Steve Kinderman was pretty normal for a freshman in high school.  He was taking the math and science courses his parents and counselor had recommended as part of his preparation for college.  Also, he had gone out for the school soccer team and, although he was not first string yet, he felt pretty sure he would see some playing time next year and get his letter in sports, which was something he wanted very much.

What most of the world didn’t know about Steve was that he had recently become a bit of a clothes line thief.  He’d been about nine years old when he first discovered the pleasures of wearing panties, and things had progressed from there.  He’d started with a pair of his sister’s panties which had been unintentionally mixed in with a stack of his clean briefs one wash day.  Steve had succumbed to the temptation to try them on, and had found that his sister’s panties not only fitted him quite nicely, but the sensation of the soft nylon sent him into an overpowering ecstasy.  Steve was hooked, and was soon ‘borrowing’ first his sister’s, and then his mother’s, frillies from the hamper, or wherever opportunity presented itself.

Recently his mother had started asking some rather pointed questions and, as a result, Steve had begun cutting back on his borrowing.  In fact, he had been hoping to acquire some panties of his own in order to alleviate the possibility of his mother finding out – and, from her comments, he was sure she was very suspicious.  His first foray into 'snowdropping' began close to home the day he spotted two pair of white panties fluttering in the breeze on the family's neighbor’s clothes line, alongside the rest of the Saturday wash.

Since there were no dogs in the yards on either side, Steve waited until late at night to venture quietly forth in his pajamas.  His heart was aflutter as he opened the gate to his neighbor’s yard.  Every little creak or small noise seemed like a cannon shot to him.  A dog started barking about five houses away, and Steve almost jumped out of his skin.  Edging quietly into the yard, he quickly made his way to the clothes line.  When his hand touched the panties, their silkiness made him all the more determined to take them.  Yet he flushed with embarrassment at the thought of what would happen if he were caught in the act.  Removing both pair of panties from the clothesline, he quietly made his way back home and, after stuffing them in his pajamas, returned to his room with his treasures.

He wore them to bed that night, and hid them in a pillowcase secreted behind the air register cover in his room the next morning.  Emboldened by his initial success, he began scouting the area near his home seeking other treasures, and before long had added
a pair from the clothes line of a girl who was in his class, as well as several from other clothes lines in the area.  Not wanting to get caught, he decided to put his adventures on hold for a while and enjoy his ill-gotten booty.

It was only a few days later that he spotted a row of panties fluttering in the wind on a clothesline as he walked down an alley on his way back home.  Steve knew that he’d promised himself that he would lay off his midnight adventures for a while, but the sight of these pretties fluttering in the breeze was just too much for him.  One pair was the prettiest tint of baby pink he had seen, and there were others similar in peach and baby blue.  All of them seemed to have lace inserts, lace edging around the leg holes, and pretty little bows.  Steve was overcome with desire as he stared at the half dozen panties fluttering lightly in the breeze.  He resolved on the spot that he’d return that night, and add a few of these lovelies to his collection.

Returning late at night, he quietly entered the yard.  It was extremely dark as there were no lights on at the rear of the houses, and the only visible light was a street light several houses down on the front side of the residences.  Edging over to the clothes line, he began removing clothes pins and securing his prizes.  Suddenly he heard a noise from what sounded like the back porch of the house.  He froze and waited.  Nothing happened for a bit.  As Steve began to resume his thievery, he heard another noise from the porch of the house.  As he turned to look, there was a sudden flash of light.

Like a startled deer, Steve ripped his last pair from the clothesline and ran out.  As he exited the yard, he ran into the gate in the darkness, and nearly fell down.  Taking off down the alley, he put as much distance between himself and the scene of the crime as his young legs would permit.

He arrived home breathless, and waited in the yard for a few minutes while his breathing subsided and he calmed down a bit.  When he was better composed, he entered the house quietly, and returned to his room to indulge himself in the fruits of his labor.  He particularly liked the fresh smell of panties just plucked from the line, and spent a few minutes inhaling the sweet scent of the panties before putting on a pair and wearing it to bed.  The next morning he stashed the three pairs which he had managed to take, along with the others he kept secreted in the pillowcase in the air register.  He went off to school that day feeling secretly elated with himself for not getting caught, and looking forward to playing with his newly acquired pretties again that evening.

A few days later, Steve went into the local supermarket to get a candy bar and a coke on his way home from school.  He was examining the wide array of candy bars when a middle-aged woman approached him.

“Young man, I thought you might want to see this", she said as she handed him a photograph.

Steve looked at the photograph dumbfounded.  It was a very clear shot of a very startled Steve, obviously taking a pair of panties off
a clothesline.  That flash he’d seen the other night must have been from her camera.  Steve knew he was caught and flushed in embarrassed silence.

“You can keep that as a souvenir.  I have other copies.  Now", she continued, “if you prefer, I can take this to the police.  I’m sure they can put a quick end to your little games".

“U-h-h-h, please don’t do that, Ma’am", Steve pleaded.  “My parents would kill me.”

“Well, I must admit you don’t look like a hardened criminal.  Yet, there must be some punishment for such misdeeds.  I’m certainly not going to let you get off with just a slap on the wrist.  That would be unconscionable.  You can have your choice in the matter.  You will return the items you stole to me this Saturday.  Also, you can help out every Saturday between now and the end of the school year at my home.  Otherwise, I can give this to the police and they and your parents can deal with you.  What’s your choice?”

“U-m-m-m, I’d much rather help out at your house", Steve replied feeling somewhat relieved at having an option that would enable him to avoid the wrath of his parents.  Besides, having a police record would hurt his chances of getting a scholarship for college, and Steve was counting on his good grades getting him some assistance with his college expenses.  There was no other way he’d be able to attend college.

“Fine, then it’s agreed.  I’ll expect you at 7am sharp", she stated as she retrieved the photo from him, and left.

Steve felt numb all over.  He’d never expected to be caught.  Yet, he was also extremely grateful that he had a way out of his predicament.  He felt as if he’d just barely missed being run over by a truck.  He forgot about his soda and candy bar, and proceeded home in a daze. Even his mother commented on how quiet he was that evening and asked if he was feeling a bit under the weather.  Steve replied that it had been a busy day for him and he was feeling tired.

Saturday came soon enough, and Steve showed up promptly at 7am on the front porch of the house that he had stolen the panties from.  He had them with him in a paper bag as he tremulously pushed the door buzzer.  He felt a little frightened as to what his decision might bring.  Yet, he was sure that this choice was definitely the lesser of two evils in terms of punishment and exposure.

“Good morning", the middle-aged lady said tersely as she answered the door.  “Come in, please", she said as she held the door open for him.

Steve felt funny stepping into an unfamiliar house, especially under the current circumstances.  However, he went in anyway since there was little choice in the matter.  The woman led him into the parlor where a young girl rose to greet them.

“I’m Mrs. Mason and this is my daughter, Sarah", the woman said by way of introduction. “And you are…?

“Uh-uh, Steve, S-steve Kinderman, Ma’am.” Steve stuttered, as he hung his head and a deep blush flushed across his face.  He had not expected anyone else to be present.  Not only that, he recognized the girl as a member of the junior class at his high school.  He prayed fervently that she didn’t recognize him.  His hope was short lived.

“Mom, I think I know him.  He’s a freshman at school and I think he’s on the soccer team.  Aren’t you?” she demanded, looking at him sternly..

“Um, yes.  Look, I’m really sorry I did what I did.  Please forgive me.  Don’t tell anybody.  It would ruin me at school”. Steve pleaded desperately, as he fidgeted with the bag in his hands.  He was more sorry than he could say at the moment that he had ever decided to steal anything, let alone the panties in the bag he clutched with sweating hands.

“Well, we’ll keep that in mind", Mrs. Mason responded.  “I presume you have the panties you were so brash to steal in that bag.  Let me see them", she demanded as Steve silently handed the bag over.

“Why, these are filthy", she exclaimed as she peered into the bag.  “We’ll have to see that you get the opportunity to wash them properly and hang them back on the line”.

“Please, please don’t make me hang them up.  I couldn’t stand the embarrassment.  I’d be happy to wash them.  Just, please don’t make me hang them up.  Everybody will see", Steve pleaded.

“You will wash them, you will hang them up, and you will do as you are told.  Else, all your schoolmates will have copies of that picture I showed you in the store.  Is that clear?” Mrs. Mason demanded angrily.

“Y-y-yes, Ma’am", Steve responded sullenly.  He could see he was trapped by his own foolishness.  His only hope was to take his just desserts and hope that things didn’t get worse.

“Fine.  Then we’d better get you dressed for the day.  Come along with me", she directed as she led the way to a back bedroom.  “Go in here and remove all your clothes including your shoes and socks.  Fold them neatly and place them on the chair.  On the dresser you’ll find a pair of panties.  When you have them on, call us in.  We’ll help you with the rest of your clothes”.

Steve was shocked.  Yet he knew there was nothing he could do, though he tried desperately to think of something.  As if in a daze, he entered the room, removed his clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them on the chair as he had been instructed.

He went over to the dresser and looked down at the panties that had been laid out for him.  They were pink, not unlike his cheeks, and with pretty lace trim around the leg holes and a small white bow at the center of the waistband.  A tear coursed across his cheek and fell down on the panties as he reached to pick them up.  Numbly, he spread them open and lowered them to insert first one trembling leg and then the other.  He didn’t very much like where this little turn of events was leading him, but he knew that he’d lost all choice in the matter.  The lace tickled his legs mockingly and tears coursed from his eyes as he pulled them into place.

“I-I’m ready", Steve said as he turned to face the door.  He felt so self-conscious as he stood there in his panties.  He didn’t know what to do with his hands.  He wanted to cross them in front of himself but felt that would be too girlish a thing to do.  He blushed furiously as Mrs. Mason entered the room followed by Sarah.

“Very good", Mrs. Mason said as she surveyed the blushing lad.  “It’s nice to see you’re starting out where you left off on our clothes line.   Of course, I expect you’ll find our treatment of your little problem much more to your preference than the county jail.  Now, Sarah, why don’t you assist him in getting dressed while I take a few pictures?" she smiled, as she raised a camera and took another shot of the pantied lad before her.

“Sure, Mom, I know where everything he’ll need is at.” Sarah replied pertly, as she took some items from the dresser drawers and laid them out on the bed.

A white bra, white slip, and white ankle socks with pink scalloped edging were soon laid out on the bed.

“I’ll help you this time.  However, come next Saturday and from then on, I expect you to be dressing yourself every time.  Here, let me help you with the bra.  This is how you fasten it and I’ll adjust one of the straps and you can adjust the other", she enthused as she assisted him on with the garment.   “You’ll need to pad out the cups some to give it the proper appearance.  We girls all learn early on the best way to pad out appearance where necessary, and I can’t see why you should be any different", she said as she handed him some tissue paper.  Steve reluctantly started stuffing his bra cups with it as Mrs. Mason took another picture of the hapless lad’s petticoated transformation.

“Now for the slip", Sarah said as she picked it up from the bed.  “Make sure your arms get through each strap before you pull it down.  Otherwise, you’ll just have to take it off and do it again until you get it right", she smiled mockingly as she helped him on with the lacy garment.  The cool silkiness of the slip against his body and panties felt somehow wonderful to Steve in the midst of all his confusion and consternation.  Sarah showed him how to adjust the straps properly, and then handed him the anklets.  Steve sat on the bed and pulled them on.  He was a little unsteady with his panties unexpectedly sliding against the silky slip.  Then Sarah prompted him to fold the cuff down half way so the pink scalloped edging showed properly.  Steve felt like such a sissy sitting there in his bra, panties, slip, and pink-edged ankle socks.

Next, Sarah retrieved a yellow dress from the closet and helped him pull it down over his head.  Then she zipped it up the back and tied the two ties at the back, thus cinching in his waist a bit.  Steve blushed as he stood there feeling the persistent hug of his bra and seeing how it filled out the front of his dress.  The feel of the silky slip against his body, and its slipperiness against his panties, coupled with the feel of cool air between his bare legs, brought home to him the thoroughness of his feminization.

“Sorry, we don’t have any shoes for you.  However, you can use these", Sarah said as she pointed toward a pair of pink scuff slippers by the dresser.  Steve sullenly but obediently slipped them on as Mrs. Mason took another photo.

“Sarah, why don’t you show Stephanie – yes, I think that’s what we should call you when you visit – where the laundry room is so she can get started?"  Mrs. Mason smiled at the defeated lad before her.  “Oh, and you might want to give her that pinafore in the kitchen pantry to wear so she doesn’t ruin that dress”.

Sarah took ‘Stephanie’ along to the kitchen, and showed her where the pinafore was and then put her to work in the laundry. Between loads, she did the dishes in the kitchen sink and put them away.  When the laundry was ready to be hung out, Sarah gave Stephanie a bit of a break and took a few minutes to put her medium length hair up in curlers.  After wrapping some netting on it, she tied a babushka around her head so as to provide her a bit of anonymity.  With that, she was a lot less reluctant to step outside and hang the wash up to dry.  Yet, the experience still filled her with dread and anticipation lest she be discovered.

The worst part came at the end of the day when Mrs. Mason required her to change back into her boy clothes and wash all the clothes, including the pinafore that she had worn that day, and hang them out on the line.  She felt humiliated as she hung her dress, pinafore, bra, panties and pink-edged anklets out to dry.  How could anyone help but guess that the young ‘woman’ who had been doing the laundry that day was one and the same as the young boy hanging up the final clothes of the day on the washing line?  Before he left, Mrs. Mason demanded he write down his address and home phone number before departing.  Steve knew he had no choice and silently did as she bade him.

Steve blushingly yet politely took his leave of the woman and the smiling young girl late that afternoon.  He blushed several times on his way home as he thought of what he had been through that day.  His only consolation was that there were only three months left before the end of the school year and, fortunately, the end of his punishment period.  He couldn’t help but blush the first time he ran into Sarah at school.  Yet, he was extremely grateful that she apparently was keeping his secret from others.

The ensuing Saturdays went pretty much the same except that Stephanie’s duties gradually expanded to include ironing, vacuuming, dusting and anything else that might come to the minds of his hostess or her daughter.  Steve probably would have denied it, but he was becoming accustomed to wearing girls' clothes and actually beginning to enjoy his captivity somewhat.
Aside from that, Sarah took some time on each visit to teach him a little about makeup and its uses.  Stephanie was a quick learner and began to enjoy applying lipstick and makeup.  'She' quickly learned that less was better, and an understated appearance had definite advantages.  Sarah gave her some tips on how to sit, stand and behave, so as to help avoid discovery of her feminized state.  One time, Steve went home with mascara still on his eyelashes.  It wasn’t until he looked in the mirror in the bathroom that he noticed his faux pas.  He quickly removed it and prayed a silent prayer that no one had noticed.

During the last couple of months, Sarah began to pay more attention to Stephanie’s eyebrows.  She gradually thinned and plucked them a bit more each week until they assumed an appearance that was very much on the border between masculine and feminine.  Stephanie begged her to stop as she was beginning to get a few comments at school and was relieved when Sarah kindly agreed.

Two weeks before the end of the term, Mrs. Mason sat him down and quizzed him very thoroughly about any other panties he might have acquired.  Stephanie disclosed the truth of her hidden stash after a bit of prodding.  Mrs. Mason demanded that she bring her ill-gotten treasures with her the next weekend.  Stephanie reluctantly complied, and the wash line that weekend was all aflutter with panties of all colors and styles wafting in the wind.  Stephanie’s tear stained cheeks were mute testimony to her humiliation as she hung them out and then later brought them in and folded them neatly.  Mrs. Mason insisted she leave them behind, and told Stephanie to expect a little ‘surprise’ the next weekend which was to be the last of her punishment period.

School ended on Wednesday and Steve waited in joyous hope for Saturday to arrive and for his punishment period to be over and done with, so he could enjoy his summer vacation.  In the back of his mind he was already planning to steal a few more pair of panties to replace the stash Mrs. Mason had taken from him the week before.  He’d already spotted a house where he could stage his midnight panty raid.  Only, this time he’d be a lot more careful not to be caught in the act.

Saturday morning arrived and Steve showed up promptly at 7am on Mrs. Mason’s doorstep. The clothes laid out in the bedroom surprised Steve.  A pale blue bra and matching panties and half-slip awaited him, along with a black skirt, and a white, button-front blouse with Peter Pan collar edged in pink, along with anklets with pink lace edging.  Most of all, a pair of black Mary Jane shoes which looked to be new caused his jaw to drop.

“We wanted to make sure your last day was a memorable one",  Mrs. Mason said as Steve hesitated in surprise.  “You’ve done a good job and, even though this has been a punishment period, we thought you deserved a little reward on your last day", she smiled.

Steve got dressed as she took several more photos.  Then, Sarah did his hair up in curlers.  However, this time she put some kind of lotion or gel on the curlers.  Steve objected to the smell but was told by Sarah that it would dissipate in an hour or so.  He reluctantly let her proceed.  After all, this was his last day and the sooner it was over, the better.

Wearing the hair net, babushka and pinafore, Stephanie set about completing her duties on her last day at the Mason household.  The laundry was done and hung out, the dishes were washed and put away, the dusting and vacuuming completed promptly and thoroughly.  Near the end of the day, Stephanie went out in the yard with the laundry basket to collect the laundry and bring it back in to fold.  It took her a while to collect all the laundry and pile it neatly in the basket.

She heard some voices talking in the kitchen as she climbed the stairs to the back door.  Propping open the door with her foot, she was just entering the kitchen when she stopped dead in her tracks.  There at the kitchen table sat her mother sipping a cup of tea, and obviously deep in conversation with Mrs. Mason.  Both women became aware of Stephanie at the same time.  Her mother smiled as she turned to face Stephanie.

“Come in, dear", she smiled.  “We were just discussing your little adventures of the past few months and looking at some photos of how much you’ve changed”.

“Yes, please sit down", Mrs. Mason insisted.  “You can finish folding the laundry here at the table while we continue our conversation”.

Numbly, Stephanie moved as if in a daze.   A tear of humiliation and embarrassment coursed across her cheek as she placed the laundry basket on the floor next to her chair and began completing the folding of the items in the basket.  When she had finished, Sarah came in and helped her distribute the items to the respective rooms and closets where they belonged.  When they were done, Sarah escorted her back to the kitchen and they both quietly sat down at the table.

“Well, dear, I hope you’re enjoying your little surprise", Mrs. Mason smiled as she addressed the stunned Stephanie.  “Sarah, why don’t you help Stephanie with her hair.  I think Stephanie’s mother has a few things to say to her, too", she said with a pleased smile as she turned toward Stephanie’s mother.

As Sarah put a towel around Stephanie’s shoulders and began removing the babushka, hair net and curlers, Stephanie’s mother began explaining how, shortly after Steve’s punishment began, she had been contacted by Mrs. Mason who had explained the situation fully.

“Stephanie, your father and I had many discussions regarding your little problem and what to do about you.  You put your chances for college in potential jeopardy.  We could not help but feel that the punishment Mrs. Mason was dealing out to you was not only just, but merciful as it spared you – and our family – the public embarrassment of your arrest and conviction.  We are particularly grateful to her for that.  Also, the punishment seemed to fit the crime quite well".

“At her suggestion, we searched your room and found the panties you had hidden behind the air register.  We then knew your problem was more serious than just this one instance.  After further discussion, we reached a decision.  We’ve decided to extend your punishment through your summer vacation.  Also, you’re going to return each of the panties you stole to their owners. You will write a note of apology and deliver it personally to each person you stole from no matter who it is”.

“By the way, the clothes and shoes you’re wearing I bought for you.  You’ll be wearing them when we walk home today.  Also, you’ll need to remember to bring the panties you washed last week so that you can begin to prepare to return them.  After church tomorrow, we’ll do a little shopping.  I think we’ll start with panties just to make sure you have enough to keep you happy.  With a little judicious shopping at thrift stores and such, we should have your summer wardrobe taken care of in short order”.

“For now, you can just sit quietly while Sarah finishes your hair and nails.  We’ll finish our tea in the living room and you can meet us there when you’re ready to go", she smiled as she and Mrs. Mason rose to leave the room.

Stephanie sat in stunned silence as she listened to her mother pronounce her sentence.  Tears coursed down her cheeks at the knowledge of what she would have to do to make right the wrong that she had done.  Worse yet, one of the people she had stolen from was someone in her class.  She felt certain there was no way she could prevent word from getting out.  Most of the kids in her class knew there was only one daughter and one son in her family.  With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she sat numbly, overcome by despair at her situation, as Sarah completed removing the curlers from her hair.

Her hair felt springy and bouncy as Sarah brushed it out and then took a pair of scissors to trim a little here and there.  When Sarah handed her a mirror, Stephanie gasped as she saw she had been given a bit of a permanent and that her medium length hair was now filled with waves and curls.   There was no way she could be mistaken for a boy now, even if she were allowed to wear her boy clothes.

Sarah next removed the towel and began preparing Stephanie’s nails for a coat of pink polish.  This took a while, as Sarah insisted Stephanie prepare at least one hand to her satisfaction before she would apply the polish.   The pretty light pink polish felt cool on her fingernails as Sarah applied it.  Stephanie spread her fingers as instructed afterwards.  Then Sarah took a pair of tweezers and began shaping Stephanie’s eyebrows a bit more while she waited for the polish to dry.  When Sarah was done, she showed Stephanie her handiwork.  “Oh, no!” was all Stephanie could utter as she gazed into the mirror in shock.  Her eyebrows were now unmistakably feminine.  There was no boy on the planet who could get away with sporting such eyebrows and not garnering cries of “Sissy!”  Stephanie was now firmly ensconced in her femininity by her curly hair, her pink nails and her ever-so-feminine eyebrows.  There was nothing she could do to escape her little prison.

Sarah then retrieved the shoebox Stephanie’s new Mary Janes had come in.  After replacing the tissue in the box, Stephanie stacked the twenty or so pair of panties she had cleaned the previous weekend neatly in the box and replaced the lid.  Together the two young girls proceeded to the living room.

“Well, I see you’re all ready to go", Stephanie’s mother said as she rose from her chair.  “Sarah, you did an outstanding job!  Stephanie looks just terrific.  I don’t think I could have done better myself", she said enthusiastically.

“I want to thank you and Sarah for treating Steve – or rather Stephanie – so well and allowing her to make amends for her very bad behavior.  You can rest assured that she’ll never have any need to steal panties from anyone’s clothesline ever again", Mother assured Mrs. Mason.

“I’m sure Stephanie’s very sorry for what she did.  She’s certainly made amends where we’re concerned, and I know when she returns the other panties to their owners she’ll never consider stealing again.  Enjoy your summer Stephanie.  I’m sure you’re going to have a memorable one", Mrs. Mason smiled knowingly.

“Of that you can be sure", Mother said as she took Stephanie by the arm and led her to the door.

Stephanie was in shock as she stepped through the door onto the front porch.  She was actually going out in public dressed as a girl, and her mother was insisting on it.  She blushed deeply as the thought that someone who knew her might see her walking home with her mother.

“Goodbye, and thanks again for all your kindness", Stephanie’s mother said to Mrs. Mason and Sarah, who stood at the door to watch the hapless lad depart with his mother.

“’Bye Stephanie!  I’ll see you in church tomorrow", Sarah called behind them as they descended the steps and Stephanie began the walk home with her mother, a walk that was to lead to a summer filled with humiliating experiences.

“Your Dad is home and I’m sure he’ll want to see his sissy son – or rather his new daughter.  You know, it’s too bad you didn’t let me know you had this fascination with panties sooner.  I’d have seen that you had some of your own to wear.  Well, we can take care of that little problem tomorrow afternoon", Mother smiled as they walked along together.  “By the way, you may want to shave the hair on your legs when you get home.  They look a bit too boyish for a girl and, since you’re going to be in skirts for quite a while, it’s probably a good idea that you take care of that little problem before someone notices”.

Stephanie blushed in shame.  She could hear the clicking of her Mary Janes on the sidewalk as they walked along.  Her naked legs made her feel very exposed.  A tear trickled from her eye as she realized that she was to spend the entire summer dressed as a girl.  “Oh, why did I ever want to steal panties?" Stephanie thought with deep regret.  She wished desperately that she could turn time back, but there was no escaping her predicament, or her immediate future...
Baby Janet

It would be a very good reason for petticoat punishment, that is certain.