Briefs Again!?

I swear Ingrid must be out to get me. A bullseye would be less conspicuous. She simply left a pair of neon-green briefs with large purple lettering across the crotch and the back that said, "GRAB!!" I gritted my teeth at this indignity (though I have been through a lot) and clenched the garment in my hand.

"No way in hell am I wearing this! I have always preferred boxers. Not to mention there should be more clothes to these 'clothes'! Is this really all she left me to wear?" I turned to Bridget waving them around.

She shrugged, "She figured you wouldn't need much since today you are modelling again."

Another log to my hellfire.

I was not looking forward to going back to being naked in front of a football field full of of women who wanted to draw the most private parts of my body. But alas...

I shook my head, "I am absolutely not going to put on this..."

The door flew open and right there appeared...