"Give me your knickers," Paul said. Again, shame-faced and totally humiliated, I did as I was told. I picked up my pink panties and handed them to Pau..., who smiled at my submissiveness and openly sniffed the crotch of my panties before handing them to Tommy, who also sniffed them."That's what girls smell like," Paul said, grinning."Go and stand in the corner, Emma," Tommy said. "Hands on head."Why was I doing this? Why was I allowing two teenage boys to order me around like I was their servant. I just grinned and told her we’d find something for her to get comfortable in. I closed the door and was soon rewarded with the sound of her singing along to the music.Her assistant manager was a good chef in her own right, and I had bribed her into getting Sandy’s sizes and doing a little shopping. A trip to Victoria’s Secret netted a couple of really nice gowns, two teddies, bras and panties that were sexy, some that were just comfortable, and some that were both. There was a nice silk robe. He'd accepted the diagnosis because that was what he'd expected as a result of the therapy sessions. He asked if I was OK with the diagnosis and if I really wanted to be female and a girl.I of course said, 'yes that's what I always wanted.'He then promised that they would give me all their support if that was what I wanted to go through and he explained about how he had planned together with my therapist how the transition would happen. He told me what he expected out of me. Also he said that. It means a lot.” Anna leaned in and gave me a hug, her naked body pressed against mine. Her tits on my arm. Against my will, my cock started to harden again. The taboo of my naked sister hugging me, however platonic, was still thrillingly sexy. “Uh…of course Anna. You know I love you no matter what. Straight, lesbian, bi, whatever.” Anna looked down, then chuckled. “Seems like you really do love me.” “Well…uh…” Anna and I just let it slide, then both turned to my girlfriend and Tammy who were.