The delivery

In she walks with bags and says she has a surprise that she thinks we'll both enjoy. More clothing female clothing; she says she doesn't want me to wear those boys panties that I'm much to pretty for that and she starts handing me all kind of panties. Some are playful cotton like Hello Kitty and the Tasmanian devil and Betty boop. Some are pure lace in every color that can be found. Nylon tricot in pastels with lace edges she said would be my everyday panties. Thongs, bikinis, hipsters, boy shorts, g-strings and even a few crotch-less panties were in the bag. In the bags were PJ's, long gowns and baby doll lingerie. I was blushing and she asked me what was wrong. I told her that I loved her but was a little frightened at what was going on. She walked into my bedroom and told me to follow. She opened my underwear drawer and ask me to make a choice. She held up a couple of boxers and briefs and pointed to the new gifts, or these. I ask why not both and she said make a choice right now. I was a little scared at the choice but was also excited. She knew that and made a point to show me that she already knew the answer. She said your body has already chosen now I want you to verbally answer so we're clear.

I said that I love the new things and wanted them. At that time she reached in my underwear drawer and started bagging up all the items in a garbage bag. She replaced them with my new stuff. She then told me to get my suitcase. She said that they needed their on drawer and started making room for them by throwing out old t-shirts and other clothing. She hung up my dresses and other female clothing in my closet. Well actually she handed them to me and told me where to put them. They were in plain site when the closet door open she wouldn't allow me to put them in the back.

She told me to change my boy briefs that I had on and put on the yellow nylon panties. More surprises were ahead. She had me take off my shoes and socks. My toe nails got freshly painted a pretty shade of yellow to match my pantie. She was going to paint my finger nails the same color. She mentioned going out and I begged her not to paint them yellow and she agreed to clear. But I would have to wear sandals if I was going with the clear finger nails. I couldn't change her mind so I guess I was going out with yellow toe nails. I was very scared but in the same sense very excited.