navy, grubby acrylic cardigan, blue polyester shirt and tie he stood on what appeared to be the steps of a raised office overlooking the shop. The gentleman had obviously saw him enter the store from there. 'Well how are you doing, young man?' the older gentleman asked. 'I am very good thank you', answered Peter, 'this is a wonderful old shop you have, I haven't seen a shop like this in years'.

'Well thank you' said the man. 'We have been trading here for over 70 years but things are getting tougher and tougher these days. What can I help you with?' he asked.

Somewhat embarrassed but gaining confidence following the conversation and the friendliness of the man Peter asked 'would you have any old style gentleman's pyjamas'? 'Pyjamas, well it's been a while since anyone came in here looking for pyjamas, are you looking for the old style ones with buttons'? 'Yes exactly', answered Peter. Well aren't you the strange fellow indeed looking for such pyjamas in this day and age'. Follow me up to the back and let's see what we have'

With that the gentleman came down three steps and led Peter up to the back of the store where it was quite dark. He pulled an old grey musty box down from a shelf and said, this is all I would have left now in terms of gentleman's pyjamas'. He opened the box and began to pull out plain polycotton pyjamas in burgundy, light blue and yellow. Peter was somewhat disappointed as he was not a fan of polycotton pyjamas. 'Would you have any in brushed cotton', he asked? 'Are you looking for the flannelette type for winter'? 'Yes exactly', said Peter. 'Well you're an odd fella indeed, most your age are looking for the jersey t-shirt types and turn in horror when I show them these. I think I might have a couple of pairs, let me look'. Pulling another box from the shelve he opened it to reveal a number of pairs of paisley winceyette pyjamas. 'Are these what you are looking for'? Peter could feel his excitement grow in his trousers. 'Yes exactly that's what I am looking for'

'Well I think I only have these in extra, extra large sizes I'm afraid'. The gentleman began to sort through the pyjamas. There were pairs in blue and red, maroon and brown but all were size XXL. Peter was a tad disappointed and the gentleman could see it in his face. 'I'm afraid that these are all that I have and I can see you are disappointed'. 'Yes', said Peter, these are exactly what I was looking for but you're right they would be too large for me'. 'Do any of them have a tie waist or are they all elasticated waist'? 'I'm afraid they are all elasticated at the waist. I'll tell you what though', said the gentleman, 'I have had a number of these returned over the years as they were labelled the wrong size. It's quite possible that one of these pairs is smaller than XXL. Why don't you take a pair and try them on? We have a dressing room up the very back of the shop'? Peter had always had a wild fantasy about changing into ancient pyjamas such as these in an old shop. His heart was racing and he tried to remain calm as he answered. 'Really, I could try them on? Would that be OK'? 'Yes', replied the gentleman, 'I'll get Peggy my wife to take you up to the changing room while I just close the shop for some privacy'.

Peter was absolutely excited. The thought of undressing in the changing room and donning the soft winceyette pyjamas was intoxicating. 'Peggy, can you take this young gentleman up to the changing room and let him try on these pyjamas'? Peter was startled when he turned around as he had not been aware that the gentleman's wife Peggy was standing behind him.

'Of course darling', with that she took a red and blue paisley pair of pyjamas from the older gentleman and took Peter by the hand. It was a strange and intimate act yet somehow totally charming. She led him by the hand further into the shop, up a number of steps and down a narrow corridor. Opening a door she ushered Peter into a small, wooden panelled, changing room with an old faded mirror on one wall. To the right of the door stood a well used wooden dining chair. Peggy removed the pyjamas from the cellophane wrapping and shook them out. The room filled with that wonderful smell of musty fabric which Peter loved. Placing the pyjamas on the chair she said 'now darling, you work away and I will come back in a few minutes to see how you are getting on'. Peter was trembling with excitement, he was now alone with an exquisite pair of old winceyette pyjamas which he could try on? As he picked up the pyjama jacket he judged that they were quite large. Quickly removing his polo shirt he gently slipped on the top; his skin and groin tingling as the wincyette caressed his skin. The top was large alright but not as large as he thought it would be. The fabric was beautifully soft and the sleeves hung way down, beyond the tips of his fingers. While they were obviously too large he enjoyed the feeling of wearing oversized pyjamas and being diminutive and small in the flapping layers of winceyette. Buttoning the jacket up he discovered it had a top button which closed snugly just below his chin. His penis began to engorge as he looked at himself in the mirror and caressed his breasts through the fabric. Despite his nervousness and the utterly bizarre nature of his circumstances he was seriously tempted to try on the pyjama bottoms but fearful that he would be vulnerable in this strange shop, with strange people in this strange town. He quelled the internal voices that told him to run and kicked off his shoes as he fumbled to undo his trousers. The excess fabric of the sleeves made his efforts laughable but eventually he undid his belt, button and zipper. Quickly he removed this trousers and stepped into the pyjamas bottoms. He slowly drew them up and while the waist was slightly too large to stay up on their own, the legs were so long he had puddles of excess winceyette gathering around his ankles. He kept raising the waistband almost to his breasts before he felt the crotch of the bottoms snugly press against his testicles. Yet as soo as he let go the bottoms began to slipl gently down. Despite this struggle the pyjamas were exquisitely soft and he was delirious with the pleasure of wearing them. How lucky he was to have his fantasy come true.

Peter was suddenly pulled from his aroused state when the door flew open. Standing in the corridor were Peggy and her husband; 'well now darling don't you look quaint in your new pyjamas. Let's see just how well they fit'. With that Peggy pulled his hands away from the bottoms and they quickly fell down to puddle at his feet. Thankfully he had kept his underpants on so his modesty was protected but Peggy was a little taken aback. 'Oh sir, that is not acceptable at all, I'm afraid you must remove your underpants to fully feel the pleasure of these exquisite pyjamas'. With that she stepped forward and with a scissors, she had somehow hidden on her person, cut through his underpants and removed them from his body in one swift movement. Peter felt violated and was dumbfounded. He had no idea how this had happened but was thankful that the pyjama jacket hung lower than his groin. 'Now darling, let's pull the bottoms back up shall we and you will feel the full effect of the winceyette caressing your pee pee'. Peggy stepped forward and gently pulled the pyjama bottoms up past Peter's knees and his now throbbing pee pee. She pulled the elastic of the waist wide and began to tuck the pyjama jacket into the bottoms carefully arranging the swathes of fabric in soft folds.

Again Peter was shocked, now he did feel vulnerable, here he was naked save for a thick pair of soft winceyette pyjamas, trapped in a changing room by two older people, one of which had just mentioned his pee pee and undertaken the most intimate act in dressing him in pyjamas. What was happening? This was more than he had bargained for?

Peter went to close the door and said, 'thank you Peggy I will buy the pyjamas but I think I would like to get dressed now'. 'Oh I think we are way past you buying the pyjamas young man' said the older gentleman. With that he handed Peggy a really old check woollen dressing gown and a pair of matching carpet slippers. 'Now darling, said Peggy, turn around there and let me slip this dressing gown on you. It will help keep you warm for your journey and keep your pyjama bottoms up'. By now Peter was drained of his energy through nervous exhaustion; what the hell was going on, what journey? He became meek and feeble as the dressing gown began to encase and imprison his body. Once the heavy gown was closed and tied around his waist Peggy guided him to sit on the chair where she gently lifted the pools of winceyette around his ankles and placed the carpet slippers on his feet.

Looking across in the mirror Peter saw an emasculated shadow of his former self trapped in soft paisley winceyette pyjamas and under the spell of Peggy and her husband. As the older gentleman picked up his clothes Peter asked 'what now? What are you doing with my clothes'? 'Don't worry darling' answered Peggy, 'they will be going in the furnace shortly and your car has already been moved. No one knows you are here and we have a wonderful future planned out for you. We will be shortly moving you to our home in the countryside where our daughter Victoria is waiting excitedly to see her new house husband. It never ceases to amaze me how we have successfully deployed our honey trap to find wonderful emasculated males to serve our beautiful daughters. You my darling are the third and a life of pyjama servitude awaits you in our little matriarchal paradise.