-5- Max Alone in See-Through Panties
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They were predictably pink.
Not all Max’s panties were pink, but most were. Various shades—hot pink, baby pink, some rosy, almost red. These ones were blush, like wine. They were mesh, a fine almost glossy fabric, and sheer enough that if you caught them at the right angle you could see straight through.
Max didn’t always spend this much time staring in the mirror. He wore women’s panties every day now. His little treat. He deserved to feel good, so why not? It was rare that he used the urinal at work—he’d never been a fan. He preferred to pee in private.
Besides, he didn’t need everyone getting in his business. Secrets were secret for a reason. It’s not that he felt ashamed. Well, okay, maybe he felt a little ashamed, but not as
