Ian stood nervously outside the lingerie shop. Often while passing the shop he had furtively looked in the window at the display of knickers and other intimate items worn by girls and women. Ian was a knicker fetishist. The very thought of a girls knickers would give him an erection. The sight of a woman's panties would almost make him come. But, what he really liked to do was wear ladies knickers. He loved the feel of silky nylon around his genitals. He loved to see his prick bulging inside a woman's knickers. He loved the feeling when walking down the street that he had a secret, that underneath his trousers were a pair of very feminine panties just like those worn by the girls walking past him. Bestof all, he liked to wearknickers in the presence of their owner. Like the wife of the local publican. She was a very attractive mature woman, a brunette with a superb figure.

Ian had waited a long time before his chance came to take a pair of her knickers off her washing-line. They were black nylon ones. What ecstasy when he pulled them on. But then round to the pub, and talking to the publican and his wife while wearing the wife's knickers. And when she had said, "I'd like to get my hands on the bloke who stole my knickers last night," Ian came in those knickers as if he had never come before. But in the window of the lingerie shop was a pair of pink knickers that he just had to have. The nylon looked exquis­itely silky. The style was superb. And they were pink, the girliest colour possible. More feminine than the black ones that he was wearing. But dare he go in the shop and buy them? He had to. The shop seemed quiet. Now or never. He walked in. It could have been worse. The nearest part of the long counter was deserted except for a friendly looking assistant. At the other end of the counter a group of women huddled in conversation.

"Can I help you, sir?" asked the assistant, smiling. Ian took a deep breath. "Yes," he replied, "I want to buy a pair of nylon knickers." "What sort, sir, plain or frilly?" "Er, frilly ones please." "Yes sir, and what colour?" "Pink, please." Then the bottom dropped out of Ian's world. The assistant's smile changed to a sneer. In a very loud voice, she called up to the group of women at the other end of the counter, "Jill, would you serve this young man? He wants a pair of frilly pink knickers." The women sniggered. Ian blushed to the roots of his hair. A beautiful arrogant young woman beckoned him. "Come here, sir," - it was an order. Ian walked up to the other end of the counter, wishing the ground would swallow him up. There were five other women there, and one of them was the publican's wife, and he was wearing her knickers. The assistant, Jill, took out a tray full of pink knickers, and placed it on the counter. She picked up the top pair and held them up. "These are extra silky ones, sir. Did you particularly want silky knickers?" "Well, er, I . . ." "Cynthia, you have a pair of these, don't you. Would you recommend them?" "Certainly, I'm wearing them now. and they feel lovely on. Would the young man like to see what they look like on?" "I'll bet he would," said the publican's wife, "go on, show him." I wanted to run, but was frozen to the spot as Cynthia began to hitch up her tight skirt. Ian's prick throbbed erect as Cynthia revealed her beautiful legs. She was wearing stockings. Taut pink suspenders came into view. Then the pink knickers. Ian wanted to look away because looking with the other women giggling because he was looking was very embarrassing. But, he could not look away. The pink knickers clung softly to Cynthia's body. They were semi-transparent, and he could see her pubic bush. Then. she took a chair, and lifted one leg up onto it. Her pelvis rotated, the crotch of the knickers was exposed, its creases outlining the cunt it enclosed.

"Had your eyeful," she said. "Now you've had a good look at my knickers, how about me having a good look at yours?" "No, you mustn't," shouted Ian desperately, but the women had grabbed his arms. "Into the changing room with him. Lock the shop up Jill and let's have some fun." Ian was bundled into a room with mirrors on all walls. He heard the shop door being locked. "Please let me go" he pleaded. "Not until I've had a little peep," said the girl in the pink knickers, and began to undo Ian's trousers. She pulled them down. "Well, well, girls, what have we here. A proper sissy I think. He's wearing girls knickers," "Let's see, let's see." "Why, the little sod, they're my knickers. He must have pinched them." In spite of her apparent annoyance, the sight of Ian's sexual organs bulging inside her knickers was rather exciting. She began to mock him. "So, the silky  pink knickers were for you. Fancy a man wanting to wear pink knickers. What a sissy. Shall we find some nice silky girls things for you?" She picked up the pink knickers. She held them right up to his face. "I want to see what you look like in pink knickers. Where can we put them while I pull your black knickers down? I know." The other women howled with glee as she pulled the pink knickers right over Ian's head. They could see his face quite clearly through the thin nylon of the knickers, and it was a sight for sore eyes. He could not have looked more humiliated. Then Cynthia knelt down in front of him, and slowly pulled the black knickers down, exposing his genitals to the giggling women. She made him sit down on a low stool and adjusted the knickers over his head so that he was looking through one of the leg-holes.

Now she was really going to have some fun. Standing directly in front of Ian, her pelvis about twelve inches from his pantie clad face, she slowly hitched her skirt right up.

She began to mock him. "So, you like to wear ladies knickers, do you, Ian? Do you like to feel all girly in your silkies? How do you like my silkies? Pink is such a suitable colour for a sissy. We are all going to watch while you put my pink knickers on, and if you don't do exactly as we say, we shall have to tell the police that we have caught the knicker thief. You won't mind putting knickers on in front of girls, will you? After all, only girls wear knickers, so when you're putting my knickers on, you'll be a girl just like us." The other women egged her on. "Make him put your knickers on, Cynthia." "Yes, let's see sissy-boy in girls panties." "Let's dress him com­pletely in girls things. A pretty frock. petticoats, everything, and then he can put on a little show for us." "What a super idea, let's change him into a girl."

Poor Ian. And to make matters worse, the sight of Cynthia's knickers was giving him an erection. Cynthia was quick to capitalise on this. "My, are you getting all excited at the thought of putting girls things on. I bet you can't wait to step into my silky knickers. I've never seen a boy put girls knickers on. I've always wanted to make a boy put girls panties on, and in front of lots of girls too. Now, be a good girly-boy, and pull my knickers down and put them on." Blushing scarlet with embarrass­ment, Ian seized the sides of Cynthia's knickers, and slowly pulled the silky garment down. The girls laughed when he got the leg elastics caught in her suspenders. Finally he got them off. He sat their, holding the knickers in his trembling hands. His eyes pleaded with his tormentors, but they were in no mood for mercy. "Now, step into the knickers, but, before you pull them up, stand on the stool so we all have a good view." Ian had no choice. All the girls were looking at him as he got the pink knickers ready to put on. Then, left foot in, right foot in. He pulled the knickers up to his knees, and struggled up onto the stool. "Look us in the eye, now." Ian forced himself to look at the girls, grabbed the waist-band of the knickers, and pulled them up over his seminal organs. It was done. They had all watched him put girls knickers on, and now they were all giggling at the bulge in the front of the knickers where his male parts seemed to struggling to escape from their silky knicker prison. "Let's get some more girls clothes for him. It'll be fun to make him put a girls dress on." "With lots of frilly petticoats." "And a bra, don't forget a bra." Soon, each woman in the fitting room was holding an article of girls clothing which Ian was going to have to put on in front of them.