I Make Him Wear My Panties: A BBW Makes Him Crossdress

Charity was just about to throw in the towel at her New Year’s resolution to visit the gym every day when she meets Tanner, a handsome personal trainer that takes a special interest in her. After he forces her to finish her workout she decides it is time for a little pay back when he gives her a much needed massage. Tanner soon find himself out of his gym clothes and putting on a sexy fashion show for Charity, with her own sweaty panties in the spotlight!

EXCERPT

“You just happen to own a massage table?” she asked him, resting her hand on it.
“Yeah I do, I used to be a full time independent masseuse for years. This table earned the money I used to get my gym started,” he told her, tossing a small towel over his shoulder.
“So do I just get on it and lay down?” she asked.
“You are going to need to strip first,” he said, grinning.
“Oh do I now?” she asked and pretended to be a little shocked.
“Well, yeah, I mean,” he stuttered. “That is the way you do it.”
“I don’t mind,” she said and meant it. She was proud of the work she had been putting into her body and kind of wanted to show it off to someone. Since he was part of the reason why it just made sense that he was the first to see it. She knew she still had a long way to go but was feeling better about her body than she had in a very long time.
“I have a robe in the bathroom, wait here,” she said and went to change.
Charity quickly went into her bathroom and locked the door behind her. She stripped out of her clothes down to her panties. She considered taking them off too, and wasn’t sure what the procedure was for massages like this. Should she be totally nude? She was wearing a new pair that she had bought just for today, just in case, and it would be a shame if he didn’t get a chance to see them.
Better to leave them on for now, she thought, she could always take them off later if he wanted her to.
In the back of her mind she secretly hoped he did.
Tossing her robe on she came back out and up to the table.
“Turn around,” she said and Tanner dutifully spun his back to her. Dropping the robe off her shoulders she sat up on the table, turned and laid face down, her head in the open circle pillow. She took the towel and tried to drape it over her bottom as well as she could behind her back. When she was satisfied her bottom was covered she called out to Tanner.
“You can look now,” she said and she heard Tanner moving closer. She couldn’t see anything with her face down except the floor, but she was still aware of his presence. She could hear the snap of the lotion bottle opening and the squirt of it coming out. Next she heard his hands rubbing together, warming the lotion before touching her skin.
His hands touched her back and she let out an involuntary moan. He was like a musician, and her body was the instrument. It felt so good as he strongly rubbed her aching back, her sore muscles melting to his ministrations.
Feeling like she was in pure heaven, Charity let Tanner work her stiff body back into a human form again. He moved down to the backs of her legs and pressed hard, working the knots from her sore muscles there.
Charity felt the towel that covered her slip some before it fell off her and onto the floor.
“Oops, sorry,” he said, and she heard him bend over to pick it up.
“It’s okay with me, you can just leave it on the floor, if you want” she said.
“I think I will, I like your panties,” he said and Charity felt a little thrill inside. He continued to rub and massage her aching muscles until she was completely satisfied. His hands would drift close to the hemline of her panties but it never violated them. He was keeping it professional.
Time to change that, Charity thought.