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A ny other boys caught wearing friends sisters panties?

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I was caught by my sister's best friend. I swiped a pair of my sister's panties from the clothes hamper that was in her room.
S o what? Were you wearing them when they caught you?
i got caught wearing my best friends sisters panties. message me at XMANHYDE@YAHOO.COM if you want to chat about it.
s enior year in high school, i went to a friend's house and his sister is real fine. All three of us had a little to drink and we ended up playing hide and seek. I know crazy. I hid in his sister's room and looked in her panty drawer to find a sexy pair of pink panties. I tried them on forgeting the game and she walked in on me. To my suprise, she told me I looked good and I coul keep them. My friend never found out either. That was a great night.
I used to go to daycare after school at a woman's house when I was about 6. She had three daughters. She watched several kids from the neighborhood. One day one of her daughters and I sneaked into a closet and traded clothes.
Needless to say her mother totally caught us.
My mom never knew why but the woman told her she couldn't watch me anymore and my mom had to get a nanny.
M y step sister caught me puting on/smelling her panties when i was around 14...and i had a huge hard on.
S ome guys just want to get caught and that's where the real fun begins!
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i once stole my sisters underwear, i think she no's.
because after when she is done with them she keeeps them to her self she used to leave them lying around not any more..
so i dont realy care i still get them when she is showering
y ea i use to all the time but then she started figuring out there wasnt how she left them so then she moved them but i found them but she dont know it so yeah im still wearing them today
I think I know just what you need...
N ot caught...she forced me in her bra and panties..she was 18 I was 12.30 years later still wearing them
W hen I was 12, my 16 year old sister busted me wearing her panties, bra, pink sweater,and full fluffy half slip.
I cried and pleaded for her not to tell. She didn't.
I started buying my own panties after that!
i was at my m8s house and tryed on 1 of her thongs and she walked in on me she sed i could keep them aslong as i wore them to school the next day

so i did and i was in science and droped a ruler then bent down to pick it up and forgot about the thong and all this girls next to me seen me wearing it and now loads of people now lol

add me wytonblud@hotmail.co.uk
y es, but was made to go further. I was made to wear a dress, slip and those sissy socks with the lace on top.
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My Sister's Lacy Panties I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything. The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore. I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my room. My sister Allison paused coming down the hall and looked at me. Her brown eyes had a golden tint from the stray rays through the overhead windows. She looked me over and asked, with a whine, "Where were you?" I took a big sip of my OJ and told her, "Out for a run. I said before I left. Is mom around?" Allison gave me a once over and a weird facial clench as she noted, "I thought you were going out to get some things out of the storage shed. You told me that. And what in the world are you wearing this time, Lacy?" I spat out the bit of juice I'd been drinking, spraying the wall, and earning another look from Allison. "Lacy? My name is Robert." This time, Allison rolled her eyes and tossed off a wave. "More of your pretend. Come on, we need to get ready for dinner with mom's new boss. Wear one of your nice dresses for once." She left me flabbergasted in the hallway. I turned in place a few times before I wiped off the wall and made my way to my bedroom. Inside, I had to pause again as I surveyed how much the room had changed in just the ten minutes I'd been way. Instead of nature vistas and wild animals, there were Transformers and anime images on the walls. I was glad to see my gaming machines were all in place, although the organization was much more precise than I remembered. There were still a lot of plants. But I didn't remember having a pair of white mice before. They scurried around and glanced over at me. My bed sheets were different. I had a modeling table instead of an art one. I felt a rush of nausea over all the changes and coughed into my hand. As I looked around, it felt so strange that the room didn't seem all that weird or changed. It wasn't particularly girly for a girl's room. I knew I should've felt more alarmed but I felt alright. Eventually, my eyes came to rest on a slip of paper placed at the foot of my bed. I opened it up and read, in a rather messy form of my handwriting, "Dear, Brother Self. If you see this then that means it worked. I've been working so hard all my life to change myself, to reach another place where everything feels right. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a boy. That's who I am when I close my eyes at night. Against all odds, I focused all my effort on reaching out to someone who was a boy and who was willing to accept my invitation to trade. I found you. I could see inside your in dreams and passing feelings. I knew how you run all the time to run away from your feelings. I plan to run with you and, as you move, we will move as one and I will be in your place and you will be in mine. If you look under my bed, in the lavender wooden box, you'll find my diary. The combination is 4-1-6. Everything in there should be enough to get you settled. All my best to the both of us. I know we'll find what we're searching for. Love, Your Sister Self, Lacy." I had to read over the letter a few times before I could set it down. I swallowed and sighed. I felt upset swirling with anger. I had no idea what she meant by acceptance. I'd never wanted to be a girl. Not seriously at least. Still, thinking about the implication of this all sent a shudder through me that felt so relaxing. The sensation was like being carried on a muscle wave after a really good run. After a moment, I nosed around the closet in my new room. I could see normal shirts, slim shirts with short sleeves, tanks, and interesting button tops. I felt flush as I realized all the shirts, even those pushed in the back, looked so very cool. The same went for the pants. In that section hung mostly jeans and then slacks and cutoffs and little bits of fashion I'd seen in my sister's closet from time to time but never had the boldness to examine closer. I smacked myself a little for a sudden squeak I gave when looking over the shoes. It was meager even by sister's assortment of shoes but they were all mine. The bras didn't actually do much for me but I was still so stunned by the ease with which I'd slipped into loving girl's clothing. Before I could ponder the cause, my hand dipped into the underwear drawer. I fingers settled on a buried pair of dark-purple underwear with a silken sheen to them and patterns of lace. I tightened my grip around them and carefully picked them up from the drawer. I knew I'd never seen them before in my life but something, just past my conscious thoughts, told me that this bit of clothing was familiar to me. I'd worn it before. Shaking, I carefully took off my sweat-soaked top and pants. I edged my way towards the mirror by the closet when I'd completely undressed. I still looked as I remembered. My skin was boyishly rough and marred by a large scratch on my knee from when I'd fallen during a recent run. My body looked decent from all the running I'd done but it felt wrong for me, especially at this moment. My chest looked too flat and rigid. My shoulders were too pointy. Chin protruded in a way my sister's didn't. And then, my groin. It was pointing out, probably with all the blood racing around with my throbbing heart. Gingerly, I slipped the pair of underwear in place. They were not comfortable but seemed to fit. I stood in front of the mirror in a pair of panties feeling rather stupid. The possibility did cross my mind that this was all a joke and my sister was about to burst through the door laughing. But I heard no hint of that from the hallway. I did hear a faint sound that reminded me of the air filter in a friend's house. The air around seemed to rush and groan. I felt a spasm of dizziness surge through me and staggered around trying to find my balance. Between my legs, the sensation was an undulation like water rippling back and forth. When it finally eased, I looked down to see that my underwear fit my form without a lump. I cupped the front and then peered under the material with wide-eyed fascination. The form of my groin was clear. Walking on uneasy legs, I slipped on a matching bra from the bottom of another drawer. It took no effort to slip everything in place comfortably. I could already sense the next wave. This time, I watched as my flat chest blurred into a form that flowed along the material of the bra. I was bigger than Allison, which made me feel so very happy. I adjusted the cups for the best fit. My flesh felt warm, pleasant, and reassuring. Nothing felt particularly sensitive but my nipples pointed against the material. I cupped my chest with both hands and rushed over to the drawer. I put together the best outfit that my intuition could manage. I wasn't sure it was the one Allison nudged me about but I sure liked it, especially the shoes. The rest of the changes came one wave after another as my feet trimmed into my shoes and my rough skin smoothed away in all places. My hips looked so full in the silver dress and my shoulders so narrow. They still had a muscular form, which probably meant that Lacy ran like I did. My face looked a little like a chipmunk's with a rounded shape and full cheeks. My voice giggled high and soft and with all the energy I never found in all my runs. I posed in front of the mirror a bit before Allison started bugging me like she always did. A quick look through the door earned her approval on my choice of clothes (and a brief expression of shock). I just smiled back and told her I'd be down in a minute. Breathing in the air around me, I felt where I was supposed to be. No matter what, Lacy had been right about me and I felt so deeply grateful that she and I might both find our true happiness.

Epilogue I woke up with drool. Despite the fact it was Sunday night, I had trouble getting to sleep with a myriad of texts from everyone and a million Internet distractions popping up. Something like my blanket sprawled across my chest and, with the morning heat, left me sweaty. Groggily brushing the drool away, familiarity and alarm soon crossed my thoughts. My cheek was scruffy. My hair was shorter too. …oh… So, that was it. A trial run. Back to my face, back to my body, back to base camp after making progress halfway up. Damn… Dammit… if I had a sinus headache right then, the whole shit show would be complete. God… So many little, nagging uncertainties about what all this meant plagued me, but the overriding sense was to just slide back into sleep. Maybe I could get a dream where things felt like yesterday again, where I could build on the last week. Didn’t I at least earn dreams? Shifting against my pillow, that blanket weight felt far more intimate and connected than it
Jacob blushed as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric, the pink cotton sliding between his fingers. He bit his lip as he looked around, eyes darting across the pink of his sister's room before finally settling on the filched panties. He hesitated for a moment before clutching them to his chest, balling the smooth cloth in his hands before darting to the room next door and collapsing on his bed.

He sighed in relief, happy to have succeeded cleanly this time as he glanced furtively around the room, eyes resting on the closed door for a moment before his gaze relaxed. He smiled to himself, as he hooked a finger to each side of the jeans
Welcome to the future.

In the year 2042, the world’s population is almost 13 billion. Massive birthrate increases across the globe has resulted in the worst overcrowding in human history. Governments and unions worldwide are trying to find courses of action, while both the United States and China are on the verge of economic collapse.

While China has started placing huge restrictions aimed at controlling population and driving down life expectancy, the American government has refused nearly all proposed “plans” on the grounds that they’re not ethical.

One proposed plan was the idea of “gender balancing”;
I peeked into the girl's locker room, swallowing my fear when I saw that it was empty, and cautiously making my way inside. My friends were never going to forgive me if they found I was down there. The girls would beat me, the boys would want to know why I didn't take them with me, but not a single one of them would have ever even considered believing me. I couldn't even blame them - I wasn't sure if I believed me, either. All I knew was that I'd seen something down here, last time, and I wasn't going up until I figured out what. Of course, telling them that I'd accidentally wandered into the girl's locker room the first time around wasn't ex
This was a bit of a challenge based on the much more famous story with a similar title. tried it too. This is my crack at it ^^. Hope you like it! Enjoy!
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Nice story. Not what I expected from the title - but this selfswap is something I've dreamed of doing myself (I blame the book Anathem).

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From 2000 archives, Turned Into a Girl, by Jeanie During dinner, Donna was wedged between Beth and his sister. The girls were excited about the fact that Donna would be receiving the type of punishment that Ellen had administered. "So, Donna, how does it feel to be a girl?" asked Beth."You are kinda cute and I would like to be your girlfriend, even though you have embarrassed me in the past." Donna was dumfounded that a girl would want to befriend him for all of the juvenile acts he had performed in the past. Beth's mom then chimed in with the suggestion that perhaps Beth could help him with his budding femininity. Ellen thought that would be a nice gesture on her part. She explained that Donna was suspended for a week from school and that she would welcome Beth's invitation to make her son more feminine. Just then Donna announced that (s)he had to use the restroom, so the four girls left the table en mass. While they were walking to the restroom, Kristin, who was walking behind Donna, hiked her dress up in front of a table of older teenage boys, thereby exposing once again, the pretty rosebud print panties for their lustful eyes. "Hi, beautiful, pretty panties. Would you like a date tonight?" Donna was humiliated but scurried into the womens' restroom where she joined the other girls. Jennifer and Beth made Donna keep the door open as she relieved herself. Then the taught her how to "dry" herself with tissue. When her dress had been smoothed out, they exiyed the restroom. Bedore they left however, Jenny told Donna to lift his dress up when the passed the boys' table. I can't and won't do that," said Donna, "they might find out that I'm a boy, and then what?" "Just do it or I will hike it up for you," replied Jenny. So, on the way back to their table, Donna, pretending that she was fooling with the hem of her dress, lifted it up to her waist as they passed the table again. The boys were delighted with the free peep show and whistled their approval, thus embarrassing Donna no end. When they retirned to the table, the mothers were ready to go. Ellen said that Beth could come over after school any day that week to help Donna become more feminine. Beth said that she would like that and she would pass the word around in school about the new girl she was coaching. Ellen made Donna curtsy to Beth and her mom before they left. Beth's mom came over to Donna and said that Beth would help her become as girl-like as any girl in school. She then kissed Donna on the cheek. The rest of the evening was spent shopping for more clothes for Donna. Ellen, wanting to make sure that Donna would be treated and thought of as a little girl, selected four more packaged Hanes Her Way cotton, brief style panties for Donna. Donna was made to hold them until they were done in the lingerie section. She also bought some nylon bikini panties for Jennifer. Kristin also purchased some pretty satin bikinis and held them up to Donna's face to show how soft and smooth they were. Donna then asked her mom why she had to wear little girls' brief-style, cotton pr
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