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“Should I wear panties or not?” Scott Briones wondered. “Sure, why not.”

Scott decided if he was going to do this, he should go all the way. He put on a pair of plain white girls' briefs in size 16. The size that would fit a man like him. The panties were cotton and not too different than his usual men's underwear. There were some differences, such as it didn't have a fly in front and the band was thinner. He also supposed the shape was a bit different, but all-in-all not too dissimilar from what he usually wore. The panties hugged his crotch when he put them on in a way his male briefs did not. There wasn't any support for his junk.

The next two items were unisex apparel. He selected a pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt with a crew neck. On his feet, he put on some canvas shoes he bought for the occasion. Socks weren't necessary. Dressed as he was, he didn't look unusual at all. He was ready now.

Scott departed his apartment and headed for the stairs, this time he walked down two flights to the third floor. He continued down the hall and stopped in front of apartment 305. Scott pressed the button on his little black box. As far as the person inside the apartment was concerned, he would look like her nine-year-old daughter Haley.

Before knocking on the door, Scott psyched himself up. He had to look excited when the door was answered. He took a big breath and closed his eyes. He put a smile on his face before opening his eyes. He crouched slightly ready to spring into excitement when the door opened.

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Scott rapped on the door three times in quick succession. There was a bell he could have rung, but he decided that knocking would be better.

“Who is it?” came a female voice from inside.

“ME!” was Scott's reply.

The door opened a moment later.

“Haley, I thought you were sleeping overnight at Donna's,” a woman in her late thirties asked. She stepped out of the way to let who she thought was her daughter inside.

“I was, but I wanted to ask you something,” Scott said as he entered the apartment.

“Ask me what?” Haley's mom had to look up at Scott. He was taller than she was. But she didn't notice the contradiction. She believed she was looking at her preteen daughter.

“Donna is having a party on Sunday. CAN I GO?”

“A party?”

“Yeah.”

“What's it for?”

“Her birthday.”

Scott didn't know when Donna's birthday was. It didn't matter. There wouldn't be a party anyway.

“Oh, who will be there.”

“Everyone. All my friends.”

“Can I go?”

“Probably. Let me check my calendar.”

Haley's mother walked over to the table to pick up her iPhone and look over her calendar. Scott continued to talk. He purposefully tried to talk rapidly and excitedly like a little girl.

“Everyone will be wearing fancy dresses.”

“Everyone? Even the boys?” she joked.

“I don't think there will be any boys.” After a short pause, Scott added for good measure “I hate boys!”

“I don't see anything for Sunday, you can go.” Haley's mother would have changed whatever plans for that day to allow Haley to go regardless.

“YAY!!!” Scott shouted and jumped in the air.

“Let's go to your room and look at all your pretty dresses?”

Haley's mother led Scott to Haley's room. It was a room that would seem typical of a little girl. The walls were painted mostly in a light pink, but not all of the walls. Parts of the wall were painted a pale yellow. It was clear that Haley liked bunnies as there were stuffed bunnies in the room and other bunny accents, bunny decals were attached to the wall as well as a framed bunny painting. The small twin bed was neatly made with a pink duvet over a white comforter and several pillows at the top of the bed, including a pillow with the name 'Haley' embroidered in script. The floors were made of hardwood panels. There was a circular ribbed rug that covered a small part of the floor. The furniture was sized for a child.

Haley's mother opened the closet and looked inside. Scott stood behind her. She perused the dresses one by one, sliding them down after she was done looking at them. Finally, Haley's mother selected a floral cardigan party dress. The dress was ivory-colored with large blue flowers throughout and a flutter sleeve cardigan sweater draping the bodice. It had a back zipper that ran from the waist to the neck's hem.

Haley's mother held the dress in front of Scott.

“I don't think you'll fit into this anymore,” she said doubtfully.

It was obvious to Scott that the dress was much too small. It was designed for a nine-year-old girl, not a grown man.

Scott forced himself to frown.

“Let me check,” Haley's mother said hopefully. “Take off your clothes.”

Scott looked around.

“Well, I'm waiting.”

Scott pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and then pulled down his pants. He was left naked except for his panties. Scott could see the outline of his penis under his underwear. Haley's mother couldn't see that though. All she saw was her pretty little girl in white panties. Scott was glad he decided not to wear his mens' briefs.

Haley's mother turned the dress around and unzipped it as long as it would go. She held it low for Scott to step into. Scott did as bid. He put his arms into the sleeves. Haley's mother signaled that he should turn around. She tried to zip the dress up. The zipper couldn't go very far.

“This won't fit.”

“I guess not.”

“Don't worry, let's go out and buy you a new dress. Something that fits.”

“When?”

“Right now!”

“Do you mean it?” Scott asked excitedly.

“Yes, let's go!”

The smile on Scott's face was real. He was going out to buy a dress. This was better than he expected.

Scott allowed Haley's mother to help him take off the dress and return it to the closet. Scott fetched his clothing from the floor and redressed. In less than five minutes they were leaving the house on the way to the mall. Scott was so happy he wanted to skip down the hall like a real girl. He didn't though.

The pair waited for the elevator. As the doors opened, Scott saw a man inside. He recognized him as one of the building residences. As Scott and Haley's mother entered the man moved out of the way. Haley's mother saw Scott as her little girl. The man in the elevator saw Scott as he was. If the man would have given Scott a strange look, Scott would zap him as he had zapped Haley's mother. There wasn't a problem though. Not even when Haley's mother grabbed Scott's hand as they exited the elevator at the garage level as she would have done for Haley.

Haley's mother used her own key fob to unlock the doors to the car. Scott walked up to the front passenger door.

“Haley, in the back,” Haley's mother scolded.

“Sorry...Mommy.” Scott paused between the two words. This was the first time he called her 'Mommy'. At least he thought it was. He didn't remember if he called her that when she first opened the apartment door.

Scott entered the car in the rear. There was a car seat for children. Scott sat into the safety seat the best he could and then buckled himself in. The seat belt felt awkward on him from this position, He didn't complain.

Haley's mother checked to make sure Scott was secure before she put the car into gear and backed out of the spot. The next stop is the mall.

Scott released the seat belt when the car was properly parked. He didn't try to leave the car until 'mommy' fetched him.

She opened the door and grabbed his hand. They walked hand-in-hand into the department store. Scott's head was held high and he was smiling from ear to ear as they strolled into the store. Once on the sidewalk, Scott didn't try to release his grip. He would wait for 'mommy' to indicate that time for holding hands had ended.

They walked past and around people. No one said a word. Scott didn't know if they thought what they were seeing was odd.

In the girl's 7-14 section, they stopped holding hands. Haley's mother knew where the dresses were and headed straight for that area. She looked at the dresses but knew right away that few would fit Haley. Not the ones which didn't have a lot of stretch. Party dresses for young girls didn't have much stretch.

“You're getting pretty big,” Haley's mother remarked. “Let's try the junior's department.”

The search for party dresses was complicated. They needed a dress that would fit a man like Scott but was made in the style appropriate for a girl. Haley's mother believed that her daughter although large for a little girl was still a little girl. Maybe dresses weren't appropriate. She needed a formal dress that mostly covered the chest She found a sleeveless knee-length party dress in the junior's department with a square neck and pleated skirt. It could be accessorized with a sash around the waist to make it look more juvenile than it appeared.

Haley's mother removed the dress from the rack and placed it in front of Scott to see how it looked.

“It looks darling,” she gushed.

Scott smiled.

Happy with the dress, Haley's mother escorted Scott to the accessories department. She needed a sash to go with the dress. She also wanted to buy some pairs of white tights.

On the way, they stopped in the lingerie section, and Haley's mother decided to buy Scott some panties. Haley was 'growing fast' she would need some new pairs soon. Instead of buying a package of six or ten panties, she selected some individuals. Scott was having so much fun watching his 'Mommy' selecting apparel for him. Maybe she would buy him a training bra too...he hoped.

Haley's mother selected several pairs of panties in several colors and fabrics. She chose mostly solid colors and pull-cut or bikini-cut panties. Most of the panties were made of cotton although a few were nylon.

Since Haley's mother was holding the dress, Scott held the panties. They felt so silky in his hands. He had held panties before, but it felt differently now as he walked through the store.

As they were leaving the lingerie section, Scott spoke up. “Can I get a bra like a big girl?”

“You don't need one yet,” Haley's mother told Scott. The disappointment shown on Scott's face. There weren't any training bras in the juniors' department regardless.

Haley's mother picked up a couple of packages of white cotton tights. It only took a few seconds to select them.

It was longer to find a sash that would work with the dress. The color had to match and the design couldn't seem too mature. After selecting a sash (technically it was a belt) for the dress, Haley's mother led Scott to the changing rooms. Scott stopped at the door when he realized where they were going.

“Let's try it on and see how pretty you look.”

Scott panicked. He couldn't go into the women's dressing room. Everyone would see him. There were far too many people to zap everyone.

Scott turned quickly and ran away.

“HALEY!” Haley's mother screamed, “you come back here!”

People turned to look.

Scott turned a corner and pressed the button on the black box. He stopped running. Haley's mother passed him. She didn't recognize him anymore.

Scott walked over to the cashier. He wanted to pay for the panties and tights he was still holding. But he didn't have any money. He would have to call a friend to pick him up and take him home. Scott didn't have his phone either. In the end, Scott walked to a friend who lived the closest to the mall. It was a long walk, almost three miles, but after making up a story, he got home eventually.

End.

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