Why me? Why now? Of all times, why now? I couldn’t help it. I saw those panties. Those pink, plastic panties. I saw myself gently sliding them up my leg and over my big, thick cloth diaper. I saw the lines of ruffles daintily bouncing up and down as I crawl around on all fours. I saw myself in those pink, plastic, rufflily panties and I HAD to have them. I grabbed them from the laundry basket and quickly hid them under my shirt, hoping no one would be the wiser. I felt that cool plastic on my stomach and a chill shot through my whole body. I can’t understand why I am doing this but once that plastic touched my skin, I knew I couldn’t stop myself. Sweat started to drip from my brow as I ascended the stairs back up to the main floor.

I knew my mom would be out running errands for the church. She helps out with cleaning and laundry for the daycare that is run out of it. The real concern was my babysitter, Whitney. She was a stern girl, a bit on the curvy side but all those curves were in the right spots. When she walked, her booty would sway back and forth as if it were calling to me. Her bosom seemed to squeeze every shirt she wore to the breaking point.

Now, why does an 18 year old need a babysitter? I’m not quite sure either, but mom said she was going to watch “the house” while she was gone, but as soon as mom left, it didn’t feel like she was just watching the house. She sat down on the couch and gave me a smug look of satisfaction as if to say, “We both know why I am here.”

About two weeks ago, my mom made the mistake of leaving for the night and into the next morning. Now, what does every 18 year old think of when that happens? PARTY! The word was spread around and that Friday night was bumping. Drinks were flowing, everyone was dancing, and things were going well. One broken lamp later and several people throwing up off our balcony. I decided that was enough. I kicked everyone out and looked around to assess the damage. “Wow, I’ll take care of this tomorrow.” I thought to myself. I stumbled to my room and proceeded to pass out with a smile on my face.

The next morning came all too quickly. I was awoken by a very upset mother. “Who do you think you are trashing my house like this?!?” I slid lower into my covers as the verbal barrage continued. “I leave for one night and this is what happens. I can’t trust you to be alone after this. Ugh, just get up and get cleaning.” I wasn’t sure what that middle part meant, but I threw off my covers to start the cleaning process. This made everything much worse. “What is that?” My mom pointed at my crotch. I looked down to see my boxers were significantly darker than when I went to bed. “I just had too much to drink?” I looked at her with pleading eyes. “Get cleaned up and then clean this place up!” She turned and left, all the while shaking her head. The incident wasn’t spoken of until two weeks later.

Whitney looked around for a bit once I reached the top of the stairs, “Your mommy told me of all the fun you had a couple weeks ago.”

                “Get bent. I know you’re here to watch the house.” I said arrogantly.  Whitney rolled her eyes and grabbed a magazine from her purse.  “That should distract her for a bit.” I thought. While climbing the stairs, I had slid the plastic panties into my pants to avoid suspicion. This might have been a mistake. I felt that cool plastic material every time I walked now. The swishing sound underneath it all seemed like a thunder clap to me with each step up. I just needed to get to my room down the hall and find a hiding spot.  After my retort, I spun quickly in the direction of my room and stomped off. That material against my legs was driving me crazy. My little man downstairs was trying to make himself noticed while I was walking. With each step the arousal grew more and more, until I was sweating with a semi hard on as I reach my room. I arrived safely as I turned and locked my door. “Whew, that was close.” I thought to myself as I wiped some sweat from my head. I pulled those panties out of my pants and shook them out. “Don’t worry. They are going right back on.” I thought to myself. My palms began to sweat. My hands were trembling as I began to slide off my pants. With the button loose, I decided to just let them fall. Now, here I am, plastic panties next to me as my trembling hands grip the waistband of my boxers. It almost seemed like too much. Deep breathe in. Deep breathe out. With regained composure, I slid them down. Now came the fun part. My little man was almost at full attention when I stepped in. I’m a pretty skinny guy, but it was still a tight squeeze. After I slid the plastic panties up one leg slightly, I picked my next foot up and into the panties. Now, everybody knows what happens next. That awkward dance as you try to shimmy something up your legs that is just a little too tight. Halfway up. My little man is at full attention. Couple jumps to help the panties get up more. Finally, they were right where they needed to be. After finagling my little man into the panties, I took my shirt off and threw it across the room. I stepped over to the mirror to admire myself. I ran my hands along that delicate plastic. I giggled as I watched my bottom shake the ruffles up and down as I moved back and forth. I put my thumb in my mouth to seal the deal as I gave myself a wink in the mirror. While I was walking around admiring my new pretty plastic panties, I started to get a little sweaty in them. This only made things better. My penis began to slide back and forth the more I walked. The sensation of the hot environment that my penis was wrapped up in was too much. I gently slid my hand over my panty tent. A chill ran through my body as the electricity filled me more and more. I started to slide my hand back and forth. Mmmm, faster and faster I slid. The outside world slowly began to fade away as it was just me. Me and my plastic panties that were made for little girls because that’s what I want to be, a little girl. A slight moan penetrates my lips as I get closer and closer. Faster and faster I pumped. “Mmmm, ooooooo, ahhh.” These were the only sounds I was able to produce as I get on the edge of my massive orgasm.

“Knock, knock!”

To be continued! And if you have any thoughts, suggestions or ideas, please message me or leave a comment. This is my first story and I would like to expand on it more, but only if people are enjoying it!