“Bloody hell,” I said, “I can’t wear these, they’re way too big and they’re uncomfortable, my first ever knickers and they have to be gran...y pants.”Both Allison and Ben laughed then Allison said, “How old are you Cherry? And you’ve never worn a bra or knickers before? So where are you going to be wearing your new underwear? Who are they for?”“Nope, never worn either before. I’m just 14 and these are to stop me getting thrown out of the swimming pool or off the beach.”“And you want them to be. "Samantha laughed. "I hope you can forgive me. I used to wish thatsomething could change in me or with you so that we could be together.It almost feels like my wish came true." You're not alone in your wish, Samantha. I wished the same thing." I'm so glad it was your wish that made all this happen and not mine."I could see a mischievous glint in her eye. She became a little moresomber. "Do you think you'll miss anything about being a man?" There are only two things I can think of. Being able to. The feeling that my center's shifted downward, that shift of weightthat makes hips sway, begins to fade as I pace on and on around myplace. So, too, the tug of breasts, less noticed now, as the midday sunbeams in, less noticed as the shadows of the afternoon lengthen,crossing the window's sill. Perhaps whatever'd changed is now collapsing back. Perhaps I willreturn to normal. Perhaps in just an hour or two. Perhaps tonight.I cannot stay within my walls forever. If I take these old jeans, roll. “Where do you think they shove their big pricks, dear?”Has never talked that way. The scissors are cold, just slightly, on my belly, as they slide down under my little panties, and Jenny is clipping, clipping, and I am gasping, “No…”But then, she has finished, run over my pussy, my ass, up my back, and is holding the trophy of my panties up, for me to see, with a big smile.“My panties…” I gasp, idiotically. What else? The flag of Egypt?“I already have bought new ones for you,” she says. “Three.