"It wouldn't have happened if you were more careful"

"I used the time you were away to clean the pigsty you call a room and for someone who always complains about his clothes it's amazing how little you care to wash the ones you have. Most of your clothes were dirty, crumpled and resting on the floor or chairs. And don't let me start on the many crusty things I found hidden under the bed." She scolded him. It was a bad habit of him to always try to keep as much clothing as he could at hand in his room, no matter their condition.

"Sorry, but it doesn't explain much." he replied.

"I put everything I could find in the wash, but not only are your clothes scattered everywhere, you keep stupid and dangerous things in your pockets!" She screamed.

"What did I do? What happened?"

"I nearly cut myself when I checked the washer after it ran. Magnets? Box cutter blades? What were you thinking?" she shouted.

His mind was stuck buffering, trying to find what she was talking about. The magnet he remembered. It was one of those extra strong neodymium magnets, a cube inch in size. A friend of his sister had thought funny to drop it in the back of his speedo while he was sitting on a steel bench at the swimming pool a few weeks back. It was so strong that he had to slip out of his swimsuit because he couldn't stand up. In the end he still ripped the speedo apart while trying to get it free from the magnet. The magnet was in his hand when he ran away naked and he had kept it because regardless of the incident it was pretty cool and those things were not cheap.

The blades were more difficult but he remembered in the end. Another group of girls bullies had cut out the crotch of his pants and glued him to the wall in the hallway of his high-school with extra strong duct tape. He had to cut the jeans open with a pair of blades that they had left behind to escape before he was found out. He thankfully had his gym shorts in his locker and had probably kept the small blades in his pocket after that. It was at the end of the year and he didn't have PE after the incident.

"Mom what happened?" he asked, now pretty anxious and having completely forgotten his urge to go get dressed or his anxiety about his sister controlling his cock.

"Just go see for yourself. I'm not even sure we can save the washing machine." replied his mom, now really pissed.

He ran to the room where the washer and dryer were set and witnessed the horror of it. The washer was half full of completely shredded fabric of all colors and there was a pile of the same on the floor just in front of it. He looked inside of the drum and saw the cause immediately. The magnet had stuck to the drum, attracted the two box cutter blades to it with insane strength and in the course of the 3h program, the machine had turned into a blender. It had probably started with a few nicks and cuts, but by the end of it all what was left were fibers, threads and a few patches of fabric no more than two inches in size.

K-T then rushed upstairs to see how truthful his mother had been when she said she took everything she could see. He really hoped he still had something to wear, but from the amount of shredded clothes and the small size of his wardrobe it was unlikely.