You know what else didn't happen while my panties tumbled in the drier? No one slipped a micky into my soda and I didn't pass out after drinking it. I didn't wake up several days and and many cosmetic surgeries later in a basement. I wasn't astonished at my depilated body, higher cheekbones and jutting c-cup breasts. Nor was I told by a woman with an elaborate dragon tattoo winding down her body that I was the newest star attraction at an exclusive hostess club in Japan that specialized in hostesses of european descent with a little something extra. Had this happened I'm sure I would have objected, and I'm sure the woman would have produced a whip and made her point, adding that the yakuza upstairs could do far worse to me if I didn't prove to be a cooperative and accommodating hostess.

These things never seem to happen to me when I do my laundry. It's unfair. It happens to all the other fictional sissies on the internet. Oh well.

One last thing that didn't happen. I didn't wash my whites.

Wendy

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I spent around an hour picking out the ensemble I showed you on the previous entry. Don't worry, you'll be seeing me in it soon enough. But there was the nicest man behind the counter when it came time to make my purchase. He even got the petticoats down for me. He asked it what it was for, and I made a joke about putting together a sexy bowling team uniform. He asked, "Is it a drag sports team?" I just had to admit it. I told him it was an outfit for drag, and he said, "All right!" and gave me the sweetest smile. We have friends everywhere.

Wendy

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Then came today. I had four loads going; one in the side loading machine and three in top loaders. The side loader finished a little before the others, and when I made my way over to the machine I found that a load that wasn't mine was spinning in it, and all my clothes were in a basket, some placed with great care, others jumbled up all higgledy-piggledy. The man loading the other side loader game me a furtive eying. What?

I can't trust my clothes now. No one has any right to just start touching another's clothes. I know where that man's hands have been. They've been touching his dirty laundry. Now they've touched my clean laundry, and that makes them less than clean. And less than clean is dirty. Don't ever touch my laundry again. Ever!

Laundry is intimate, particularly because it contains out intimates. Clothes are what we use to shield the world from our nakedness, and to shield our nakedness from the world. From tatters to a ballroom gown, our clothing is forever brushing up against our nudity. That bond is betrayed when someone we don't know touches that which touches our must vulnerable selves. It is intimate contact, second hand though it maybe, without the consent of the contactee. It is molestation. It is perversion. It is to be undressed with another's hands has opposed to their eyes.

Shame it wasn't one of the loads with my panties in. Sure, I would have had to wash them all over again, but at least that would have given him something to think about.

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I just had the best weekend.  As promised, my girlfriend and I went shopping so I could finally get some lovely new clothes.  We had a wonderful time.  We went to a shop in Lexington and found delightful house dress.  Of course, I had to try three on before I found the one that I was just right.  The woman in charge of the changing rooms was very understanding.  She didn't even bat an eyelash as walked behind the curtain with the dresses.  And of course, my girlfriend was with me the whole time.  I'm not sure if I could have worked up the nerve to go through with it without her.

After all that, it was time to get something both fun and functional.  We slipped into Victoria's Secret, and so did I.  I now have enough new underwear to go pantied every day or the week if I want to, and I think I do.  I must say, they are comfortable.  And to think, one of the sales ladies asked me if I wanted a bag while we browsed so that I would feel more comfortable.  These are are for me, honey!

But I can't go this far without going farther.  After that I treaded myself to some fun, frilly lingerie.  All pink and ruffly.  I love it, and it goes well with the pink-and-black striped knee socks we found.  Don't worry.  You'll be seeing pictures soon enough.

But there was one more surprise.  While looking for an apron my girlfriend talked me in to getting my first tube of lipstick. I'm glad I listened to her.  I'm extra kissable now.

We got back home with many shopping bags.  After modeling my new ensembles (you can imagine how fun that was), I put on my housedress and did up my new apron strings and fixed dinner for my special someone.  A wonderful day and turned into a wonderful evening.  But it got better.  We're already making plans to get my first real bra.  I got to try on one of my girlfriend's so that we'd have some idea of what size to aim for.  But that's not the end of it.  As we snuggled into bed for the night, under my girlfriend's gentle hand, I made cumies in my new panties.

Swoon.

Wendy

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Wendy

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