Monday morning

Holt sat on the too small potty in the living room while Rachel cooed and took photos of the muscular jock who now wore a pink bonnet with a pink pacifier stuck in his mouth. “It’s okay baby, you’re just not ready for the big boy potty yet.” Rachel cackled as the muscular boy let go and peed in the bed once again.

Holt woke up suddenly the next morning to soiled sheets once again. He stripped himself of the soiled shorts, and wet panties, he wore the night before, before throwing them in with the wet sheets. While that was washing Holt took another freezing shower before going back into his room and putting on another pair of the panties the previous owner had left. The pair was so tight it smushed down his already cold shrunken cock making it appear even smaller.

Holt realized, as he dug through the only box he currently had, that the last of his shorts were now in the washer. He frantically dug through the box, finding only a few shirts left in the small box. Biting his lip nervously he stood and opened the white dresser with its flower decals before finding a pair of cut off denim shorts. ‘It’s better than sitting around in panties until my clothes are clean.’ he thought to himself. Before he could counter his own thoughts Holt could hear the telltale sound of his dad getting out of his bed and starting the shower.

Hastily Holt pulled on the shorts only to find the cut offs were daisy duke shorts. They did just enough to cover his ass but still threatened to expose his the white panties with white lace around the edges.

Because it was so hot in the house Holt waited to finish dressing until after breakfast. Which for him consisted of two pop tarts and some milk.

“You’re not going to school like that are you?”

Holt rolled his eyes, “Yeah dad, I thought I’d let em know who the new prospect is this year.” He said flexing his bicep.

Holt’s dad chuckled, “Alright smart ass. Just don’t be late. You don’t want to have a repeat of last year.”

“I won’t dad.” Holt had fairly average grades, thanks to a lot of leeway from the school for playing football. But his number of classes cut really threatened his gpa. Dad poured himself a cup of coffee and went into the garage. A few seconds later he could hear the sound of his dad's car starting and pulling out of the driveway.