Magical Panties

  I still couldn't tell you where the panties came from. They just appeared in my sock draw one day, Two ounces of delicate black lace ready to explode in my life like half a pound of dynamite. 

At first it was just a puzzle. I lived on my own and did my own laundry so I couldn't blame them on a flatmate's prank or a simple mix up in the wash. It had been longer than I'd like to think about since I'd enjoyed any female company so there wasn't much chance they'd been left there by an ex.

For days I wracked my brain trying to solve the mystery. I'd find myself staring at the silken scrap of fabric wondering who might wear such a thing. Picturing what she might look like as I ran the soft material back and forth through my hands. The mental image of the imaginary panty donor growing clearer and clearer until I could have almost convinced myself she was real.

She'd  be slim and petite, the kind of girl that could sit in a guys lap and snuggle against his chest. She'd have short dark hair framing a pretty face, soft lips and wide laughing eyes. Breasts of course, big but not too big, firm and high with large sensitive nipples. In my dreams I could almost hear her moan as I teased those tender nubs. I'd  wake up in the morning my cock aching for her tight smooth pussy. 

Then one night everything changed. I was dreaming of her, as usual. My arms wrapped around her, the heat of her lithe body pressed against mine. Everything so vivid I could smell her perfume . Then, my perception shifted. Abruptly I could feel strong arms wrapped around me. I squirmed in my lovers embrace grinding my plump behind against the thrusting hardness of his cock. An unfamiliar ache of need burned between my legs and with the surreal clarity of a dream I knew I wanted him to fuck me more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life.

I started awake a wordless pleading whimper on my lips. I lay panting among tangled sheets waiting for reality to reassert itself. But instead of fading as dreams should the sense of being in her soft unfamiliar body only became more accute. 

I clutched between my legs gasping as my fingers brushed over familiar fabric. I was  wearing the panties! My first thought was that my obsession with them had grown to the point where I'd put them on in my sleep but what really made my blood freeze was the realisation of what I wasn't feeling. Instead of the normal contours of my junk under the lingerie I felt only an expanse of flat open space. An emptiness where my manhood should be. Well, not empty exactly, pressing more firmly against the material Is felt it mold to the outline of something new and strange. I traced the tender folds and a plaintive moan escaped my lips as I felt the hot need in the pit of my stomach crank up a notch in response to my caress.

"Fuck! I cursed fully awake now "What the hell is this?"

I tossed back the sheets and my eyes confirmed what my other senses were already telling me. I was a woman! Not just any woman, the girl from my dreams. I had her firm round breast, her flat toned stomach, her oh so sensitive pussy between my legs and I didn't need a mirror to know her pretty face was now my face. My/her pouting lips open in an expression of shock and awe.

I collapsed back onto the bed the room spinning around me as tried to wrap my head around the enormity of my sudden transformation. From this day forward everything would change. I was a completely different person, at least on the outside. My friends, my family, could they accept me like this? Would they even believe I was really me? A thousand worries raced through my mind but underneath all that there was something else, something I didn't recognize at first, it been so long since I'd felt it.

I felt relief.

As bizarre and potentially difficult as my inexplicable metamorphosis was I felt like an enormous weight had been lifted from me, a burden I hadn't even know I was carrying. I might have turned into a different person but for maybe the first time in my life I felt fully myself. 

The room slowed it's gyrations, my breathing slowing and my heart ceasing its efforts to pound out of my chest. I giggled as my hands began to fully explore my delightful new form and I knew that whatever difficulties lay ahead for me, and there would be plenty, I was never going back to who I had been before the magical panties found me.

(Image suggested by Sarah James)