Even at work, I couldn't escape her program. Every time I went to the urinal, I had to grab the elasticized leg band of my panties to pull aside the shimmering front panel so that I could free my self. I was always apprehensive when someone was using the urinal next to me that they would catch a glimpse of the feminine color or pattern of my brightly-colored undies. At the same time, I was also quite excited by the thought that my feminine garb was so near to sight, so close to being made public.
When I walked around the office, I relished the feeling of my satin panties sliding coolly between my and the wool-blend fabric of my slacks. In fact, I relished the feelings so much that I had to remind myself constantly not to move in a girlish mode. I certainly couldn't let myself swish my little tush around or gesture inappropriately with my hands.In spite of my constant reminders, it was a challenge for me to avoid slipping into girlishness. Especially when I spend so much time doing it when I'm at home... and with such encouragement from Judy.