MOTHER'S PANTY SHOPPING PUNISHMENT
The letters you publish about boys who are dressed like girls are very
interesting. My mother also had me put on my sister's dresses, but she did
it only as a punishment. On one occasion she devised a somewhat different
punishment. I was 12 years old, and she took me shopping for panties. We
went downtown to a large department store. She stood back a short distance
while I had to ask a clerk where to find girls' underwear. Mother followed
me around while I searched for the department. Once I found the girls'
underwear area (the department was huge), I had to ask a second saleslady
for the particular panties that I was to buy. Mother had written out a description
on a piece of paper and made me rehearse it and then say the exact same
words to the clerk: “I would like to buy some girls' nylon panties in assorted
colors that are in your newspaper ad.”“Oh, yes, the boxed set of days of the week panties,” the saleslady said. She took me down an aisle to a big display. “What size do you want?” she asked. I told her the size mother had specified. “Here you are,” she said, holding up a box of panties. The front of the box was covered with clear plastic so I could see there were six pairs of panties inside; one pair were white and the rest were all in different colors: pink, yellow, mint, blue, rose and lilac, and each pair had embroidered a name of the way of the week on them. The clerk then asked if I was buying them as a gift for my sister. I wasn't expecting that and didn't know how to answer. Instead tears just pooled up in my eyes and I knew she saw I was ready to cry. She just put the box in my hands and said, “Oh, dear, I understand. Here you go. Have fun with these nice little panties.”
My mother stayed behind the whole while, but while I was shopping, she did snap the enclosed picture of me standing in the lingerie department holding a pair of panties up to my waist. At the cash register, I had to wait in line, and the ladies in the line kept looking at me with my intended purchase and smiling. While I waited I looked back into the department and I saw the lady who had waited on me talking with another saleslady and they were laughing and looking directly at me. The line was not very long, but it seemed to take forever for me to get to the register and for the clerk to put the panties in a bag. Then my mother and I went back downstairs and out the door.