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From Panty Sniffer To Crossdressing Sissy
(Scarlett Steele)

She took a shower two mornings later and wrapped the terry robe around her naked body. Daryl had already left for work, so she didn't have to worry about running into him while she dressed. She allowed the towel on her head to soak up the wetness from the shower on her hair while she ate a muffin and drank coffee. Nothing out of the usual for her. When she opened her panty drawer, she gasped. Again, a pair of panties was shoved on top, the wrong color over the wrong pile. This time it was a pale pink pair lying haphazardly over the black and royal blues. She plucked it up and again it was crusty dirty. Furrowing her brow, she almost pitched the soiled pair to the floor but stopped. She knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she'd placed her underwear in the dirty clothes hamper the night before. Yesterday morning her drawer was perfectly neat with everything where it should be. But now, this pair, so very soiled, like she'd gone out and had a really good time. It didn't make sense. She pulled the pair closer and upon further inspection realized the soil wasn't from her. A quick sniff and she smelled the distinct odor of cum. Dried, crusty cum covered the inside crotch of her panties.



"What the hell?" Jessica said. Of course, no one was home. The only person it could be was Daryl. But why? Why would he do something so sick? She shook her head and glanced at the time. She had a meeting at work and had to be there early, which was why she woke up early and showered.  It had to be Daryl, there was no other explanation. She shook her head and shoved the soiled panties into the hamper in her bedroom. She'd have to deal with Daryl later.



After work, she aimed to confront Daryl. He'd be home later. She'd be nice and give him time to come in and shower before she asked him about it. His red truck was parked in the driveway of the flat which surprised her. Normally he didn't arrive home until later. Normally she didn't arrive home until much later. She parked and walked in through the garage and didn't see him anywhere. She paused and listened and didn't hear the shower running. Upon further investigation, she didn't find him in his bedroom either. She was about to give up when she walked to her bedroom but paused outside the door and hid in the shadows.



Daryl was in her room, at her dresser with the panty drawer open. Caught red-handed! He had a pair of black panties in his hand, the same pair she had worn the night before and had put them in the dirty clothes hamper along with the cum soiled pale pink pair. She thought about busting in and letting him know he was caught but thought otherwise. She stepped back so he wouldn't see her and watched. He groaned as he brought the pair to his nose and sniffed the crotch of the dirty pair of panties. He rubbed the bulge in his pants as he sniffed and grabbed a clean pair while pulling out his cock. He rubbed one out with her clean underwear in his hand and spewed his cum all over the pair while sniffing the dirty pair.



Jessica quietly backed away from her bedroom door and made a beeline down the hall and out to the kitchen. She walked through the garage door and went back to her car. She didn't want to confront Daryl, not just yet. Shari and Tina would know what to do and pronto. She sent a mad text to both, who would be off their work soon to meet her at the Bay Waters Cafe in thirty. She turned the key and backed out of the driveway, hoping he wasn't anywhere near the front windows to see her driving off. She didn't want him knowing she had caught him.



"He fucking did what?" Tina asked. When she was angry, her face took on the look of a bitch you don't want to mess with.