Pamela

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Penn.

THE WORLD OF PAMELA

FICTION

It all began when I was a freshman in high school. Both my mother and my father worked and my sister, Pat, who is a year younger than me, was in the eighth grade. We lived in a rural area a few miles outside a large metropolitan city. It was my responsibility to come home every day immediately after class to clean the house and to prepare supper for the family. My mother would complete the meal after she got home. Pat would remain in town at relative's and would then ride home with Dad.

One day as I was cleaning the house I came across a pair of Pat's panties. A strange sensation came across me as I held them. The next thing I knew I was slipping the cool, clinging panties up my legs. Pam was born in that moment.

I had always been a small boy. In fact I weighed two pounds less than any of the boys or girls in my grade school graduating class and I was only 5'2" tall.

After discovering Pam, Dick would rush home each afternoon. All day in school had been spent mapping out the outfit Pam would wear when she got home. As soon as I got home I would undress and put on Pat's pajamas which were still on her bed from the night before. I would pretend that Pam was just awakening. On with the bathrobe and slippers and then to the wonderful task of getting dressed for the afternoon. Very carefully I would lay out the clothes I had decided on while in school that day. Matching panties and bra only 33A then, a silk slip, and either a dress or one of her sweaters and a skirt. The nylons and garter belt would come from my mother's dresser and the shoes from Pat's. A beard I did not have and with only a little powder, lipstick and eye makeup, Pam became a lovely reality. I would wear a scarf over my head as I had no wig to wear.

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