On it was a pair of black stockings with pink garter belt, satin bra and panty set and a pair of black patent leather heels, all in a size that looked...like it would fit me. Since I am larger than Amy, I wondered where she had gotten the clothing, but she gave me no chance to wonder for long when she ordered me to hurry and dress before stepping out of the room. I pulled on the hose and they felt great sliding up my silky smooth legs! I fastened the garter belt and attached the stockings. I had. "Smell my farts you fuckin' weirdo"holding them to my nose". Then she slapped my face with them and sat on her bed, very angry. I oughta tell mom and dad what you did you're not suppossed to be in my room ever. Dad'll beat the shit out of you and you'll be grounded until you're 50". She was probably right about that, then she really scared me.I should tell my friends at school it'll be all over school by tommorrow afternoon that you're a fart smelling little pervert. She was taking her shoes. "You can help out with one of your colleagues. Follow me." He sets off down the corridor. I have to scurry to keep up with him. He leads the way into a room where Carrie is standing waiting submissively with her hands behind her back and her head bowed."Right, Fifty-two," George says to Carrie. "We'll try again now, but with Fifty here. Do you think you can do any better?" I'll try, Sir," Carrie responds. She doesn't sound very convinced."Well, then," says George, "you'd better start."Carrie. Hedid, indeed, like them. A lot. The soft, delicate fabric felt so lightand wonderful against his small, stiffening penis."Let me see how they look," his mother implored.Embarrassed, Bobby nonetheless complied and demurely unwrapped his towelto let his mom inspect his pantied body. Linda looked down at theobvious erection outlined in the thin fabric. It was exactly thereaction she had expected. She was overjoyed."You look so beautiful, Bobby!" she praised. "I have the most beautifuldaughter in.