Going home and talk with mom

After dinner, your mom finally breaks the silence. "Alex, can we talk?" she asks, her tone softer but still laced with concern.

You nod, bracing yourself for another difficult conversation. "Sure, Mom."

She sighs, looking at you with a mix of worry and love. "I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said. I can understand if the boyshorts are more comfortable for you. But please, don’t go further into other kinds of women’s undergarments like panties, thongs, or bras. I could accept boyshorts, because ultimately, they are 'boys' shorts."

Taking a deep breath, you try to reassure her. "I promise, Mom. I just want to feel comfortable. I won’t push it further."

Your mom's eyes search yours, seeking understanding. "Alex, it's not just about the underwear. It's... it's everything that comes with it. I'm worried about what this means for you. Are you sure this is just about comfort?"

You nod, feeling the need to explain further. "Mom, the material is softer and airier. It feels better against my skin, especially during hot summer days. My groin area doesn't get as sweaty and uncomfortable. It's purely about comfort for me."

She frowns slightly, trying to process your words. "But why panties, Alex? There are plenty of men's underwear made from soft materials."

You hesitate, searching for the right words. "These were given to me by Sarah, my coworker. She got them from an eco-friendly vendor we’re considering for the project. They looked like boxers to me, and I didn’t see any harm in trying them out. And when I did, they felt so much better than my regular underwear."

Your mom looks down, shaking her head slightly. "I just worry, Alex. Society can be harsh. I don't want you to face unnecessary difficulties."

"I understand, Mom. But this is about finding what makes me comfortable. I’m not trying to make a statement or anything. It’s just that these feel right for me. Can you understand that?"

She sighs again, her expression softening. "I’m trying, Alex. I really am. It's just... I never imagined having this conversation with my son."

You reach out, taking her hand in yours. "I know it’s a lot to take in. And I appreciate that you’re trying. I promise I won’t go any further with it. Just these boyshorts, because they make a difference in my comfort."

She squeezes your hand, a sign of her effort to bridge the gap between you. "Okay. But please, if you ever feel like you need to talk about this more, or if you feel confused or anything, come to me. I want to be there for you, even if I don’t fully understand everything."

"I will, Mom. I promise."

She gives you a small, strained smile. "I love you, Alex. I just need time to get used to this. Let’s take it one step at a time."

You nod, feeling a bit relieved. "Thanks, Mom. I love you too."

After the conversation, as you head to bed, you decided to wear your own pajamas like the night before, feeling a little guilty over the conversation between you and your mom.