Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 17:47:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Rachael White <wrachael1991@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pantyhose Are a Powerful Thing Chapter 1  TG

Chapter I
      This is the story of me before Debra, I was a man's man, all my
friends worshiped me and the women wanted me. I could pick any person in a
bar and have them in bed with me, I lived the good life. I had a job
selling and buying stock, and had quite a knack for spotting a good
opportunity. Then I met Debra and my whole world changed, but I'm getting
ahead of myself, here is the story of how Rob died, and Tiffany was born.
      As I crept out of the bed of his latest "victim", quietly got
dressed, and snuck out of the house to my car to head home, I noticed that
lights were still on a few houses over, but thought nothing of it.  None of
my friends quiet understood how I was so good at charming women. There was
nothing truly special about me, I was 23 years old, average height,
standing at 6'1", not particularly built muscular wise, and was only
slightly above average for endowment. However, I had a way of getting a
woman to leave with me any time he tried. If my friends managed to convince
me I would swing a couple women their way, making sure it was a sure thing
first of course, but I always saved the best for myself.
      One night my friends, Michael and Tim asked me to go out with them
and help them get laid. I agreed, feeling the urge to bang a chick as well.
      "C'mon Rob, hurry, we're gonna be late." Rushed Tim.
      "Late for what? It's not like the girls are gonna expire." I laughed
as I pulled on my shoes and grabbed the keys.
      Tim and Michael were already waiting by the door ready to head out,
eager to let me friend work my magic. As they rode up to the usual club,
The Ruby, I immediately noticed that it would be "slim pickins"
tonight. Tim and Michael didn't seem to notice a different because to them
a girl was a girl, but with my expertise I only went for the best, and the
best of these girls was only slightly more than average. We walked into the
club and Tim and Michael immediately picked out "their" girls, one a blonde
with a white sparkling dress with B cup breasts and shoulder length hair. I
thought she lacked a real behind worth looking at, but it was for Michael
so I didn't care much. The second girl was a redhead wearing a black
strapless dress that came down to her mid-thigh, she had slightly larger
breasts and a more impressive behind, but still below my standards.  As I
walked over to the blond, I learned her name was Kimberly, she like
butterflies, and enjoyed horror movies. "What a catch..." I thought. I
slowly directed her attention over to Michael, sure enough before long she
was walking over to him. I did the same with Brittney, the brunette, and
with even more ease, she was walking over to Tim.
	Now that I was warmed up, it was my turn, I turned and slowly
scanned the room, just out of the corner of my eye I saw her, the best of
the best walking into the club. She wore a deep purple halter top dress
with beige pantyhose, black stiletto heels, with long black slightly curly
hair. She had perfect slightly smaller than D breasts, and a behind that
you could bounce a dime off of. Her eyes however were a deep brown, with
slighted eyes that almost drew me in on their own. This woman was truly to
be one of the best I would ever bang, so I wanted to put considerable
effort into this one. I walked over to her, feeling confident as usual.
	"Hi, my name's Rob, let me buy you a drink."
	The woman stared at me with reading eyes, it seemed as if she saw
right through me, she could see everything I was and had done.
	"Tell you what Rob, why don't we skip the pleasantries, we both
know why you are here, and why I'm here. Wanna get outta here?"
	I couldn't believe how easy this was, a little too easy, but who
cared, what could possibly go wrong. So we headed out to her car. I left my
car and keys with my friends tonight so they could get their dates home. I
would just call a cab. We got her car, a very nice Corvette with every bell
and whistle you could possibly imagine. I couldn't help but think, "Damn,
this girl must have a wealthy family or have a great job." She lived only a
couple miles outside town in a huge Victorian mansion, or at least it was a
mansion by a normal person's standards. It seemed odd that a woman of such
wealth would go to a club like The Ruby just for a quick bang but, I was
not about pass it up. We entered into a huge entry way with twin spiral
staircases with beautiful painting on the way of gorgeous women that I
assumed were family. There were finely crafted tables at each side of the
long, broad hallway that went back into the main part of the house. She
took my hand and led me up the stairs; we proceeded down a long hallway
with more beautiful woman side by side with handsome men. It was a wonder
she was so beautiful, her entire family lineage was wrought with beautiful
men and women. She then opened a door into a large room with antique
furniture each probably worth more than everything I owned. "This is
amazing."
	The woman stopped near the bed and let me go, then looked at me
with those eyes, "So Rob, before we get started I do have a kind of fetish,
and I won't sleep with you unless you do as I wish, I will understand if
you choose not to and leave however."
	No way in hell was I going to pass with up, she was gorgeous, and
no fetish short of painful things was going to keep me from this, so I
agreed eagerly to whatever it was.
	She lit up with excitement as I agreed and said, "Ok, wait here and
undress, I'll be right back."
	I had no idea what she was going to do or bring back, but I didn't
hesitate and had all my clothes off only a second after the door
closed. She entered in a short time holding what looked like a pair of
pantyhose.
	"If you would wear these for me, it would turn me on so much and
make me so happy." She said holding out the white pantyhose.
	I figured, what the hell, it's no big deal, I'm sure I had either
thought of or done weirder things for sex before. So I slid them on, they
were a little difficult as I had never put anything like them on before,
they were very tight and very difficult to move or make comfortable, but it
was for sex, no greater purpose in my mind. I could feel her watching me
every inch of the way. As I finally pulled the waistband up and over my
very erect penis, the whole room seemed to shift for a second. I felt a
little light headed but nothing more, I figured was just from standing too
quickly and passed it off. She then moved towards the bed, I followed like
a love sick puppy. As we climbed in, she pulled off the robe she had
changed into while she fetched the hose. She was wearing a black corset,
the same beige stockings with garters and a matching black lace bra and
pantie set. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She stopped me as I went to
climb on top of her and start my work. She then moved to run my pantyhose
clad legs; she rubbed every inch of then except for area covering my
bursting erection. "Why won't she touch me where it matters, I'm gonna have
to force my hand in a second if this doesn't go somewhere quick."
	Just as I finished the thought I felt her hand moving up my leg
slowly to my erection. When she finally touched every inch of the erection,
I felt odd. As if out of nowhere I wasn't in the mood anymore, I just
wanted to sit and let her keep caressing my legs, so I did. Within a few
moments my, before bursting, erection slowly returned to its flaccid
state. She asked me to spend the night with her, which I gladly accepted if
it meant her rubbing my legs.
	For another hour or so, she rubbed and caressed. Then she got up
and walked to the door and left. It was ok, I was comfortable there in the
bed, the sheets I noticed were exceptionally soft, and probably worth more
than my car and the pillows seems to welcome my head to them. I couldn't
figure out why but I felt very comfortable there in the bed, it was almost
homey. I had strange dreams that night, my mind seemed to replay me sliding
on the pantyhose and the woman, whose name I still had not discovered,
rubbing and caressing them. I then woke suddenly; it felt damp between my
legs. I reached under the covers and felt sticky goo, which only meant one
thing, a wet dream. I felt so embarrassed; I had not had a wet dream since
I was a teenager. I then realized it was daylight outside, I scrambled out
of bed, wondering what time it was, I couldn't find a clock anywhere and my
clothes seemed to have disappeared with my cell in the jean pocket. I
looked down and noticed I was still wearing the pantyhose from the previous
night, I laughed that I had actually fallen asleep in them and slowly
pulled them off. When they were completely off, I felt strange, like I was
more naked than usual. I didn't care though; I then wrapped the blanket
over me and walked to the door. As it opened a smell of apples came rushing
in, "I wonder if that smell was there before."
	I walked out and wondered down the stairs that I had journeyed up
last night and towards the wonderful smell. I found what was I assume the
kitchen, big enough to be industrial. I looked and saw the woman standing
near the counter cutting apples.
	As she looked up she frowned, "Where are your pantyhose?"  "My
pantyhose? Well I suppose she did give them to me."  "I took them off
because I was going to change, but I can't seem to find my clothes."  She
looked almost disappointed, "I washed them and hung them in the closet in
the room."
	I felt so stupid that I didn't think to look there first before
dragging the blanket around looking like a fool. I hurried back to the
room, again feeling the homey sense, and found the closet at the far end of
the room. I opened it to see a much larger inside that what I thought would
be. There were hundreds of shoes and clothes, both male and female. I
assumed from all her relatives that stayed here on holiday, or possibly the
clothes of the maids and servers in the house. Whatever the case I found my
shirt, pants and shoes. But I couldn't seem to find my underwear or socks
anywhere. I then spotted a large dresser at the end of the closet, I opened
the first drawer to see, neatly folded, bras. "Nope." I opened the second
to find the same. I kept searching through every drawer, only to find
nothing but panties, pantyhose and bras. So I, feeling a bit sheepish, I
found a pair of white opaque pantyhose, thinking they could double as socks
if nobody took a good look, and a pair of cotton boy cut panties. As I slid
the panties on, my penis got caught on the back end of the waistband and
tucked back. I chuckled at what had happened and looked down. "Oh look now
I am a girl." I laughed to myself a little more, but decided not to worry
about the tucked penis and just get going, so I slid the tights up, these
were much easier, as they were thicker and less delicate. As soon as the
waistband hit my hips I felt a tight squeeze. I figured since they were
thicker, they would feel tighter, so I then put my pants, shirt and shoes
on and headed for the room door.
	I figured I would never see this strange woman again, so I would
keep my little accident a secret and let her maids deal with it. I headed
back to the kitchen to see the woman still chopping apples and bade her
farewell and thanked her for washing my clothes and letting me stay the
night.
	She looked up and smiled, I again felt as if she was looking right
through me, and said, "By midnights chime, thou shalt return to me as a
child past her bed time."
	"This woman is insane, girl? Bed time? What in the world was she
talking about." Si smiled and waved, I then walked to the door and felt a
tiny tinkling feeling in my crotch. "God I need to get home, these
pantyhose and panties are itchy."