If the bra and panties match…

If the bra and panties match…

Sylvester was already at my breakfast table as I hurried by to the laundry room. He’s doing some work caulking the tiles in my kitchen. I let him let himself in when he drops by early, as long as he puts the coffee on.

“Morning,” I said as I rushed by, late for a morning meeting at the office. In the laundry I grabbed a polka dot bra, and a pair of panties, then hurried back upstairs to dress properly. This happens to be one of my favorite bras. The HRT has helped my breast development nicely, and I like to feel comfortable.

When I came down to breakfast a few minutes later wearing a nice blouse and skirt, I noticed Sylvester looking at me disapprovingly.

“Well,” I asked. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I couldn’t help noticing,” he said, “that your bra and panties don’t match.”

As I poured some milk onto my muesli I gave Sylvester a disapproving look.

“If I want you to look at my underwear I’ll tell you so!” I said. I think you can see the kind of thing I have to put up with.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” he replied. At least he had the decency to look a little awkward.