Getting Changed

Shane begrudgingly took the uniform from Missy. "F-fine. Turn around so I can change, at least," he said.

But Missy crossed her arms and looked down at him on the bed. "No way, what if you get dizzy and fall over? Here, let me help you up. Come on, like I said, I'm here to take care of you today. Besides, I've already seen everything..." she reached down and took his hand, helping him to his feet and keeping him steady. "There, that's it... Good boy... Let's get you into some dry warm clothes..."

Shane felt a little woozy, but he wasn't sure if it was from his cold, or from the embarrassment of how Missy was treating him. His face burned as he dropped the sheet and stood naked in front of his crush.

She chuckled and bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"That's it. Sweet boy... can you hold one foot up for me?" She knelt down and pulled the uniform over to her, pulling a folded white garment out from between the top and shorts. "Let's just get these on you..."

Shane quickly pulled his foot back. "W-wait! Missy, those are p-panties! I can't wear those!" He looked down. The pair of underwear she was trying to put on him were white boyshorts with a thick pink elastic waistband that said 'PINK' all the way around. The rear said 'Cutie!' in bold pink lettering, and there was a cluster of colorful flowers in the front on one of the legs.

Missy rolled her eyes. "Shhh, just put them on, Shaney. What's the big deal? They're just boyshorts. They're basically boxers. It's not like anyone will see you in them. Besides, you need to wear clean underwear. It's healthy. Now just do as I say and give me your leg!"

"No!" Shane's face felt hot. He pulled his foot away stubbornly as Missy kept trying to grab it to put the panties on him. "I'm not wearing them! I'll just go commando!"

Missy glared up at him. "Shane, give me your foot right now. I'm serious. If you don't stop disobeying me I... I'll... I'll spank you! I'm trying my best to make sure you get better, and you have the balls to argue with me? Last chance, shrimp-dick. Is this really what you want?"

Shane stopped cold and shuddered. He'd hardly ever heard Missy raise her voice at him or assert herself with such... dominance before. And he was sure that in his state, he didn't stand a chance of resisting her. But to give in and wear panties was so humiliating...

"F-fine..." he whispered, letting her take his foot and slip the panties onto one leg, then the other. She even pulled them up for him, letting the band snap onto his waist as she let go.

"There, was that so hard?" she asked, looking him up and down. He blushed and tried to cover himself when he thought he caught her smiling a little. "Now, for the rest..."

They put the rest of the uniform on and when they were finished, Shane looked at himself in the mirror.

The uniform was made for feminine bodies. The shorts were shorter than he was used to, and clung a little more tightly to his legs. The top was more fitted as well, emphasizing his narrow waist and lack of shoulders. The worst part was that the name on the front read "MISSY" in bold letters.

Missy giggled and stood behind him. She slapped his ass. "Cute! You look better already. Now lay down and get some rest, panty boy!"

Shane did as he was told. Not just because he was sick and needed the rest - but he was a little intimidated after Missy had been so forceful in dressing him.

He crawled back into bed and Missy turned the lights off. Shane was about to go back to resting when he felt something move beside him.

"M-missy? What are you doing?" he asked, aghast as he felt her slip in under the covers.

"What's it look like?" she said, "I'm getting in bed with you."