He got to his room and opened his dresser drawers top left drawer. There was an envelope sitting on top of a towel covering his clothes. The envelope in very bold print said, “READ FIRST!”

Tim sat on his bed and tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was written in his Mom’s fluid graceful script.

Dear Tim;

Mom

Ps: attached is a code for the magnets.

Psss: you may look in my underwear drawer dear to get an idea of what you might like but please don’t try wearing my things, they won’t fit.

Yellow banana- panties attach note for a particular style, fabric, or color.

Tim went over to his drawer. He didn’t know where his Mom got such a crazy idea. It was true he had started noticing how girls dressed. He had been spying on Cynthia their fourteen year old neighbor. He would often watch her dressing from the window of his darkened room. Surely he hadn’t been seen, he’d been very careful. She wasn’t very careful, and gosh she was pretty. She was very nice to him and even helped him study at times.

He moved the towel and found a key to this drawer on top of four magazines. He put the key in his pocket and looked at the mags. Two were teen type magazines that talked about hair, makeup, relationships, clothing styles, and all sorts of girl things. One of the magazines was a really nice lingerie catalog, nothing cheap in there he thought. Lastly was an exclusive teen clothing catalog. Tim tossed these on his bed and turned his attention to the clothes.

The underwear was very pretty and felt silky in his hands. He liked very much the colors his Mom had put in there. The panties were blues, greens, yellows, blacks, nylon, satins and lace. Tim imagined that any girl would love to have these. He saw two very pretty camisoles (one in yellow, one in white) four half slips (yellow, white, blue and black) and a graphical demonstration of a lady putting pantyhose on and a short written instruction.

Tim closed the drawer. At first Tim thought that he would just ignore the clothes, or to take them out and put them on Mom’s bed. He didn’t want to see em thrown away they looked to be very nice clothing. He went and sat on his bed staring at the drawer. He didn’t know how long he stared at the drawer, but he was just drawn to go back and look at it.

Tim didn’t understand why but he got the yellow cami, panty and half slip and a pair of suntan pantyhose out and them on his bed. He took off all of his own clothes. He looked at the panties and picked them up. His pulse quickened as he felt the soft material, they were very pretty. He bent over and stepped into them drawing them up his legs. He shuddered as the material rubbed his skin, like jolts of electricity going up his spine. His little bits quivered as they were confined within the material. Next came the pantyhose. He read the directions and looked at the pictures. He took them out of the package and stretched them and bunched one leg up and covered his toes. He made sure the toe seam was straight and lightly stretched the gauzy material up his leg till he got to his knee. He then did the same to the other leg. He stood and worked the pantyhose till they were up to his waist. The sensation was indescribable as his legs rubbed together. He pulled the camisole and half slip on and looked at himself in the mirror.

Tim was at a loss for words. He looked cute, no more than that he looked very good. His Mom had long ago stopped insisting that he get his hair cut. His hair was just shoulder length and as he let out his pony tail and he combed his fingers through it so it fell to the sides covering his ears, he looked girlish. He would have felt bad or mad if anybody had told him that but now looking at himself… he was so confused right now. The feeling he got as he swished about was heavenly. He went to his closet and found the pink satin robe and put it on. It came to just above his knee. He tied the waist and looked at his mirror again. He looked like he had a dress on. He felt himself blush and got scared. He started taking every thing off. When he got the pantyhose halfway off he stopped and thought about it for several minutes, before putting everything back on.

Mom won’t be home for a couple of hours. I guess it would be ok to stay this way for a little while. He laid down on his bed and began thumbing through the magazines. He found some of the reading to his liking. He was amazed to read what girls go through to look good, those articles he read very carefully. He looked through the catalogs and looked at the clothes dog earring the pages where he thought the models looked particularly good. He giggled as he went through the lingerie catalog, some of the clothes he knew his mom would never go for and he found so much that appealed to him.

He got up and walked around the house. He knew he would never be seen, Mom always kept the curtains drawn together. He went to the kitchen and saw the magnets his Mom wrote about. He went to the living room and watched TV for a while. He kept stroking the things he wore. A little after six pm he ran upstairs and got into some boy clothes. The only things he really took off was the half slip and robe and pulled on his shirt, pants and shoes, before returning to the TV.

Alice finally got home, she was a little late, traffic had been bad. She parked her car in the garage, and entered the house through the kitchen door. She smiled as she looked at all the magnets arranged in a circle on the front of the fridge around a California Raisin.