Tug of War 26

Standing in front of the washing machine, Timothy thought this chore wasn't that bad since the washing machine did almost all the work by itself. The boy just needed to put the powder soap and be careful not to mix white and colored clothes.

"You're doing great, sweetie!" Susan said. "Now we just need to take care of the delicate pieces."

"No problem. I can put them in the machine in a minute."

"Oh, no! Those pieces are called delicate for a reason. No machine this time."

"What I should do, then?"

"You have to hand wash them."

Susan took one of her lace bras and showed the boy how he was supposed to wash it. "See?" she asked. "You need to be gentle or you will ruin this kind of clothing. Do not rush... Just rub it as if you were caressing a loved one. Do you want to try?"

"O-okay" Timothy said, not so sure about that. 

"You can start with this one" the woman handed him a pair of pink lace panties.

"Umm... Susan..." the boy murmured, feeling awkward. "But these are your panties, aren’t they? Are you sure that I should…"

"Relax, sweetie. My panties won't bite you. Just feel the material. Isn't it soft and pleasant to the touch?"

"Y-yes" Timothy admitted, embarrassed. That was the first time ever he was touching that kind of female underwear (he was wearing panties, true, but just plain cotton ones) and he couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. He had hoped that his first contact with lingerie would be quite different. Maybe in a moment of intimacy with Katherine, taking the girl’s clothes off… Yes, that would have been fantastic… Instead of that, his first experience with lace panties was taking place at the laundry room of his house, with him washing his stepmother’s underwear dressed like a sissy!

Thinking about Katherine made Timothy sad and angry again. The same night Susan convinced the boy that going out with Katherine would be an idea, at least for now, she also told him to cancel the date right away, without wasting time. Timothy said he'd rather wait until the next day and talk to Katherine in person, but Susan said it was a bad idea because he could lose his nerve in front of the girl. 

He then texted her, and said that he wouldn't be able to met her on Saturday because he needed to solve some issues. The girl said it was fine and that they could set something else in the future, but Timothy was sure that she had gotten disappointed. As the boy kept washing Susan's panties, he thought once again he would never forget his father if he lost the girl because of that silly game.

"Excellent, Timmy!" Susan exclaimed when the boy finished washing her underwear. "You did a fabulous work! Now let's see how you do with this nightie" she added, handing him a white silk nightwear.

Timothy got the piece, once again feeling amazed at how soft it was… Just as soft as the stockings he was wearing. Yes, however much Timothy wanted to deny it, he continued to feel shivers throughout the day as his legs rubbed against each other, and in each of those times he had to stifle a gasp…

"You like it, don't you?" Susan asked with a mischievous smile, as if she were reading the boy's mind.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Susan!"

"Ha! Who are you trying to fool, silly? I can see the truth written on your face. I'll tell you what. Since you like it so much, you can keep this nightie. It’s yours now."

"What?! But Susan, I don't want..."

"Stop it right now, young lady. You can't refuse a gift. That would be rude."

Whatever, Timothy thought, irritated. I'm never ever going to wear it, anyway. So who cares…

The boy spent the following two hours hand washing not only lingerie, but also silk blouses and skirts and embroidered dresses. As expected, it proved to be a slow and meticulous work. And all the while he had to listen to Susan pointing out the difference of each piece, and the correct way to wear them in order to look good. Timothy paid attention to it just because he knew that this was the kind of information that, if presented at the right time, would infuriate his father. 

When the laundry was finally done, Susan said that now Timothy needed to hang the clothes on the clothesline. 

"Fine" the boy said. "But I need to get changed before going outside!"

"I can’t see why this is necessary, honey. You look fabulous already." 

"But Susan! What if someone…" before he could finish the sentence, his stepmother had already handed him a big basket full of laundered clothes, and pushed him out of the house toward the backyard. 

"Take your time and hang everything carefully, sweetie" Susan said. "If some piece falls from the clothesline, you'll have to wash it again, and you don't want that, do you?" she finished, slamming the door at the boy's face. 

Timothy stood frozen for a moment. He knew the backyard couldn't be seen from the street, but what if some neighbor spotted him from a window? He couldn’t believe he was wearing women's clothes outside the house. This was the materialization of any boy's worst nightmare!

He approached the clothesline quickly (or as quick as his high heels allowed), feeling a gentle breeze between his legs as he advanced. It was so weird to wear a dress outdoors… He feared that someone would arise at any moment calling him a freak faggot.

However, as he began to hang the laundry out, he managed to relax a little bit. Half the clothes were already hanging on the clothesline and no one had seen him. He honestly believed now he would be able to finish the task without any incident.

But then, suddenly, something scared him to death… 

"Hi there!" said a voice behind him, making the boy jump and let out a high-pitched squeal.