The Boutique of Feminine Secrets

Evan had never been in a lingerie store like this before. The sign outside read Femme Illusions in soft pink cursive, the window displays showing mannequins in panties so tiny they looked like they belonged to a doll. His girlfriend, Lila, held his hand tightly, guiding him inside like she already knew exactly what she wanted him to wear.

The air inside smelled faintly of vanilla and satin. Along one wall, racks shimmered with lace, silk, and shiny spandex — but these weren’t just ordinary panties. There were labels: Sissy Micro, MTF Transformation, Exposed Vagina Illusions, and Micro Pouch Humiliation.

“Let’s start here,” Lila said with a grin, pulling down a pair of soft blush-pink panties with a perfectly sculpted camel toe front.
“These are for MTF girls… but they’ll look even better on you. They’ll tuck you, flatten you, and give you a little slit so perfect that even I might get jealous.”

In the dressing room, she helped him slip them on. The fabric cupped him tightly, pulling his small shaft back and up between his legs. She adjusted him with practiced hands, smiling as the panties snapped into place. Evan looked in the mirror — no bulge, no hint of maleness, just a smooth, feminine mound with a delicate crease.
“You look like you’ve always had a pussy,” she teased, running her fingers over the outline.

Before he could even process it, she swapped them out for another pair — these ones in shimmering lavender satin, but with an exposed vagina design. The crotch had a clever flesh-toned insert that used his tucked shaft to create the illusion of soft inner folds, peeking between his legs.
“Now this one,” she whispered, “is for when I want you to look like a slut who’s always ready.” She stepped back to admire him. “You’re blushing — that means it’s working.”

The next pair was nothing but a micro pouch — shiny black spandex no bigger than a silver dollar, stretching over him so tightly it was almost comical. It didn’t hide his size; it exaggerated how little there was. His tiny tip pushed forward pathetically against the fabric.
“This is what humiliation looks like,” she said, smirking. “Every sissy should have a pair of these. Imagine wearing them under a skirt at a party, everyone wondering if you’re even a man at all.”

Finally, she handed him the smallest pair yet — a micro penis display panty, so minimal it didn’t even cover him entirely. It cradled his shaft like a silk ribbon, deliberately framing it so there was no mystery about just how small he was.
When he stepped out of the dressing room, Lila’s eyes lit up.
“Perfect. My little sissy on display. Every time you wear these, you’ll remember — you’re mine, and you’re prettier this way.”

By the time they left the boutique, the shopping bag was stuffed with every style they’d tried. Lila leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear.
“Tonight, you’re wearing the exposed vagina pair. And I’m going to treat you exactly like the girl you’ve become.”

Evan’s heart pounded. He’d come in nervous, but now he could barely wait to be home, to pull on the soft satin, and to lose himself completely in the feminine illusion Lila had chosen for him.



Part 2 – The First Night as Her Panty Girl

Back at Lila’s apartment, the shopping bag was dumped onto the bed like a treasure chest spilled open — satin, lace, spandex, all shimmering in the lamplight.

“Strip,” Lila ordered, kicking off her heels. Evan obeyed instantly, standing naked before her, still flushed from the boutique.

She selected the exposed vagina illusion panties first — the ones with the clever flesh-toned insert and perfect little folds. She knelt to guide them up his legs, adjusting his tuck until the “slit” lay perfectly between his thighs.
“Look at you,” she purred, turning him toward the mirror. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was about to take a girl to bed.”

Lila ran her hand down the front, slow and deliberate. The thin layer of satin did nothing to hide the heat building inside him.
“Good girls get rewarded,” she whispered — then suddenly yanked the panties down, exposing his tucked shaft before sliding them back up again.
“You’re not allowed to be that kind of girl tonight,” she smirked. “This one’s just for looking pretty.”

Next came the MTF camel toe style. She loved how perfectly they erased him, smoothing him into nothing but a soft, feminine mound. She paired them with a cropped lace top, then handed him a short pleated skirt.
“Spin,” she commanded. He twirled, and the skirt flared up just enough to flash the perfect smoothness underneath.
“Tomorrow, you’re wearing this to the store,” she teased, “and no one will know my little sissy used to be a boy.”

But Lila wasn’t done. She pulled out the micro pouch humiliation panties, the glossy black ones that barely contained him.
“These,” she said, “are for when I want to remember how small you really are.” She slipped them on him, the fabric clinging so tight his tip was outlined like a shameful little button. She grinned, reaching down to pinch him through the pouch.
“My tiny little pet. I could keep you like this forever, and no one would ever believe you were a man.”

Finally, she picked up the micro penis display panties — a wisp of fabric and straps that framed him completely. Once he was wearing them, she pushed him onto the bed, straddling him while still fully clothed.
“Do you see what I own?” she asked, her voice low and wicked. “This tiny, helpless thing between your legs — it’s not for you anymore. It’s for me to laugh at… or maybe for me to dress up even prettier.”

Evan could barely breathe. The combination of humiliation, feminine illusion, and her absolute control over him made him dizzy with need.

Lila leaned close, kissing him lightly before pulling back with a smile.
“From now on,” she said, “you’re my panty girl. And every pair in that bag? We’re going to find a way to make you love them… and beg for more.”