Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 6.

The next couple of weeks passed without incident. I will admit that when I did have a quiet jerk, I found myself slipping into panties and enjoying the sensation. Really, what harm could there be in such a discrete and private game.

I also found myself from time to time gazing longingly at a woman on the bus, or in the queue at the store and thinking, ‘I could wear that differently… Why doesn’t she…” But each time I would catch myself and I’d pull myself back to the here and now.

‘How ridiculous,’ I thought. I am a man. Like most men I have my little fantasies, but I remain a man!

I did notice myself looking at men occasionally, a fact I found mildly disturbing. I found myself doing what I can only describe as ‘sizing them up’. I wondered how they might feel against me. On the subway I found myself allowing people to stand very close, in the hopes I would feel them brush against me, and I confess on more than one occasion I found myself going into the increasing number of meetings I was involved in, wearing panties rather than my usual conservative boxers.

I put this down to the idea of allowing myself to enjoy what was becoming a great pleasure to me, and saying to myself “If no one knows about it, why not?” I enjoyed the secret pleasure and felt I had a private joke all of my own.