Jason's Story
By Kristine Roland

Chapters 1 - 5. This is the story of Jason, a young boy coming to terms with his transgender nature. Helped by his mostly supportive family.

Authors Note: I originally started this story several years ago and posted the first four chapters on fictionmania, then real life intervened, and it sat. I have finally had time to get back to it and am up to about Chapter 15, so I wanted to post it in parts to get some feedback. More tomorrow.

Kristine

Chapter 1

Jason was in the living room, waiting for his Mom to get off the phone. He knew that she was getting ready to head out for the afternoon, and he could not wait to be home alone. A few minutes later, his Mom was off the phone.

“Jason, are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”

“I’m sure Mom. I’m just going to read a little, and watch some TV.”

“Well, ok. I’ll be home in a couple of hours. Be good. Love ya.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

Jason said, as he gave his Mom a hug, and a kiss goodbye.

With that, his Mom walked out the front door. Jason watched as his Mom got in the car and drove off. As a precaution, he waited about ten minutes to make sure that his Mom would not come back, having forgotten something.

When ten minutes, which felt like a lifetime, went by, he headed up to his parents room and went straight to his mom’s dresser. He knew exactly which drawer to open, and quickly he took a bra and a pair of panties from the bottom of the pile. He would have liked to take a skirt and blouse, but he was too afraid to take these. A skirt or blouse would be missed much more readily then a single pair of panties. The bra was more dangerous, because his Mom did not have as many of them, but she did have a quite a few, and he hoped she would not miss one if he somehow did not get it back before she got home. He would have preferred to get them from the laundry hamper, but he had already checked and knew there were none currently in the laundry. His mother had already done the wash.

He took them back to his room. As soon as he was in his room, he closed the door, took off his clothes and put on the lingerie. Jason loved the feeling of the bra as he felt it hugging him tightly. He took some socks from his dresser and balled them up to stuff the bra, and he started to imagine real breasts to fill the bra, and a real vagina in his panties.

Jason did not know why he liked wearing his mother’s clothes, but try as he might, he could not help himself. He thought to himself that he dearly wished that he could have his own bras and panties, not to mention skirts, blouses and dresses. And don’t forget nightgowns, he thought. He felt guilty about stealing them from his mother but, at 14 years old, he could hardly go out and buy his own.

Jason liked girls, and the image in his mind of breasts and vaginas was very erotic. Between the sensations of the clothes and the images in his mind, Jason soon found he had to take care of the inevitable. He had to remove the panties, as ejaculating in them would definitely have caused him a big problem. When he had finished, the guilt hit full force. He thought to himself angrily, “What am I doing, I’m a boy! I should not be wearing my mother’s underwear, and should certainly not be masturbating while doing so!” He was filled with guilt and shame, and he quickly removed the bra, got dressed and brought them back to his mother’s room. He carefully folded them as they had been, and very carefully replaced them, trying to be sure that they were exactly the way they had been.

After about 15 minutes, the need started to fill him again. He tried to fight it, but it came on very strongly, and he soon found himself taking the bra and panty again. Back in his room, he quickly got re-dressed. He decided that he just couldn’t stand it anymore; he was going to risk it, and keep them. He tried to think of where to hide them. He went into his closet to see what would be the safest place. He found his art supply set. It was sort of like a briefcase, with pencils and paints in a plastic tray. The tray could be lifted out, and there was plenty of space below it, he thought it would make a good spot for his panty and bra.

It was getting late, and Jason knew his mother and father would both be home soon, so he reluctantly got changed, and put on his own underwear. He stashed the lingerie into its new home. The guilty feeling returned and he was considering putting them back when his mother came home.

“Jason, I’m home!”

Jason quickly went out, and his mother put him to work helping bring in the groceries that she had picked up on the way home. She then started to prepare dinner, and Jason set the table. His father got home soon after, and they had a quiet evening.

Jason went to bed, and was afraid that his mother would notice the missing underwear. He could not sleep, fearing that she would be in to accuse him any moment. However, he heard them come up to bed and after a while, he got up to use the bathroom and found that they were asleep.

When he got back to his room he quickly got changed. He decided he needed a nightgown too, so he used one of his largest t-shirts. As he got into bed lying face down, he felt the rolled up socks that were his breasts pushing into his chest. He was overcome with desire for the real thing. Before going to sleep he set his alarm to wake him at 5am, long before his parents would be up.

When the alarm rang, he instantly turned it off, and got up to change. He put his things into their hiding place, and went back to sleep.

When he got up in the morning, he was again half expecting his mother to come looking for the missing underwear. When she didn’t, he got up and went downstairs and got himself some breakfast. His mother came into the kitchen while he was eating, and he noticed that she was fully dressed for the day. So he knew she had to have been in her drawer. He braced himself for the “talk,” but it did not come.

Days went by, and the talk did not come, so Jason knew he had gotten away with it. On the one hand, he was glad that he had not been caught. On the other hand, he was really struggling with the guilt he was feeling about stealing from his mother. Jason had a very good relationship with both his parents. They were great parents, and he hated lying to them.

Eventually, Jason could not take it anymore. He decided he had to talk to his mother about his need. It wasn’t easy, and he was afraid of what she would say. He was even more afraid to have his father find out.

He finally worked up the nerve, and he went to his mom, and said “Mom, I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, honey, what’s up?”

“I think I might be gay.”

“Oh… Are you attracted to a boy?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Ok… Are you attracted to girls?”

“Yes”

“Hmmm… Well then what makes you think you are gay?”

“It has to do with clothes.”

“Clothes?” his Mom asked, with a puzzled look on her face.

“Girl’s clothes. I love to wear girl’s clothes.”

“Do you want to be a girl?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Have you worn girls clothes? What kind of clothes, and where did you get them?”

“Yes. They were yours, usually from the hamper. Bras, panties mostly, but also skirts.”

“I see.”

“I’m sorry Mom, I just can’t help myself. Are you going to tell Dad?”

“I have to, honey, I can’t keep something like this a secret from him. You know that we love you, and we will figure out what to do about this. Stay here.”

Jason’s mom left him, and soon his father came in. “Well, Jason, your Mom tells me that you and she just had a little chat. I’m disappointed that you would ask her to keep this from me. You know that I love you, no matter what.”

“I know, Dad, but it’s hard. I know that I’m your son, and I don’t want to hurt you or Mom.”

“Jason, you should never feel like you have to keep something from either your mother or me. I’m not saying I understand what you are feeling, but I can tell you that everyone wonders from time to time what it would be like to be the opposite sex.”

“I think about it a lot, Dad.”

With that, Jason’s mom knocked and asked if she could come in. His dad replied, “Come on in, Kristine.”

“Richard, I think that we are going to need to get some expert advice on how to handle this situation. Jason, I’m going to contact Dr. Adams, I’d like to have him talk to you about this.”

Jason looked frightened, “Do you have to, Mom?”

“Yes, honey, I’m afraid we do. Don’t worry. He has been your doctor since you were born, and I’m sure he will be very discreet about it.”

“Ok, Mom.”

Chapter 2

“Well, Jason, why don’t you tell me why your Mom wanted us to talk?” Dr. Adams asked.

Jason was sitting in Dr. Adam’s main lobby on one of the comfortable chairs. It was in the evening, after the normal office hours. His mother and father had gone to get some coffee to give Dr. Adams and Jason time to talk.

“I’m sure Mom told you,” Jason replied clearly embarrassed.

“She did. But I’d like to hear about it from you. Don’t worry, Jason, while I don’t see much of this in my pediatric practice, I know enough to know that you are not the only one who feels the way you do.”

“Really, Doctor. There are other people like me? Boys that like to wear women’s clothing?”

“Yes. But there are quite a few variations on it, and I’d like to try and figure out where you seem to fit.”

“Oh. Ok. I’m not really sure what to tell you. I just can’t help myself. I get an overwhelming desire to put on Mom’s clothes. I can’t take it, and then when I do, I feel so bad for stealing them.”

“Ok, is it your mother’s clothing that you want, or just women’s clothing in general? I mean to say, if you could go to the store and buy your own women’s clothing would that satisfy the need, or does it need to be your Mom’s?”

“I would much prefer to have my own. If they were mine, I wouldn’t have to feel so guilty, because I wouldn’t be stealing from Mom.”

“What kind of clothing would you want?”

“All kinds. I would love to be able to wear a skirt. It drives me crazy, girls get to wear them, and most of them never do anymore!”

“Your mother tells me that you mostly have worn her underwear.”

“Well, I really like bras. There is nothing that is more feminine then a bra. I wish I had breasts.”

“Do you want to be a girl, then?”

“I think about it a lot. I don’t know if I would like it or not. Some things about being a boy are pretty nice, but I’d sure love to give being a girl a try!”

“How do you get along with the other boys?”

“Ok, I guess. I have some good friends.”

“Are you attracted to them?”

“Oh, no. Not at all, Dr. Adams!” Jason was quite adamant about this fact.

“Ok, Jason. Do you ever masturbate when you are dressed?”

Jason turned red, but answered, “Yes.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Jason; it’s a natural behavior. What are you thinking about when you do?”

“Girls that I know. Usually, I fantasize about being abducted by aliens, and being forced to switch places, so she is me, and I am her.”

“So, you fantasize about being a woman with a man?”

“I fantasize about being a woman with me, but also with me with her as herself. It’s confusing sometimes.”

Dr. Adams chuckled, “I guess you need a program to help you keep track. I’m sorry, Jason; I don’t mean to laugh at you. Actually, I have to tell you, I am very impressed that you were able to go to your Mom and tell her. It speaks very highly for the trust you have in your parents. Many people like yourself are not so lucky.”

“I love them, and I know they love me. I hated lying to them. I figured it couldn’t really be any worse for them to know. Although if they had gone ballistic, which I was afraid of, I’m not sure what I would have done. It would have made it very difficult, since I don’t think I can quit doing this.”

“Have they given you permission to continue?”

“No, but Mom hasn’t tried to take back the bra and panty I took.”

“Did you tell her that you have them?”

“No, not exactly. I guess I didn’t. I don’t know what I will do if they make me give them back. I don’t want to steal from her, but I don’t think I can stop.”

“I don’t know whether you can or not. This is not my area of expertise, as you know. I have some thoughts on the subject, but I think you should speak to someone that is very familiar with transgender issues.”

“Transgender?”

“Transgender is a generic term for many types of people that are not comfortable with their physical gender, or gender role. There are psychologists that have made a career out of helping transgender people.”

“So you are saying that I am crazy, I need a shrink.” Jason started to get upset.

“No, Jason, not crazy. Psychologists help people that are confused, or need a little help understanding themselves. You are most definitely not crazy, but you are most definitely having some transgender issues. So you could use some help figuring out what is right for you, and a psychologist that is strong in that area would be of considerable help to you.”

Jason calmed down and said “Ok Doctor. If you think it will help. Will that cure me?”

“If you mean by that make you quit cross dressing, I don’t know. I’m not even sure that that should be the goal for you. One way or the other though, I hope you will come away feeling better about yourself in the end. But, Jason, I must say to you, you are NOT sick. You don’t need to be ‘cured.’ You need a little help in getting in touch with yourself and who you really are.”

“Ok.”

“I see your mom and dad just pulled in the parking lot. I will need to talk to them in private for a few minutes. Why don’t you go play the video game for a little while.”

“Sure, thanks, Dr. Adams. I really appreciate this talk, I feel a lot better.”

“You’re welcome, Jason.”

Chapter 3

The ride home was quiet. Jason could not read his parents’ expressions after they had spoken with Dr. Adams. When they got home, Jason went into his room and picked up a book to read. A short time later, his mother and father came in and sat on the bed next to him.

“Jason, we need to talk to you,” his mother said.

“Ok, Mom.”

“As you know Dr. Adams has suggested that we take you to see a psychologist that specializes in helping people with transgender issues. He also told us that we should not get our hopes up that this is something that would likely go away, or that you would grow out of. Even with treatment, he said, the odds are that you will always feel this need. I’m not sure that I accept that, and I am going to reserve my judgment on it until we have met with Dr. Daniels. In the meantime, I understand that you have some underwear that you took from me. Dr. Adams suggested that for the moment that I should let you have them. You may have them, but I want you to promise me that you will not take or use anything else of mine. No more sneaking into my drawer or the laundry; is that clear.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“In addition, I don’t want them hidden, so please get them from wherever they are hidden and put them in your underwear drawer. And they need to be washed when they have been worn.”

“But I only have one of each.”

“Jason, I expect you, at least for now to try to resist wearing them at all. I am allowing you to keep them, because Dr. Adams says that if I take them from you, you might be unable to control yourself from stealing something else from me. I don’t want you to have to do that, if you simply must do this.”

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry that I have disappointed you.”

“Jason, we love you, and you have not disappointed me.” She nodded to Jason’s father, who nodded his agreement. Then she continued, “I don’t understand this at all, but I love you, and we will meet with Dr. Daniels and try to figure out what is best for you. It may be that I will have to accept that this is who you are. If so, I will still love you. But I can’t say that it doesn’t worry me. I want you to be happy, and, someday, to find someone to share your life with. You tell me that you are not interested in boys, so you are not gay, but it will be very difficult for you to find a woman that will want to be with you if you are dressed as a woman yourself. That saddens me.”

“Mom, Dad, I love you both. I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt or worry either of you. I don’t understand it all myself, I just know that I need to do this. I will try to control it, but I have tried before, and just haven’t been able to. I will try again. When will we be meeting with Dr. Daniels?”

“I have to call and make an appointment with him.”

“Ok.”

“All right, it is getting pretty late. Why don’t you get ready for bed, and call it a night. I will call Dr. Daniels tomorrow and get an appointment.”

“Thanks Mom. Love you.” Jason hugs his mother, and then turning to his father, says, “I love you too, Dad.” He and his father exchanged a quick hug as well. “Good night.”

Chapter 4

When Jason got home from school the next day, his mother told him that she had made an appointment with Dr. Daniels for the following Wednesday. When Jason went into his room, he found that his mother had washed the panty and bra, and placed them in his underwear drawer. He couldn’t believe they were really his now, and that they belonged in his drawer. He just had to reach out and touch them, as if to make certain they were really there.

Jason was hit with an incredible desire to put them on right then and there, but he knew his mother would be very disappointed, and he resolved to try to resist as long as he could. With great effort, he closed the drawer and got started on his homework. His mother came in to check on him in a little while. “Jason, how was school today?”

“It was ok,” he replied.

“Do you have a lot of homework tonight?” his mom asked.

“Not really. Just some math, and some reading,” he answered. “I’m actually almost done with the math, and it is only a few pages in the Social Studies book.”

“Good. Did you notice I washed your ‘things’ and put them in your underwear drawer.” Her face looked pained as she said the word ‘things.’

“Yes, I noticed. Thank you.” Jason said quietly. “It is driving me crazy having them so close, and not being able to wear them. I know how much that hurts you, Mom, and I will try very hard to resist the temptation.”

“Oh Jason, I’m not trying to torture you. I guess it is a little like leaving a bottle of 20-year-old scotch just out of reach of an alcoholic. I would take them out of here, but then my things are just as close by. I don’t know, Jason; I just am so confused. What did your father and I do that brought this out in you? What should we have done differently?”

“Mom, I don’t know much about this yet, but Dr. Adams implied that it is not that uncommon. As far as I’m concerned you and Dad are the best parents anyone could ask for. I don’t know why I feel this way; I’m hoping that Dr. Daniels can help me to understand it myself. But I do know that I really don’t believe it has anything to do with you and Dad. I just can’t see how that is possible.”

“Well, I guess we are just going to have to take it a day at a time and see where this leads. Your father and I will be behind you, no matter what happens. I know it is hard, but I am going to ask you to keep trying to resist, for now. But, Jason, I don’t want you to torment yourself. If you are really tearing your hair out, then do what you have to, I’m not going to get mad at you.”

“Thanks, Mom, that actually helps.”

Jason made it through about three days before he just couldn’t take it any more. Each morning he woke up, and getting a clean pair of underwear out of his drawer, he would see the panty and bra and it was driving him up the wall. Finally, on Saturday morning, he just could not take it any more. He put on his bathrobe and went out and found his mother was in the kitchen having her morning coffee.

“Mom, I can’t take this anymore! I have tried, but I can’t go another day like this.”

“Ok, Jason.”

“Ok?”

“Jason, I told you I would not be angry with you, and that I did not want you to torment yourself. You have done very well, and I appreciate the effort that has gone into it. If you need to, you need to. We do have some errands to run today, but they can wait a little while. I would think you probably would not want to go out with bra straps showing under your t-shirt.”

“No, I don’t think that would be a very good idea.”

“Well, it is ten o’clock now; let’s plan on leaving by noon. Why don’t you take a quick shower, and then get dressed until it is time to go.”

“Thanks Mom. Do I have to stay in my room?”

“No dear. I may have to get used to this, so you may as well come on out.”

“Thanks.”

Jason raced into the bathroom, and very quickly took a shower. Once finished he went into his room and quickly put on his clothes. As soon as the bra was on, he could feel himself starting to relax. He thought about stuffing the bra, and decided not to push it. He knew his Mom was doing something that was very difficult for her, and did not want to make it any harder then it was.

Still he could not keep the smile off his face. He finished getting dressed, and then tentatively went back to the kitchen.

“Come on in, Jason. I’m not going to bite. You don’t really look that different. Since I know you have it on, I can see it, but would probably not even notice otherwise. Oops, when you turn around, I can definitely see the straps outlined. I would not suggest that you go out with that on. But I have to admit, you seem more relaxed and frankly happy then I have seen you in months.”

Jason blushed at the thought that his mother could see his bra straps, but he said “Mom, I just feel so comfortable right now. And I could feel the stress flowing from my body, as I got dressed. It just feels so right to me.”

“Well, if you continue this way, tell me a bra is comfortable on a hot, humid summer day, and we will see how you feel then!”

“Oh I understand that, and, really, that isn’t what I mean by comfortable anyway. It is more like I feel comfortable with myself, like I’m not hiding the real me. I know that probably doesn’t make sense to you, but it just is a very strong feeling for me.”

“I may not understand why dressing like that is making you feel like that, but I think I understand what you mean. Why don’t you fix yourself some breakfast; I’m sure you are hungry. Then, since you can’t go out and cut the grass dressed that way, you can help me inside with my chores.”

“Ok, Mom.” Jason grabbed a bowl, the milk and some cereal.

“Jason, I will admit, I’m curious.”

“About what?” he answered between bites of cereal.

“Well, I know that you have occasionally worn a skirt or blouse of mine. But you said that was fairly rare.”

“Yes, only if I could find something in the laundry. I was too afraid I would wrinkle or mess up something from your closet, and since you usually do the laundry Saturday morning, it was rare that I would have an opportunity. But I really loved it when it would happen.”

“I see. So you usually would wear them with your clothes? You really look no different dressed this way, unless you look very close.”

“Well, I would do some other things to appear more feminine,” he turned red as he answered his mother. “Plus it didn’t matter what I looked like, as much as what I felt like.”

“I see. I guess it would be hard to ignore the fact that you are wearing a bra. I barely even notice mine now; of course I would notice if I were not wearing one, but you don’t have breasts.”

“No, but I would fake them.”

“Oh, what did you use to stuff your bra?”

“Just rolled up socks. It was all that I had.”

“Why didn’t you do that this morning?”

“I did not want to push you too much. I know that this is really hard for you, and I did not want to make it any harder.”

“I see. Jason, go stuff your bra.”

“Mom, it’s Ok.”

“Jason, I don’t know what is going to happen in the future. We may ultimately reach a point where you move past this need, or I may ultimately have to get used to you as my daughter. If it is a possibility that you are going to be my daughter, then maybe I better start getting to know you. Besides, you are more likely to resist the temptation if, when you do get to do so, it is fully satisfactory. Now, please go stuff your bra.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

When Jason returned, his mother looked him over, and said, “Well, now you look a little more like a girl. But those rolled up socks are a bit lumpy, and they don’t move quite right. Obviously, if we do decide to explore this direction further, we will have to do something about that. For this morning though, that will do. Are you finished with breakfast?”

“Yes, I’ve had enough.”

“Ok, then why don’t you start by cleaning the kitchen? I’m going to go work on the laundry.”

“Sure, but what do you want me to do?”

“Well to start with, the things in the dishwasher are clean, put them away, and then take this morning’s breakfast dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Then clean the counter tops. Make sure you do under the toaster; there are bound to be plenty of crumbs there. When the counters are done, sweep and mop the floor.”

“Ok.”

Jason got to work, and was just about done mopping the floor when his mom came in. “Very good, Jason, thank you for helping me. We still have about 45 minutes, why don’t you take the guest bathroom, and I’ll do the upstairs one. If you finish up and have time, run the vacuum in the living room.”

Jason was finishing up the living room when his Mom called out, “Jason, great job, but it’s time to get moving. I’m afraid you have to go get changed. Hand me your lingerie after you take it off, I’m just about to run that through the wash.”

Jason reluctantly agreed and went into his room and got changed. He came out, handed his bra and panty to his mother, and said “Thank you, Mom, I really enjoyed this morning.”

“You’re welcome, Jason. And thank you, I appreciate the help you gave me this morning.”

“You’re welcome, Mom. What are the errands that we have to run?”

“I need to go to the grocery store. And then we are going to stop at the mall; we need to pick up a few things there.

Chapter 5

That night Jason reflected on the day. He had very much enjoyed the morning, working with his mother dressed at least in part as her daughter. He now knew for certain that no matter what happened after he started meeting with Dr. Daniels, that his parents would accept him.

He had been mildly disappointed that the trip to the mall had been only to pick up a gift, card and wrapping paper for his young cousin’s birthday. He had fantasized that his mother would add to his wardrobe, now that she had seen how much he needed this part of himself. Still, he understood how difficult this morning had been for his mother, and he was determined to make this as easy as possible for her.

Sunday morning he woke up and got ready to go to his cousin’s birthday party. As he put on his dress shirt and slacks, he wished he could have a nice party dress to wear instead. “Maybe next year,” he thought to himself. “I guess that really depends on what happens when I meet Dr. Daniels.”

On the way to the party, he asked, “Mom, you haven’t mentioned anything about, um, well you know, to Grandma and Grandpa or any of the rest of the family have you?”

“No, Jason. I don’t think it is necessary for them to know about that yet. I think we need to see how things go with Dr. Daniels before we make any decisions on telling them about it.”

“Jason, your mother and I will love and support you, no matter what happens. In the end, so will your Grandmother and Grandfather, but it will take some doing to bring them around. Aunt Sally will be fine, she is pretty liberal, and has a number of gay and lesbian friends. I suspect however, that your Aunt Jessica will have a total conniption, should she find out. She will start misquoting scripture, and condemn you to eternal damnation. She is not a very tolerant person.”

“I know Dad. I’ve heard her go off on all kinds of people. I guess that is why I was a little nervous about going to their house right now.”

“I doubt you would be welcome at their house if she knew, Jason. Which would almost be a blessing.” His father said with a grin.

“Richard! Is that any way to talk about your sister?” his mother said, although she had a grin on her face as she said it.

“Well she was alright until she met Bob. You can be certain that he would not allow Jason in his home, if he were to find out.”

“Dad, do you think they might be right. Maybe I am committing some huge sin.” Jason asked, looking upset.

“Jason, I don’t claim to know why you have this need to do this. But you are 14 years old, and from what you have told us this has been going on for several years already. You didn’t start this because it was ‘wrong.’ Something inside has made you this way. Maybe you can learn to overcome it. Maybe not. If you can, then that would help you because in this society, this is going to cause you problems. If not, then you will have to learn to deal with those problems. Either way, this does not seem to me to be something you ‘chose’ to do, and if that is the case, then my belief is that God made you this way. I just cannot bring myself to believe that a just god would do that to you and then ask you to spend your entire life trying to fight this need. The God I believe in is not that cruel. And I don’t care how many Old Testament quotes your Aunt Jessica throws out at me.”

“I agree with your father. I simply do not believe that God cares at all about the man-made artifact of clothes and which ones you wear. I’m sure he cares about how you use the body that he gave you, but he also gave you your mind. So no, I don’t think they are right.”

“Ok. I hope you are right, because I really don’t want to go to hell.” Jason said.

“Jason, if this is cause for God to send a 14 year old boy to hell, then he is not worthy of our worship or respect.” Jason’s father said passionately. “I’m sorry Jason, I don’t mean to sound disrespectful. I just get really upset about people that are so self-righteous and think that they have all the answers, and use that to look down or judge others. And I am overly sensitive to it, where my sister is concerned.”

“Well Richard, lets not borrow trouble. Jessica has no reason to know about what Jason is going through, and we aren’t going to give her one for now.”

“Agreed.”

“Yes Ma’am” Jason replied.

“Jason, just to be sure, you aren’t wearing anything right now are you?” Jason’s mother asked?

“No, it was tempting, particularly for the panties, as they would not show, but I was good.”

“That is good because here we are.”