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Chapter 2

"You want me to put on panties? " I said, louder than I would have liked, nearly jumping off the bed.

?My heart was pounding, a rushing sound filling my ears.

"I know how much you like seeing me in it," she said, eyes wide with surprise.

How can she ask me to do this?

"I'm a man!" I objected. "I may be — whatever, I wear this cage. But that doesn't make me any less of a man. "

"I don't think of you as less than a man!" she said quickly. "Honestly, honey. You're perfect to me like this. I love knowing how dedicated it makes you."

I frowned and crossed my arms, waiting for her to go on.

"It's just… would you try it for me? You know how much the cage turns me on. This… this would add to that for me."

"What, you want a girlfriend now?" I snapped.

I couldn't tell if I was angry or insulted or hurt by what she was asking. Feelings swirled inside of me, all of them made more confusing by my cage. It was tighter than ever, now, bordering on painful. It didn't make any sense that the idea of wearing panties would do that, so I assumed it was because we'd just had sex.

That's the only thing it could be, I told myself.

"No, I don't want a girlfriend," she said flatly, her tone edging on hurt now. "I don't want to be with someone else. I want you!"

Her eyelids fluttered and her thighs pressed together. She was getting turned on again. She bit her lip and looked up at me, eyebrows raised hopefully.

"I just want to try it with you all dolled up," she finished, her voice dripping with arousal.

All of that, just from thinking about me in lingerie?

I furrowed my brow and narrowed my eyes, still unconvinced.

"I don't know, Amy," I answered, keenly aware that "I don't know" was a long ways away from "No way."

"Look, if you hate it, we don't have to do it again."

"You promise?"

"Of course, honey," she smiled, then it turned slightly wicked. "The only thing I want you to hate is how long I keep you locked up."

?I felt myself surge in the cage and threw her a wry smile. "Alright. We can try it, okay?"

"I have just the perfect outfit for you!" she beamed, throwing open the closet and pulling out a gossamer garment barely clinging to the hanger. "Now let's get you dressed!"

One time, then she'll let it go. No way I'm going to like this.

But my cage had never felt tighter.

She could barely keep her hands off me as she helped me shave in the shower. First my legs, then my arms, then carefully around my cage until my body was completely hairless. It was strange to look at — me, with all the usual lumps and scars, but different and changed.

"Your skin is so soft like this," she cooed, running her hands over my legs and arms.

I had to admit it did feel good. The air was a cool breath over my denuded skin. Even the tiniest touch gave me goosebumps, and Amy's touches were anything but gentle. Fingers scraped across me, drawing out tiny moans and gasps as she discovered newly sensitive spots.

"This feels spectacular," I breathed. "Why doesn't everyone do this?"

She giggled. "Because shaving all the time is such a pain. We should probably just wax you. That way it'll be permanent."

I shot her a glance, but she had turned away, grabbing my towel and throwing it over her shoulder at me.

But this is just a one-time thing, right?

The blue babydoll was laid out on the bed next to matching lingerie and stockings. It had a corset-style bodice, sheer with small floral polkadots. Strips of lace ran up and down its length, with more trimming the sheer cups. A layered sheer skirt emerged from it in tiers, the shortest on top and longest below, giving it a bell shape. The thong panties had a large blue bow over the rear, with matching bows over each strap on the garter belt.

My stomach drew in on itself as I looked at the girlish pile. "You really want me to wear all that?"

"I think blue will look so pretty on you," she grinned. "Don't you want to be pretty?"

My mouth twitched into something like a grimace, but I said nothing. Instead, I scooped up one of the stockings. It was light enough to be insubstantial, a sheer cascade of silk through my fingers. Just holding it made me shiver with anticipation. I couldn't imagine how it would feel to wear.

"Roll it up and stick your toe into it," Amy explained, demonstrating with the other.

I followed her actions, drawing it slowly up my freshly shaved legs. The sensation was immediate and overpowering — a gasp of surprise that quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure as the soft stocking stroked and squeezed my leg. The silky and smooth feeling as almost enough to make me cum right there.

"Oh wow," I said, covered in goosebumps. "Oh, that's amazing."

Amy's face split into a huge grin. "Aren't you glad you're trying this?"

"Why don't girls wear these all the time?" I breathed, ignoring her question.

"Maybe you just need to be the right kind of girl," she answered with a shrug.

_Maybe_I_ need to be the "right kind of girl?"_

Amy patiently showed me how to clip my stockings into my garter belt, then thrust the rest of the lingerie into my arms. "Go get changed in the bathroom. I want to see what you look like all at once."

"Uh, okay," I said, slightly taken aback.

Another moan escaped my mouth as I took my first step. The garter belt constantly tugged my stockings upwards, so with every step, they caressed my skin. I stopped cold, almost doubling over from the intensity of the feeling. The touch of the stockings was relentlessly arousing.

Amy giggled from behind me. "Pretty amazing, right?"

"Pretty amazing," I agreed, barely able to form the words.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Distracted as I was by the stockings, I managed to make my way to the bathroom with the rest of my assigned lingerie. I was quietly thankful that Amy had helped me with the garter belt — without her, there was no way I would have figured it out. But even I could sort out panties and a babydoll.

I stepped into the lacy leg holes of the thong and pulled it up. The brush of the trim against my stocking-glazed legs made me gasp again, though I tried to stifle it. It settled neatly between my cheeks, my cage nestling into the sheer strip of fabric at the front. I was surprised at how comfortable it felt to wear. Why had I heard girls complain about them before?

It wasn't just comfort, I was slowly realizing. It went beyond that. As I threaded my arms through the shiny spaghetti straps of the babydoll and let it float down around my hips, I turned my thoughts over and over. It was a new feeling, though it felt familiar to something I'd felt before. Vulnerable but with an edge of power. Pretty, yes, but there was something else.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eyes, afraid of what I might find there. Worried that it might be a man in drag. But what I saw shook me to my core. The features of the person looking back at me were soft, androgynous. The babydoll draped lasciviously over the arch of the hips, the cups hiding a shadow of chest.

My feelings snapped into focus. I was something I'd never even known I wanted to be. Something I didn't think I could be.

_I'm _sexy!_

And something stirred deep within me just as my cock stirred in its cage.