![]() The next day, I had clean underwear again, but I didn’t want to wear them. I wore them the rest of the day, including sleeping in them. I couldn’t get over how much I liked wearing those panties and how comfortable they were. My pants had slid we down a little bit in the back, but my shirt was covering everything. The girl behind me in class at the end of the day smiled at me, but didn’t say anything. The panties were very comfortable and towards the end of the day I relaxed more and started actually liking what I wearing. Nothing happened and no one said anything. I took extra care when bending over and hoped my pants wouldn’t decide to rip open that day. I quickly put my clothes on to cover them and was very embarrassed and worried all day someone at school would somehow find out or see I had panties on. I was surprised at how good they felt, but was still embarrassed to be wearing panties and hated it. The panties came up higher on my waist almost my belly button, but fit me perfectly. Instead of plain white cotton briefs, it was a pair of light blue stretchy nylon panties that I later learned were hi-cut panties. They looked and felt nothing like my underwear. I couldn’t believe it when my mom handed them to me. I had never thought about it before, but for a few moments imagined girl’s panties must look similar to my own underwear. I thought about just going without any, but my mom’s solution was to have me wear a pair of my sister’s panties for the day. I was a boy around 12 out of clean underwear.
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