The next few weeks went by in a blur. My mother accepted a new job in another city, and we busied ourselves with preparations to move. I had never made any really close friends in school, so moving did not concern me that much. Maybe a new start would be good for all of us.

During that time, I thoroughly enjoyed wearing my new panties each day. I relished sliding a clean pair of silky nylon panties on each morning after my shower. I never even considered wearing my boring male underwear. This did not go unnoticed by my sister as it was her chore to do all the laundry for the family.

During dinner one evening with my mother and I, my sister asked me, "So, do you like wearing your new panties?"

Taken a little off guard, I just nervously looked down and nodded.

"I thought so, as I have not seen any of your male underwear in the laundry since Mom got them for you."

I turned a deep shade of red and mumbled, while still looking down, "Yes, I really like them. They make me feel very happy and pretty inside when I wear them."

My mom then said, "There is no need to be embarrassed that you enjoy wearing your pretty new panties. In fact, since you don't seem to want to wear your male underwear anymore, why don't you throw those away. We can go shopping tomorrow so you can replace them with some more panties. You can then wear only women's panties from now on. Would you like that?"

I thought for a moment and then said with more confidence, "Yes, I think I would really like that."

Mom smiled, "OK, it is settled then, we will all go shopping tomorrow and we can fill out your panty drawer."

I could barely sleep that night being so excited about getting more panties. I was so happy that my mother and sister seemed fully onboard now with my wearing women's panties full-time. I loved how pretty and feminine wearing panties made me feel. It just felt right to me, and I knew this was the person I wanted to be. With that thought fresh in my mind, I was finally able to drift off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I rolled out of bed and took my shower. When I was done, I slipped into my pretty pink nylon panties. If I was going to go shopping for new panties that day, then I wanted the panties I was wearing to be as pretty and feminine as possible.

We arrived at the shopping center just as it opened. We made our way to a lingerie boutique that I knew my mother and sister regularly shopped at. As we walked in, I saw we were the only customers in the store. The saleswoman came over and asked how she could help.

Without hesitating, my mother told her, "We are here to get some new panties for my son," pointing in my direction.

I was shocked that my mother had outed me right there in front of the salesperson. I felt myself turning beet red with embarrassment and wanted to crawl away and hide.

My sister joined in and said, "Yes, and he prefers to wear nylon panties with pretty lace and bows."

The salesperson, not shocked at all, just smiled and pointed to some racks at the back of the store.

"I have some really pretty nylon panties that he will love right back here."

My mother and sister, knowing I would be well taken care of, started to do a little browsing through the lingerie for something for themselves.

She led me to the back where there were several racks of pretty panties, in all colors and styles.

Seeing all the pretty panties in front of me made me start to forget about my embarrassment. If I really wanted to wear women's panties exclusively moving forward, I would need to get over my embarrassment about purchasing and wearing them. My mother and sister would not always be around to buy them for me, so I would need to be able to do this myself.

"Do you prefer thongs or fullbacks on your panties, young man?"

"I prefer the fullback style." I quickly replied back.

She led me to a rack, and I picked out several pairs that I liked in a size large, the size of the panties my mother had gotten for me previously.

"Those are good choices. I think they will look wonderful on you. Sometimes panties are sized a little differently, depending on the manufacturer. Would you like to try those on first to make sure they fit?"

"That would be great," I said.

She led me to a dressing room and said, "Just try them on over the panties you are wearing now."

I nodded and went into the dressing room, closed the door, kicked off my shoes, and dropped and stepped out of my jeans.

The experience was getting a little overwhelming for me. Being in a dressing room of a lingerie store trying on new panties had my cock growing erect and leaking pre-cum into my pretty pink panties. Not wanting to make a mess on the new panties I was trying on, I knew I had to take care of this quickly.

I slid my hand down and started to caress my hardening shaft through my silky pink panties. I let out a small moan as my hand slid over the slippery fabric. Being so worked up meant it did not take long to feel an orgasm rising up within me. Not wanting to make a mess in either my panties or on the dressing room floor, I quickly slid my panties down and placed my free hand in front of my cock just as I started to shoot my load. I was able to catch all of the sticky cum in my hand as I jerked myself and drained myself of cum.

As I came to my senses, I now had to figure out what to do with the load of cum in my hand. I did not have any tissues or anything else to wipe it up with. My only thought was I had to get rid of it somehow. The only thing I could think of was to lick it out of my hand and swallow the evidence. I had never eaten my own cum before. As I looked at it in my hand, I amazingly did not feel repulsed at the thought of eating my own cum. In fact, it made me feel even more feminine to swallow a big fresh load of cum. I brought my hand to my lips and took a tentative lick. It was both salty and sweet and not so bad at all. I started licking all the cum from my hand enjoying it more with each swallow until I had completely cleaned my hand of cum

I pulled my pink panties back into place and proceeded to try on the new panties. I found they all fit perfectly and again made me feel so pretty and feminine as I looked at myself in the mirror. As I was trying on the last pair there was a knock at the door. I slowly opened the door and peeked outside. My mother, sister, and the saleswoman were all standing outside with an armload of pretty nightgowns.

My mother said, "Your sister and I were looking at the pretty nightgowns and decided to get a few for ourselves. We thought you might like some as well." She handed me a pink babydoll nightgown and a white nylon camisole and tap pant set.

"Go ahead and try these on as well," she said.

Past being shocked at anything by this time, I reached out and took the pretty things from her hand and closed the door. I tried them on. I found the babydoll top and camisole to be a little snug, so I had my sister get me the next larger size which fit perfectly.

I got dressed and headed out of the dressing room and met my family at the register.

My mother paid for six new pairs of panties for me and the pretty night wear for all of us.

When the transaction was complete, the salesperson smiled and said, "I am sure she will like her new panties and nightgowns."

She turned to me and said, "Come back anytime when you need some new lingerie."

I smiled and said thank you, loving that the salesperson had referred to me as "she." That was how I was really beginning to feel. As I thought about it more, I was really starting to embrace the feminine side of me that was starting to emerge.