Panties For Men

    Since this is a "panty" site, I don't know if discussions of other cross dressing items (sleepwear) is appropriate here.  If not, then moderator can take down this post, and I'll understand.  Anyway, here's what happened:

    I quote in part from a post in my auto-bio involving Bev, who was a girl that I dated about six years before meeting my present wife:  “Her family had a lake cabin about a two hour drive from here.   That July her family was to take a 3 week vacation up north at their cabin.  I of course pleaded with her not to go.   She pleaded with her parents, result being that they told me I could come up there on Saturdays or Sundays, but only as a "day trip" by myself.  I did that one Saturday.   After swimming and /or water skiing all day long, I was to have supper with them then head home.   We had a bad storm during supper, it felled a large tree across their driveway, trapping my Ford and also her family’s Buick.   Since I hadn't counted on that, I had no sleepwear with me.  Bev then lent me a “baby doll” or “shorty” pajama set of hers to sleep in.   She called those PJ’s her “dollies”.   Her dollies were pink chiffon, with ruffles on the top part as well as on her panties.   At first I thought she was just going to make me wear them to bed, but she also made me “model” them in front of her whole family.    Lots of hoots, cat calls and wolf whistles were aimed at me.  Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep, since I was too busy "enjoying" her PJ's.  So did sleeping in her PJ's or wearing them at breakfast the next morning embarrass or humiliate me?    I say no, as I thought the whole thing was a real hoot, and I actually enjoyed all the attention that I was getting.   This was simply a case of me being my usual self.  After all, I was (and still am) just a fun loving guy taking advantage of any opportunity to have a somewhat different kind of fun than my usual antics.”  End of quote. 

    So that whole memory of wearing Bev’s PJ’s stayed buried in my sub-conscious for several years.  One day about 4 or 5 years ago, while my wife and I were chatting about things that happened before we met, the incident with wearing Bev’s PJ’s came up.   I don’t recall exactly what led up to that however.  The best thing about that was my recollection of how heavenly it felt to sleep in Bev’s baby doll PJ’s.  I longed for that wonderful feeling again.  To quote from an earlier post of mine: “Why should girls have all the fun?”  

    A couple of days later, I went to Sears to buy some tools.   I had to use their restroom, which meant I had to walk through the lingerie dept to get to the rest room.  In the lingerie dept were a large number of ‘summer’ items on seasonal clearance.  There were several baby doll PJ sets there, very similar to Bev’s PJ’s that I slept in those many years ago.  They were priced so ridiculously low at only 2 or 3 dollars a set, that I couldn’t resist them.  Recalling how wonderful it felt to sleep in Bev’s PJ’s, I just had to have them!   I just guessed at the sizes, but most of them fit me quite well.  Of course I slept in my new PJ’s that same night, and have been sleeping in only that kind of PJ’s ever since. Today that feeling is just as wonderful as it was that time I wore Bev’s PJ’s.  Now that I have that heavenly feeling back, I don’t ever want to lose it. 

    So what did my wife think about my sleepwear preferences?   Although she knew about me being a “panty guy” for many years, when she first saw me wearing my new PJ’s she was somewhat shocked, thinking that there was “something wrong” with me.    I told her the truth, saying that there is nothing “wrong” with me, that I’m the very same person I’ve always been, and nothing about me has changed.   I believe (and always have believed)  this to be true, but I think it has taken her some time to get over her suspicions and realize that nothing has changed with me, and that I’m still the same loving husband that I’ve always been.  Lately she has been complimenting me on my lingerie with such remarks as: “I think that your lingerie is prettier than any of mine” or “That really looks nice on you” or “That’s so pretty, I want that”.  The other day she said I looked like Marilyn Monroe or maybe Dolly Parton after seeing me in my pink chiffon baby dolls with satin trim which were advertised (for whatever that’s worth) as 'baby dolls for the full-figured woman’.  I always remember to thank her when she compliments me like that.

Thanks for reading, and stay safe, healthy and beautiful.

Hugs, Linda