That’s a weird way of saying it, I know ... but ... well, you’ll see.“I don’t know,” I said, unthinkingly, while my brain tried to speed up....“What do you mean you don’t know?” she asked, in mother tones. “I thought you had this all planned out.”I thought about backgrounds. My mind picture had cloth as a background. Don’t ask me why. The only place in the house that had lots of cloth was my mother’s bedroom. She had drapes in her room, instead of curtains, like all the other bedrooms. There was a. Her tone was so low and seductive; Loren was not certain she would have recognized it as Alex speaking, except she was looking right at her when the hot young girl spoke. Alex was so close to her now that when she inhaled she couldn't help but take her scent in. She smelled of vanilla and strawberries. "What are you doing Alex?" She heard her own tone of voice had risen to a high startled squeak as Loren tried to maintain control of her breathing. Her body seemed to be responding of its own. I noticed my voice were notright either. Regardless my voice became so weak, the pitch of my voicebecame so high making me sound like some girls who act cute.I cleared my throat a bit. "Ah...I am... not Okay," I said again. However, itdidn't alter a fact that my voice was still sounding like a soprano. I didnot want to keep speaking and sound like a girl as I am a male. I startedfreaking because things were totally off track.It was merely a short period of time then I experienced my hand. Are you really THAT threatened by a pair of panties, Phyllis?"Lorraine went downstairs.She knew she had won the argument and did not need to say any more. Sheleft me to put on my panties.Somehow they were more snug than the boxer shorts but more comfortableand I found the feel of them really exciting. I quickly put my slip onas I was embarrassed to be wearing panties and I didn't want Lorraine tosee that I was wearing them.I went downstairs."Are you wearing the panties I bought you?" Lorraine.