Everything suddenly clicked into place for Claire on that afternoon at home, over a period of several months she had been sure that some of her knickers had gone missing only to show up again later on, at first she thought that she was just getting forgetful or that they had fallen behind a drawer or somewhere but now here she could clearly see the truth.
Her 19yr son John was sat in his room playing on the playstation, clearly unaware that his mother was looking into his room from the doorway and from where she was able to see the pink lace of her knickers creeping up from the back of his jeans.
Claire was not entirely innocent and had seen plenty of pictures on the net of guys who liked to wear female attire, however she immediately had a nagging through as to whether her son was gay or not. She went back downstairs and sat on the sofa wondering to herself how to handle it.
A few days later the pink knickers that she had seen him wearing re-appeared in the washing basket but that a red pair she had purposely left on the top of the pile had now gone missing.
When John came down that morning she waited until her husband had gone away on a business trip for a few days and then decided to investigate further by asking her son to do her a favour.
"John could you take a look under the sofa for me please as I think I have lost an earring somewhere."
John got onto the floor, pulling down his t-shirt as he did but it was too late given that his mother knew what she was looking for and she was clearly able to catch a glimpse of the silky shine of her knickers.
"Nice underwear you have on there."
John froze and his face became as red as the knickers he was wearing. He slowly moved back to a sitting position on the floor.
"I think we need to have a chat, don't you son?"
"I guess so."
"Are you gay?" she asked.
"No way mum, no way at all, you know I have plenty of girlfriends" he replied.
"Then I am a little confused as to why you are wearing my knickers around."
"I just like the feel of them I guess, they feel sexier than boxers and stuff."
"How long have you been doing this for?" she wanted to know.
"Years really, I used to try things on when you where out and the underwear became a bit of a habit I guess."
"What other stuff of mine have you tried on?"
"Skirts, Dresses, Tops, Tights and stuff."
Claire sat back hard on the sofa trying to digest what she had just learnt but oddly found herself more interested than disgusted. Her mind drifted back to some articles that she had read the night before about guys cross dressing in private but leading otherwise normal lives and also some of the pictures where even she would have struggled to say whether it was a guy underneath.
"So you definitely like women?" she asked.
"Yes of course mum."
"Come with me" she old told as she got up from the sofa and started up the stairs.
By the time John caught up with her she was rummaging in her wardrobe.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a worried tone.
"Trying to find you a nice outfit to wear, something sexy and stylish."
"I thought you would be angry?"
"Look, I have had a suspicion for a little while, a woman tends to notice when her knickers go missing but I am not angry. If anything you have me curious about how convincing we can make you look."
Claire went back to rummaging and after a few minutes she had found a black dress that was quite stylish and short without being over the top, luckily being a size 14 herself she thought that he would be able to get into it as he was fairly slim and about the same height.
"Take your jeans off John."
"But mum......."
"No buts," she cut off him quickly before he could change her mind as she had some ideas forming in her head that she wanted to experiment with.
Paul stood up before her and very reluctantly undid his jeans and pulled them down revealing a hard cock poking out of the knickers he had on, he stepped out of them. .Claire could not resist reaching out and stroking his erection and causing him to gasp at her touch.
Her son reached out to feel her but she stopped him.
"I have a few ideas for you first before you get too horny," she coyly replied.
"Like what?"
"Well I think we should make you into a proper girl to start with, you need a smooth body and a full outfit to wear."
Luckily Claire knew just the person to ask.....an old school friend of her who lived locally did waxing professionally and was broadminded enough that she would not get worried by what Claire was about to ask her to do.
She called her friend and explained what had gone on and her friend told her it was fine and that loads of blokes came to her to be fully waxed and some of them freely admitted it was for the same reason.
Claire felt better already knowing that she had shared her secret burden with someone that she could trust.
"OK son put your jeans back on we are going out, leave you knickers on though."
"Where are we going?" he asked having not heard his mother's phone call.
"To see a friend who is going to fully wax you and yes I have told her our secret," she saw the look of fear in his face that men get at the thought of being waxed and smiled to herself, she knew it would hurt while it was being done but reasoned it would be worth it.
Paul was introduced to Kirsty and led into the Salon where she told him to fully undress, and then smiled as he pulled off his jeans and was erect again in his mother's knickers.
"Yum that looks a nice toy Claire," she said winking at her friend.
"You get more than your fair share Kirsty, it's my turn for a little fun," Claire replied.
"Kinky fun at that."
John had now fully undressed and was instructed to lie down on the bed.
"Now this is going to cause you some pain I am afraid John, you are not massively hairy tough which is in your favour but there will probably be a bit of bleeding."
