He hadn't seen them on a woman in years, except in some of his men's magazines.He hadn't seen them on a woman in years, except in some of his men's magazines. Part of his mind considered what he would look like in them. Not counting on Joe's cooperation, Monica put a garter belt around his waist and hooked it in back. After sitting him down, she rapidly rolled the hose up each leg. Standing Joe up, Monica hooked up the hose and tightened the suspenders. She noticed that he wouldn't look down. Sitting him down again, Monica slipped shoes on his feet; red patent leather open-toed sandals with ankle straps and five inch heels. She noticed how his red toenails peeked out through the mesh of his stockings. "Sexy," she thought as she buckled the straps tight. Monica brought out a pair of French-cut black satin and lace panties. She put them on over Joe's shoes then, standing him up, pulled them slowly up his legs. Joe perceived a new sensation as Monica pulled the panties up over his hips, a slight pressure on his genital area that he 'd never experienced before. All of a sudden Joe wanted to see what he looked like. He walked over to the mirror. "Boy don't my legs look great?" Joe asked himself. Joe still resented the loss of his cock and balls, but the drug had taken effect and besides, part of him liked the fact that his panties fit properly now; with no protrusion or bulges from his cock or balls. Joe could see his pubic hair, which had regrown, through the lace, which ended at a satin panel which was flush against his crotch. |