This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

  When they got home, Jamie went to his room with the bag Grandma had given him.

  “Might just as well see what Grandma thinks are ‘nice’ camisoles,” he mumbled under his breath.

  They were all soft pastel colors and were simple design. The neck and arms openings had a trim of lace, so small, it was easy to overlook and there was a small satin bow that helped define the front. What he didn’t understand was the two seams on the front that started in the arm holes and ran toward the center of the front about three or four inches then turned and went down to the hem. He though ti was an odd seam placement. Why not straight down the side, like other shirts? Each cami had a matching pair of panties. He picked up the first cami and felt of it. I was even softer than his mom’s slip. It really felt nice; the panties were of the same material and kind of stretchy. What would it be like to wear them? he thought. Maybe I’ll try it tomorrow. I don’t feel like changing my hose right now.

  He decided to put on the cami when he changed out of his work clothes. He almost reached for his jeans shorts, but remember his conversation with Grandma about getting used to those skorts she’d bought him, so he went with the blue one. For a top, after donning a blue cami, he paired it with lighter blue top; one with a Peter Pan color that he always thought was a little to girlie, but no one else did.

  He stopped by the bathroom to get a good look the resulting look. The top was just sheer enough that with the harsh light over the mirror, he could just make out the cami. Oh man, he thought, all I need now is to brush my hair the way Tabitha had after our time at the arcade and anybody would for sure peg me as a girl.

  Against his better judgement, he picked up the hair brush and tried to duplicate her efforts. He wasn’t sure it was the same, but it was close enough to confirm his opinion.

  “Well, I’m not going to put on lipstick, or any other make up… that’d be over the top,” he said out loud. He had run out of that lip gloss that the Avon lady had given him. No one seemed to notice he’d stopped wearing it.

  After much dithering about the idea, he decided to let his mother see what it looked like.

  “Mom, I met Julie’s new boyfriend today,” Samatha said.

  “The one that’s been taking up all her free time?”

  “Yeah. He’s really nice. He works in a shoe store. Julie met him when they ended up having to share a table when the food court was really busy at their lunch time. Anyway, he’s got a cousin that’s two years younger than he is and wants to get him a date for tomorrow. Julie thought of me.”

  “I don’t know. I saw Julie coming out of the cinema with a guy. He looked older than Julie.”

  “Yeah that must have been him. Last Saturday, right?”

  “Yes it was. Does her mother know this boyfriend is older?”

  “Oh yeah. After the movie, they went to Julie’s so that her mom could get to know the guy. Her mom thought enough of him to let him take Jamie and his friend to her house and go out for ice cream on the way.”

  “Just how old is this guy?”

  “Aaron?”

  “No, his younger cousin. Because Aaron looks like a college student.”

  “He, Aaron, is. That’s why Julie took him to her house for dinner. That was the condition of her going out with him. His cousin is just two years older than Julie and I are. Before you say yes or no, why don’t you call Julie’s mom and see what she says about Aaron. If she vouches for him, couldn’t you OK one double date? If I like him and he wants another date, I’ll bring him around for you to meet before we go out a second time.”

  “Megan, what ever happened with you and Josh Martins? You haven’t seen him since he took you to that beach party,” her mother wanted to know.

  “I’m not likely to either.”

  “Why won’t you see him? Did you do something that made him angry with you? If you did, you should call him and apologize.”

  “It’s more that I didn’t do something.”

  “Whatever do you mean; didn’t do something.”

  “Mother please! I’d rather not talk about it.”

  “Oh Megan, I’m hurt. I’m your mother. Daughters are supposed to talk about boy troubles with their mothers. I was young once too, you know. You can tell me what you did.”

  “I said ‘no’, OK, I said ‘no’!”

  Jamie got out of the shower, toweled off and put on his robe. Taking the blow dryer he began to dry his hair. Julie and Mom didn’t blink an eye when I brushed it like Tabitha did, he thought. Do they really think that was a good way for me to wear my hair? It had looked really girlie to him.

  In his room, he started to pull on his pantyhose for the night, a pair of sheer to the waist suntan Leggs sheer energy, but paused. He thought about what Grandma had said; how girls wear panties under their hose, especially when wearing sheer to the waist hose.

  What would it be like? he wondered for the second time. The cami had really felt really nice. Easily as nice as the first time he wore pantyhose. Without making up his mind to do so, he walked to his dresser and opened the drawer that he’d stored the camisoles and panties in. He took out a pair of the panties and caressed the material with his fingertips. He then lift them to his cheek and rubbed them softly against the smooth skin there.

  He thought about the peach top he would be wearing on Tuesday and placed the panties he was holding back in the drawer and got out the pinkish/orange pair and slipped them on, keeping the small silk bow to the front like on the cami.

  “Hi, sorry to bother you so late, but Samantha is on me to approve something my better judgement says I shouldn’t,” Samantha’s mother told Julie’s mother over the phone. “She’s nominated you the expert on the situation.”

  “Expert? Pray tell what am I an expert on?”

  “Samantha tells me that Julie has a new boyfriend and that he’s a college student. She says you’ve checked him out and given your stamp of approval on the relationship. Is she right?”

  “In a manner of speaking. Aaron, much to my dismay, isn’t exactly a new boyfriend. She’s known him for about two years and they’ve been having lunch dates most days when they are at work. They both have jobs at different stores at the mall. I’m not sure how long or how often, but they’ve met several times for movie matinee’s and managed an evening date or two all when she was supposed to be out with friends. However, I didn’t know about him until a couple of weeks ago.”

  “Sounds like something I’d have grounded Samantha for. How is it that you’ve given your approval?”

  “As I said, I found out a couple of weeks ago. There was a beach party down at the lake, a couple of them. One Aaron and his friends organized and one some younger folks had put together. Julie was there with Aaron. They were going to watch the sunset and come home. That plan kind got derailed when they heard one of the younger girls protesting to her boyfriend that she had said no. She said it more than once in a loud voice. Long story short Aaron and Julie stopped a date rape and took the girl home.

  “So based on that good deed, I felt I needed to know more about this good Samaritan when Julie decided to let me know what happened. To forestall any temptation for her to lie, I offered amnesty if she would confess all. She spilled her guts on the matter.

  “After thinking about it, I realized just how close Julie is to being an adult. It occurred to me that Julie was old enough and could, in the right circumstances, sue for emancipation and have it granted. Not that she has any cause. So on condition that I get to know this guy I would allow the relationship, but that they would be on strict probation until Julie is eighteen. One late curfew, one being somewhere they shouldn't be, doing something they shouldn’t and that my approval would go away.

  “I assume that you have some reason you wanted the details of my approval of Aaron.”

  “Yes. It seems Samantha’s jealous of Julie and wants to date Aaron’s cousin. She seems to think that if you approved Aaron, I should approve Aaron’s cousin because if Aaron is OK, his cousin should be too.”

  “I see, as if being an upstanding individual runs in families.”

  “That’s the way I see her logic. And I can see yours as well. Sixteen is an awkward time for girls. They’ve started to mature into adults and the boys they know are nearly always still very much juvenile. So older men seem attractive. I remember having a crush on one of my cousin’s friends, three years my senior. In all fairness, Aaron’s cousin is only two years older.”

  “I know that Samantha has complained to Julie that since she’s started dating Aaron, their girl time together has suffered. I know that in the past they’ve double dated so having boyfriends didn’t interfere with them needing to hang out.”

  “That’s what Samantha is asking me to approve; a double date to get to know him, after which, if she likes him she’ll bring him to dinner so I can see for myself that he’s, as you say, an upstanding individual.”

  “Sounds like our daughters are conspiring to make this happen. Perhaps we should conspire to keep a cap on things. How about that we require all dates to be double dates and that we do some family things together, like we used to when the girls were young. Only in this version they bring boyfriends.”

  “You mean like the picnics and amusement park outing we had?”

  “Exactly. That would let us see these young men with their guard down.”

  Tuesday Tabitha greeted Jamie with enthusiasm.

  “Hi Jamie, you’re looking particularly nice today.”

  “Thanks, I’m trying to look my best. The extra money I get for working all week is great. I’m going out of my way to keep Lucille happy with me.”

  “It’s a good idea to keep the boss happy. So how are you going out of your way to do that?”

  “You remember that time I spilled the beads and used my shirt to hold them when I picked them up?”

  “Yes, that was a mess.”

  Jamie looked around to make sure that Kelli wasn’t in earshot.

  “Lucille said then that I should be wearing a camisole so I wouldn’t expose the top of my pantyhose. She ran into my grandmother at the mall last weekend and brought it up again.” He looked around again. “So my grandmother bought me some, so I’m wearing one today. Mom thinks that my tops are thin enough that I need something under them.”

  Tabitha stood back and looked him over.

  “Yes, now that you tell me, I can see it. Is it the same color as your top?”

  “As close as I could get.”

  “Somehow, it makes the color of your top richer, more luxurious. It makes your top flow more naturally when you move than when you’re not wearing one. How do you like it?”

  “It kind of surprised me. It feels really nice.”

  Later when they were enjoying lunch in the tiny lunchroom Tabitha carried the conversation on.

  “I can’t get over how much a camisole improves the look of your top. I’m going to have to rethink my feelings about camis. I’ve always thought of then as an extra layer to wear when it was cold, kinda like a man’s undershirt.”

  “When my grandmother gave them to me I wasn’t sure about wearing them. They’re kind girls’ underwear. Mom pointed out they had a practical purposes. Plus it’s kind of silly of me to worry about wearing girl’s underwear when I’m already wearing pantyhose skorts and girl’s tops; not to mention shoes.”

  “I have some camis. Maybe I’ll start wearing them when I wear a skirt and top. You know when I bought mine, they were sold as sets with matching underpants.”

  Jamie felt the blood rush to his face.

  “Did your come with matching panties?” Tabitha wanted to know.

  Jamie studied the table and nodded.

  “I shouldn’t have said anything about the panties. I embarrassed you.”

  Jamie looked out the lunchroom door and asked, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

  “Sure.”

  “It’s the kind of question that girls wouldn’t normally answer to a boy and a boy shouldn’t ask a girl.”

  “Jamie,” she said, and put her hand on his arm. “You’re not like any other boy I’ve ever known. I feel close to you and I don’t mind sharing personal information. What did you want to ask?”

  Jamie took a breath and held it a few moments.

  “Do you, … do girls wear panties under their pantyhose?”

  Tabitha smiled. "I can see why you were reluctant to ask. I can’t speak for all girls, but I do and my mother does.” She paused and glanced toward the door. Encouraged by him having asked a personal question and decided to ask one of her own. “Do you wear underwear under your hose?”

  “Well I wasn’t. My regular underwear are boxers and they’d bunch up if I did.” He paused and chewed his lip a bit. “The camis Grandma gave me came with panties and she told me that most girls wear them under their hose.”

  “You said, ‘wasn’t’; does that mean you are now?” Tabitha whispered.

  Jamie nodded, “I decided to try it.”

  “I can’t imagine not wearing them, even with pantyhose. Which do you think is better; with or without?”

  “With,” Jamie answered quicker than he wanted to.