Women’s underwear

“The hell?” I thought, confused. I looked back toward the stalls, looking for the urinals. “what’s these doing in the mens room?”

In the locker were… women’s items. dove deodorant, tampons, pink toothbrush, it was nothing but girly styled! Luckily (Luckily?) there was also ladies’ clothes. Just underwear tho, no pants or shirts to be seen. “Just my luck” I thought to myself.

I examined the materials chance luck left to me. There was a black thong with Calvin Klein written along the panty line, a warm damp leopard print bra, and a *sniff SWEATY pair of pink panties. The smell of sex and sweat excites my tiny penis.