Granny Panties

The chat was a literal waterfall of text now.

“ARE THOSE... DISNEY PRINCESSES?”

“Grown woman in granny panties!”

“Cinderella on the crotch, I’m dead!”

I looked down in horror. My wide thighs were squeezed into thick, white cotton ‘granny’ panties. Right in the center, a faded print of Belle and Cinderella smiled up at the camera. The leg holes were tight, digging into my soft flesh, and the high waistband sat right in the middle of my soft, pale belly.

“My mommy still buys me my undies!” Diana sang in a mocking, high-pitched voice. “Ivie can’t shop for herself because she’s too busy being a dark, mysterious rocker!”

“They’re comfortable!” I wailed, the humiliation reaching a fever pitch. “I have sensitive skin!”

“You have a sensitive ego,” Diana said. She turned to the camera. “Everyone, look at her. This is Ivanna. She’s thirty-six, she’s a ginger, she’s chubby, she wears toddler underwear, and she’s a total fraud with funny looking tits. And you know what the best part is? She’s a virgin.”

The chat stopped for a split second before erupting again.

“NO WAY.”

“Thirty-six and a virgin?”

“She talked so much game about being a succubus!”

“I’m not!” I lied, my voice cracking. “Raphael and I... we did things!”

“We tried,” Raphael said, his voice dripping with spite. “But she’d just cry and say it hurt too much if I even touched her. She’s terrified of it. She’s a total basement-dwelling nerd virgin.”