When my girlfriends and I joined the Demale Society, we decided to focus on my brother Phil as our initial subject to panty train. We did everything just like in the manuals: left panties all over the house (dirty and clean), sat around carelessly exposing our panties, talked openly about panties in front of him, made him get my panties out of the dryer, etc. And when we caught him staring up our skirts, we knew we were hooking him. He had been warned several times about his intolerable behavior, but he seemed to think it was a joke, never thinking my girlfriends and I would do anything to him; after all he was thirteen now and heavily influenced by his developing sexual urges.

One day he was particularly obnoxious to Sylvia, sneaking up behind her, pulling up her skirt and taking a peek at her panties. “You got lacy white ones on today!” he screamed.

I gave him a warning, “If you persist in annoying my friends, we intend to teach you a lesson you won't forget.”

Phil just laughed.

“You won't laugh when we show you just what it's like to be pawed and mauled about, so be warned for the last time.”

The three of us were heavy into luring Phil with panties, and he was taking the bait avidly. But pulling up a girl's skirt was certainly unacceptable behavior, so we made plans to punish the annoying pig and then really train him to our panties.